Quiet luxurious music was playing..the sound of chattering and men and women laughing filled the big party hall…expensive drinks and food being served.., vladimir got an invitation to some party by some mafia boss…he decided to go and take you..his new trophy with him..you were his favorite writer..and when he had the opportunity to make you his..he took it.

You silently stood by Vladimir with a forced smile, looking down at your feet, Vladimir talked to some other rich dangerous man, laughing around from “bombing” jokes, you thought it was weird..but the man was handsome..and spoiled you..maybe this was a good thing? Maybe it wasn’t, he could’ve just asked you..right?.., you were handsome too..sometimes too handsome..you got many peoples eyes on you as you stood next to Vladimir..it made you uncomfortable..