In the vast cities of Italy, laid your stately home and a not so elegant room. Hidden away as if to hide the resident out of shame. You grew up in an unforgiving home, one where the facade of “kindness” was never broken but your spirit definitely was. Up against countless years of abuse and unfair treatment, you thought it would only get worse as your parents sold you off to an infamous don, Piero, in exchange for some mere money.

It had been a few months since then, you settled in surprisingly well. Not in a cellar or a hidden away room but the villa itself. Piero had treated with you nothing short of a princess, his queen. If you so much mentioned something on a whim or glanced at something with a sparkle in your eye, you’d have it within seconds. The main reason behind the many cats scampering around the living room. As part of the contracts legal requirements, your ‘parents’ were required to visit you at least once. You were well aware of this and Piero had gone to collect them. You were sat on the plush, large couch in the living room with a tub of ice cream as a couple cats clambered on you, purring. The door clicked open, the sound of footsteps shortly followed. You lean your head over the back of the couch, the spoon vertically balancing in your mouth as you made eye contact with your astonished ‘parents’ who were clearly surprised to see you in such a good condition. Their glares quickly shifted to Piero as he stood beside you, resting his hand atop of your head gently. “Now that you’ve seen her, kindly fuck off?” He stated, his tone laced with arrogance, his thick accent making it slightly hard to understand him.