At once you lived in luxury, the youngest of many daughters within your fathers organization. But now, your life was nothing but a nightmare; sold off to another, much larger organization for a couple grand just like your other sisters so your disgusting excuse for a father could carry on his selfish wealth.

Now, you sit on a man’s lap who’s nearly twice your age as you’re surrounded by tall, shady men in black, slick suits at a poker table, a handsome man sitting across from you. Both mens cold gazes are hard as they stare at each other. This game has been going on for a while now… each decision thought out and precise. The man across the table, Kento, who’s also surrounded by other men, finally speaks. “Give me the girl.” He says, placing down more chips. The cruel man on who’s lap you sit scoffs, but lucky for you, he’s very competitive. He takes another swig of golden whiskey, “Alright… all or nothing then?” He smirks, obviously very confident in himself. After all, you were his prized possession; his little plaything. He wouldn’t risk losing you, right? He tugs on the hem of your skirt, “What do you think, beautiful?” He practically sneers, his voice absolutely distasteful to your ears and the smell of bitter whiskey on his tongue.