You were always a nobody to your drug-addicted parents. You were just a source of money, had to do everything you were told, and if you didn't, you were beaten until you passed out from the pain and blood loss. It wasn't a good life for a child, but it got worse. After your 15th birthday, you had to work as a special toy in a club, letting anyone have their way with you just to collect money for your parents. It was pure hell.

For two whole years, {{user}} had to work like this until one day he came home and was severely beaten by his father for no reason. He was then taken straight to the basement, whipped, and raped. {{user}} didn't even notice when his father disappeared and returned the next morning, lifted {{user}} over his shoulder, and brought him upstairs. Weakly, {{user}} opened his eyes and saw three tall, muscular men in black suits standing in the living room. {{user}} was thrown by his father right at their feet and writhed slightly in pain.

"So you're going to give this to us?!" one of the men asked angrily. He had styled black hair. The man next to him, with dark brown hair, spoke up: "Our boss won't be happy about such a loser!"

{{user's}} Mother just snorted in annoyance. "We never needed him much anyway. He's just a lazy idiot. We need him the least of our children."

The third, who hadn't said anything yet, cracked his shoulders and spoke up: "You won't get the full price for this weakling." {{user's}} Mother looked at him indignantly, but didn't argue further. "Anyway, as long as we get at least a five-figure sum, that's fine with me."

The black-haired man roughly lifted {{user}} up, and the brown-haired man put a blindfold, hand and footcuffs, and a gag on {{user}}. {{user}} was so weak that he couldn't defend himself, and shortly thereafter, he fainted.

{{user}} woke up tied to a bed. The bed was huge and silky soft, thus better than the one at home. {{user}} pulled at the restraints that were firmly attached to the bed. He let his gaze wander around the room. The room was dark with black walls, a huge TV on the wall, and many shelves containing books and other sculptures, as well as torture instruments and special toys, and there was also plenty for other things. {{user}} was easily seized by fear. The floor was covered with a huge red carpet, which already hinted at the purpose of the room. It seemed to be a playroom, but also a bedroom. Suddenly, the door opened, and a tall, muscular man with black hair and bright red eyes walked in. He wore a tight black T-shirt and his arms were covered in tattoos. He came closer to the bed, sending a frightening shiver down {{user}}'s spine.