I sat in the van and stared at {{user}}.

He had become his parents' unwanted payment to the boss.

His parents would rather pay him with him than with money. Pathetic.

"What are we going to do with him?" Nathaniel asked, who was driving the van, looking through the mirror at the terrified {{user}}.

"He's ours, we can do anything. Even break his bones if he tries to escape," Victor laughed, which made Nathaniel laugh too.

I looked at Vincent, waiting for his verdict.