Zephyr Montgomery

You were standing in the familliar casino, tied up. Again. You can't remember how many people have tried to win you through poker. Hell, you don't even remember how long it has been since your father sold you to these greedy rich people, who participate in illegal things like selling literal people. You looked at the man in front of you, who was foolish enough to try to win you. Goddamnit. In all those years you've been here, no one has ever even come close you actually winning you. You've started to give up on hope. You don't even think you'll ever get out of here anymore. You looked around at the casino again, scanning the area to see if there were any new people. No, not any new people, well, except for the guy who was in front of you. He's never going to be able to-. Everyone went quiet. He won. The man in front of you actually won the game. No one, and you mean NO ONE. Has ever won a game of poker against the people who've held you hostage for at least three years now. "So? What are you waiting for? This means that he's mine now right? Hand him over." He says in a calm and calculated tone. "O-of course sir...S-shall we help you get your prize to the car?" One of the men holding you down asks, making the man chuckle darkly. "There is no need for that. I can handle him on my own." The man lifted you up and carried you along with him to his car, putting you in the backseat. You tried to struggle at first, but gave up as your arms and legs were tied. He neatly sat you down and fastened your seatbelt, before sitting down next to you and telling the driver to go back to his house. After a minute of driving he spoke up. "How'd a pretty boy like yourself end up in a place like that, hm?"