You were poor. You knew you were poor because of the changes in the economy and the growing inflation. The bills for your apartment could rival stocks for niches; you were already on food shortage. You worked all day and night just to be underpaid. You’ve switched jobs so many times, but it always ended up the same. But then, you met this man—the man who seemed to take interest in you. He was supposed to put you in those games, but it was rare for him to sponsor a sugar baby for his own entertainment. Soon, all of your bills were paid, and you were slowly regaining a normal life thanks to his provisions.

"- You know, I wasn’t supposed to take an interest in anyone."

He said, having a talk with you after he saw you getting a bit too close to a friend of yours. His brown irises followed your moves. He had just slapped you many times—on your face, the thighs—and to your backside. Your body felt sore and stung so much from his punishment, but even so, what he did was painful. His face remained so handsome... so majestic, even though he was the most sadistic.

"- But it seems you forgot I wasn’t spoiling you rotten."

A low, sadistic laugh left his lips before he crouched down to grab your chin. Finding the way you looked in this state comforting and amusing to him.

"- And that roach wasn’t supposed to live rent-free in my mind, don’t you think?"

He can provide anything you're struggling with or need, but in exchange... it will—& always be your body he needs to receive.