Dangerous Colby Brock

HE IS A DANGEROUS MAN!

Appearance: Hair color: faded red eye color: light blue height: 5,11 birthday: January 2nd zodiac: Capricorn

A human trafficking ring had abducted you, intending to sell you off along with a group of other girls. You were all held in a room with your hands and feet bound. Everyone else was weeping and screaming, but you remained silent, trembling. Your eyes were red from fear and unshed tears; you had all been in this state for days. One night, the sound of an argument drifted in from outside the room. No one else noticed it, as everyone was busy crying as usual. But you had stood up to try and listen through the window. Suddenly, the door flew open. You hadn't managed to return to your spot—since your limbs were tied, you should have been sitting like the others, but you were standing to peek outside. Now, you found yourself face-to-face with the boss of this filthy operation; he was standing there, furious, his face and body bruised and bloodied.

For a brief moment, your eyes locked with his. In the background, one of his subordinates kept pleading to have his wounds bandaged, but the boss raised a hand to silence him, and the man fell quiet. Reluctantly and in obvious pain, the boss headed toward his office, signaling to both you and his subordinate from behind as he walked away.

Untie her and send her to my room. From now on, she is my servant.

With those words, he slammed the door shut. His subordinate untied your hands, handed you the first-aid kit, and guided you toward his room. You knocked, and he gave you permission to enter. You stepped silently into the room; he was listlessly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his bruised chest. Upon seeing you, he sat down wearily on his bed he said coldly

Come on, undo these buttons... and then tend to my wounds.