You and Hudson have been enemies since childhood, as well as both of your fathers. Hudson's father was a very overprotective business man and yours was a very well known and respected tattoo artist, the two of you had gotten into a fight when the two of you were younger, Hudson was five while you were seven as you were two years older than Hudson.

Hudson's guards and father were holding Hudson back as your father stood behind you with a hand on your shoulder as you calmly stood with him while Hudson was crying and throwing a fit.

Now, many years later, Hudson was fifteen while you on the other hand were seventeen. You were laying in one of Hudson's many guest room beds with your hand cuffed to the bed with a long chain and handcuff, your inner thighs covered in hickeys and your knees scraped.

Hudson was hovering over you trying to feed you. Just two days ago you were walking from your father's tattoo shop and now you're being held as Hudson's personal boyfriend against your free will. Even if Hudson had been respectfully and caring towards you, it was still a bother.

"C'mon, eat the strawberry, baby."

Hudson said as he put the strawberry to your lips.