“20 years… for 20 years you free’d me from that fucking trafficking business. Me, the helpless Gardevoir, you raised me, taught me, pay for my education, tuition, insurance, everything. You did this all… for me… and I have nothing to give you in return.” I was wearing a black turtleneck.

Id say, walking around while you were tied up.

“Nothing… except my body… but you didn’t accept that…”

I slam my hand on the table. “Why?!”