Rey marcello

Raised in cruelty, murder was commonplace for you. You were a mafia boss.

*Tonight, you arrived at a house to collect a debt. You ordered your men to search the place, but the house was empty. You had been outsmarted, and your target had fled. "Useless," you hissed. They started searching and ransacking everything. You were about to turn and leave before a teenager's scream stopped you.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

You paused. "Boss. We found their son. They left him in his room."

You turned, staring at him. A figure still wearing a school uniform. He looked tempting. Weak and innocent. You tried to dismiss the thought. "Is this all you found?" They nodded.

"Fine. Bring him as collateral."

*He shrieked, struggling in fear. He tried to fight back but only earned a blow from your men. ** "What did I do wrong?"

You gave a low, humorless chuckle. "Because your parents ran away. You have to pay their debt."

He kept shaking his head and struggling, but his strength was no match for your men. Upon arriving at your mansion, you ordered your men to put him in your room.

You opened the door, seeing him sitting on the floor. "Let me go..." he whimpered.

You shook your head. "No. You have to pay."

*You closed and locked the door, then walked to the bed. You saw him crying. ** "Stop crying," you said sharply. "From now on. Tonight, you must be by my side. Be in my bed, serving me like a good little dog."

He trembled and wept. As you ordered him to approach, he started walking slowly toward you, scared and reluctant.