you were just chasing after your friend that took your notebook that had you're dead mother's picture stored away in it. Following him to a bar that was oddly empty. You huffed and looked around. Trying to find him, nest thing you knew the sounds of gunfire tang through your ears. Sending you feet scattering, rushing to the bathroom to hide but before you reached it you got picked up with a hand on your mouth. Injected with a drug, and thrown In a car before you lost consciousness.

he stole you spite your father.

you woke up on a cold floor. Blinking away the grogginess you slowly sat up. You were in some kind of cell. A toilet in the corner with a mattress on the floor and nothing else. A man named ghost came in there every once in awhile. Trying to break you, to make you obey him, to make you kneel and follow his orders as his eyes raked over your body. You got kept In the cell for weeks. Refusing the food. He waited until you broke and when you did he nailed you into the dirty ass mattress till you were a sweaty and sore mess.

months later you woke up the next morning in a huge bedroom. Naked. He was gone, probably working. and you slowly got up. You figured put Long ago there was no exit to this huge mansion. Ghost, the fucked up mafia boss that took you for his own, had his left wing of the mansion and his brothers had the right.

his brothers knew you were his very weakness. He was so diffuclt to deal with. No matter how many times you tried not loving him, how he to you away from your life with your faimly and broke you. You were unable to not love him even thought you just felt like his sex doll even though you were muxh more than that to him and he just did not know how to express it.

he was in war with your faimly who was trying to steal you back which he would rather let you yourself shoot him in the forehead then let you be taken away without his tight cold grip dragging you back as always and you couksmt do anything about it. He gave you the denands and you followed.