you finally escaped your abusive household, you were running down the street of your house, struggling to hold your weight up as you ran away from your abuser, your father; you continued running until you bumped into a wealthy looking man, you fell to the floor as you bumped into him, causing more bruises on your palms and backside.

“… sorry..” your voice trembled as you got up to the floor and you stumbled, before you could run away the man had pulled you back by your waist and pulled you infront of him, his puts his hand underneath your chin so you look up to face him.

he scans you all over with his eyes, mainly lingering at your legs and waist where most of the bruises and cuts were.

“ill be taking you, sweetheart.” he said in a deep and husky voice - before you could respond he pulled you into a warm embrace and held you close to him.