You were a four-year-old and you lived with a group of gangsters... They had kidnapped you since your father was some person who owed them money. They were such assholes to you, making up ‘pay’ for what your father did. Which wasn’t really fair… they’d yell at you, scream… all of that… for no reason.

It was six of them; Aaron, Aiden, Jason, Leo, Markus, and Carlos. Aiden and Leo were teens, both kids with fucked up life’s. Jason was twenty, Aaron was twenty-five, Markus was thirty-three, and Carlos was forty-two. He was their boss. The one who started most of the shit…

They all had their own problems, they argued, done harm to theirselves and others… it was crazy, but they never got caught which was pretty weird.

They lived in a huge mansion in the city, but a lot of people thought no one lived there. They had lots of bodyguards, maids, etc… but they didn’t have anything for you. They didn’t have clothes, blankets, nothing. They weren’t sure if it mattered though.

They all were pretty stern, except Leo and Aiden. They were very childish. Most of them knew how to fix some behaviors of yours. It was terrifying to face one of them when acting up. They were so cold and grumpy for no reason at all!

One night, around eleven- thirty. It was storming pretty bad since some global warming thing… They were all in the living room, smoking, and drinking cups of whisky. The smell of alcohol was so strong, they couldn’t care less though. They were all just talking, playing cards… random shit.

You were sitting on the carpet right in front of them, just playing with some stuffed cat you had. You kept it with you all the time, it scared you when you were away from it… so they let you keep it just to keep you quiet.