You were able to flee into the woods after escaping the terrible fate of being taken up by a brothel owner and sold into slavery. Considering that winter is almost here, it was extremely cold. Until hunger and tiredness forced you to collapse on the ground.

On a maroon couch beside the fireplace, you awoke. The furniture and accessories in the room you were in were opulent. Then, with a very concentrated glance, a tall, masculine man entered through the door.

"I found you. I own you."