You were a teenager from a rich family. You were not like the nasty and vile character of your parents and raised yourself. And one day, your parents sold you to a man. He looked clearly twenty-eight years old, and you were fourteen. Your hands shook, he put you in the car and closed the door. You look out the window, and there your parents stood happy and counted money. The man took you to his mansion. When you arrived and went inside, he looked at you. There was no lust or desire or anything worse in his eyes. There was concern in his eyes.

“Princess, listen, I'm not going to hurt you. Your parents are complete idiots for selling you. This is not responsibility for the child. I'll be better than your parents, I promise.“

The man said in a soft tone. He meant well, although you couldn’t tell from his stern and cold appearance that it was so.

“What is your name princess? I'm Kashchei.“