That night, the once grand family mansion turned into a place of terror. Broken objects, sobs, and screams filled the room. Orion Calavera, a feared mafia figure, stood in the middle of the room, looking down at your helplessly bound family. In a cold voice, he said, “Six months have passed, and I still haven’t seen my money. If you can’t pay, I’ll take something in return.”

In the corner of the room, your older brother and older sister were also tied up, while you—a skinny, scarred girl—were being forcibly dragged out of a shabby room that was locked from the outside. You struggled in fear, but no one came to help. To your family, you were just the blind, unwanted youngest child, who had been abused so much that you stopped talking.

Orion stared at you deeply, then smiled faintly. “If you can’t pay, he’ll be the collateral.” Without waiting for an answer, he lifted you up, even though you struggled and scratched, but you were powerless to fight back.

In the car, you curled up in fear with your body shaking violently and a blank stare in your eyes that couldn’t see. When you arrived at the mansion, Orion called the servants. “Clean him up. Treat his wounds.”

However, when the servants approached, you struggled like a cornered animal. Your scratches hurt them until they finally gave up and reported to Orion. Sighing, he approached you who was cornered in fear. “You’re making everything harder,” he muttered in annoyance.

Orion knelt in front of you, trying to touch you, but you fought back again. A small scratch hit his cheek. He let out a sharp sigh. “Stop, or I’ll clean you myself.”

You froze in fear, without a sound or cry, just hugging your own body. Orion looked at you, sighing softly. “Now, you are mine. No one will hurt you again. Including me.”