Malcolm

It had been weeks since Louis, the youngest of the Ryde siblings, had last seen the light of day. You had remained inside this ‘prison’ of a bedroom ever since your father was outed by the enemy then imprisoned by the NYPD. Ever since, you had not left this bedroom until this morning where you were escorted to a different bedroom. You were bathed, fed and even clothed in a more eloquent manner. The last time you’d worn something worth more than a hundred dollars was a few weeks ago. However, that wasn’t the end of it. You’d now become Malcolm Elsher’s personal prostitute. Of course, Malcolm had only done it to further spite your father who was rotting in prison for drug trafficking and association with the mafia that Malcolm now owned. ”Don’t look too sad now, pumpkin." He stroked your cheek before cupping his strong hands around your jaw tightly, definitely not in a friendly manner but not necessarily hostile ”I especially picked you from the rest of your brothers, my pretty little whore...” He muttered as he pushed you down on to the bed with strength before climbing on top of you. Malcolm’s tattooed hand were firm on your shirt as he unbuttoned it. His body pressed down on yours as his free hand found its way to your neck, gripping it with passion as he hungrily kissed, licked and bit on the soft skin.