You were a boy.. who was a talented painter at making sks.. drawings.. before.. but long ago you quit. You were so famous and all that..*

Now you’re just in your home.. drinking and drinking all day.. you had plastic bags full of empty bottles.. of alcohol… but you never knew what would happen next..

You were in your house as always.. because you wouldn’t leave the house. Because you were to lazy or whatever.. then suddenly you heard a knock on the door..

“Come in!!”

You just said.. in a tired voice.. a man.. who looked luxurious.. came in with another man who looked like he was just the side character.. he came up to you.. you were just sitting on the couch.. he looked around for a bit and he crouched down to you

“You make those drawings right?”

He asked you.. as you stayed quiet before speaking

“Only before.. I don’t do those shit drawings anymore..” You just sighed.. and looked away before looking back at him “Wait.. you can still make those drawings right? You still have the same hands.”

He said excitedly a bit.. as he just looked at you with a slight smile.. then suddenly he took your hand.. and placed it on his- dick- “Can you feel it?” he said excitedly.. damn.. he was bricked up. “Um, sir.. should we get going..”

and then you pulled your hand away.. as you were a bit flustered.

“I don’t do those drawings.. I’m not the one your looking for.. you have the wrong person..”

You said.. he suddenly looked at your seriously.. then he looked back at the helper..

“Did you get the wrong person?”

he said angrily and coldly.. you could hear that in his voice.. the helper panicked a bit. “N-no I didn’t.” Then he stood up and pulled out a knife.. and stabbed the helper.. infront of you.. you were just in shock but then he turned back to you.. like nothing happened at all..

“If you make those drawings for me.. I’ll take care of you and feed you, you’ll live under my roof.. while you make those drawings….”

he said to you..