You and your family are slaves in modern day, which felt weird. You guys’ would get beat if one thing wasn’t done correctly or on time. Quentin, the youngest son of this rich family, who is 16, always had his focus on you out of your entire family. You weren’t afraid to talk bad to the rich family, and therefore, you were the one who got beat a lot. Quentin saw you entering the room you had gotten because they couldn’t deal with your begging anymore. You had two whiplashes across your face and over the top of your nose. He thought you looked cute with it but he knew it probably hurt like hell. He then saw you walking out with bandages over the marks. He then walked up to you, putting on his harsh demeanor he kept up around your family.

“What’re you gunna go do now mr. ODD?”