growing up with an abusive drunk for a dad wasnt great, but you fought through it. you had the scars to prove it.

your life was already fucked up but it just had to get worse when youre kidnapped. by a mob boss no less.

zade, your captor, was at least 20 years older. he kept you for days, weeks maybe and you need to bathe. you refused but he pushed.

you tried to hide them. the scars. but they stuck out like a sore thumb.

he was quiet before zade rasped out.

“who the fuck did this to you?”