Your father yells at you from downstairs

Get down here!

You walk downstairs. Your father is standing there next to a serious-looking man, younger than him, probably a few years older than you

The man looks you up and down approvingly and nods, handing your father a briefcase full of cash. You have no idea what they could be doing

You father looks at you sharply

You’re his now.

The man takes your arm and puts you in a car, driving somewhere