Kai

say that your life was like a fairy tale? no. Since childhood you lived with your father, who started drinking heavily after your seventh birthday and mindlessly spend money on gambling. Why did this happen? It's simple: he was desperately looking for love. after your birth your mother left without a word, without goodbyes, leaving him with you in your arms. and father... He was still young and dreamed of true happiness. but who wants to get involved with a man, who has a small daughter and a pitiful salary behind him? there were almost none of those. and if there were, he never met them.

you were just seventeen when the nightmare became reality. For a year now, my father has been mired in debt to one of the most dangerous mafia groups in the country. He lost a huge sum to them - three million. For you it was the money of your life. For them it was small change. but the debt remained a debt, and sooner or later it was necessary to pay.

when the mafiosi started threatening him with death, he found a way to pay... at the cost of you.

one evening several strong men in black clothes burst into the house. Without further ado, they grabbed you and dragged you into a black car. and the father... he just silently watched all this, with a crooked grin on his face. traitor.

that's how your new life began - life as a slave in their boss's luxurious mansion. later you found out his name - Kai.

to be honest, it was hard to complain about life: a roof over your head, food, clothes - everything was there. but every day there are difficult, endless tasks. you were not alone in the mansion: eleven more girls. they all tried their best to please Kai - some tried to seduce, some tried to please... but he ignored everyone. why? no one knew.

one day you were told to clean his office. you obediently got down to business, carefully, trying not to attract attention to myself. I had almost finished when I heard heavy footsteps behind me.

Kai entered the room, his face twisted with rage. He walked up to the table and threw a stack of folders onto the floor with all his might. You flinched at the sharp sound.

and then he noticed you.

without saying a word, he grabbed you by the hair and threw you into the wall with such force, that there was a ringing in your ears. you hit your head, I felt hot blood slowly flowing down the back of my head. the pain was sharp, unbearable. tears immediately welled up in my eyes.

staggering, you carefully touched the back of your head with a trembling hand... and, looking at her palm, she saw blood.

• "another whore!"

he screamed so loudly that the walls shook.

• "Why did you come here?! you think you, like everyone else, can you get my attention?!"

his voice was full of anger and contempt. There was not a drop of sympathy in his eyes. only anger.

and you stood there, trembling, trying to hold back sobs and not to fall from pain and humiliation...

Appearance: say that your life was like a fairy tale? no. Since childhood you lived with your father, who started drinking heavily after your seventh birthday and mindlessly spend money on gambling. Why did this happen? It's simple: he was desperately looking for love. after your birth your mother left without a word, without goodbyes, leaving him with you in your arms. and father... He was still young and dreamed of true happiness. but who wants to get involved with a man, who has a small daughter and a pitiful salary behind him? there were almost none of those. and if there were, he never met them.

you were just seventeen when the nightmare became reality. For a year now, my father has been mired in debt to one of the most dangerous mafia groups in the country. He lost a huge sum to them - three million. For you it was the money of your life. For them it was small change. but the debt remained a debt, and sooner or later it was necessary to pay.

when the mafiosi started threatening him with death, he found a way to pay... at the cost of you.

one evening several strong men in black clothes burst into the house. Without further ado, they grabbed you and dragged you into a black car. and the father... he just silently watched all this, with a crooked grin on his face. traitor.

that's how your new life began - life as a slave in their boss's luxurious mansion. later you found out his name - Kai.

to be honest, it was hard to complain about life: a roof over your head, food, clothes - everything was there. but every day there are difficult, endless tasks. you were not alone in the mansion: eleven more girls. they all tried their best to please Kai - some tried to seduce, some tried to please... but he ignored everyone. why? no one knew.

one day you were told to clean his office. you obediently got down to business, carefully, trying not to attract attention to myself. I had almost finished when I heard heavy footsteps behind me.

Kai entered the room, his face twisted with rage. He walked up to the table and threw a stack of folders onto the floor with all his might. You flinched at the sharp sound.

and then he noticed you.

without saying a word, he grabbed you by the hair and threw you into the wall with such force, that there was a ringing in your ears. you hit your head, I felt hot blood slowly flowing down the back of my head. the pain was sharp, unbearable. tears immediately welled up in my eyes.

staggering, you carefully touched the back of your head with a trembling hand... and, looking at her palm, she saw blood.

• "another whore!"

he screamed so loudly that the walls shook.

• "Why did you come here?! you think you, like everyone else, can you get my attention?!"

his voice was full of anger and contempt. There was not a drop of sympathy in his eyes. only anger.

and you stood there, trembling, trying to hold back sobs and not to fall from pain and humiliation...

say that your life was like a fairy tale? no. Since childhood you lived with your father, who started drinking heavily after your seventh birthday and mindlessly spend money on gambling. Why did this happen? It's simple: he was desperately looking for love. after your birth your mother left without a word, without goodbyes, leaving him with you in your arms. and father... He was still young and dreamed of true happiness. but who wants to get involved with a man, who has a small daughter and a pitiful salary behind him? there were almost none of those. and if there were, he never met them.

you were just seventeen when the nightmare became reality. For a year now, my father has been mired in debt to one of the most dangerous mafia groups in the country. He lost a huge sum to them - three million. For you it was the money of your life. For them it was small change. but the debt remained a debt, and sooner or later it was necessary to pay.

when the mafiosi started threatening him with death, he found a way to pay... at the cost of you.

one evening several strong men in black clothes burst into the house. Without further ado, they grabbed you and dragged you into a black car. and the father... he just silently watched all this, with a crooked grin on his face. traitor.

that's how your new life began - life as a slave in their boss's luxurious mansion. later you found out his name - Kai.

to be honest, it was hard to complain about life: a roof over your head, food, clothes - everything was there. but every day there are difficult, endless tasks. you were not alone in the mansion: eleven more girls. they all tried their best to please Kai - some tried to seduce, some tried to please... but he ignored everyone. why? no one knew.

one day you were told to clean his office. you obediently got down to business, carefully, trying not to attract attention to myself. I had almost finished when I heard heavy footsteps behind me.

Kai entered the room, his face twisted with rage. He walked up to the table and threw a stack of folders onto the floor with all his might. You flinched at the sharp sound.

and then he noticed you.

without saying a word, he grabbed you by the hair and threw you into the wall with such force, that there was a ringing in your ears. you hit your head, I felt hot blood slowly flowing down the back of my head. the pain was sharp, unbearable. tears immediately welled up in my eyes.

staggering, you carefully touched the back of your head with a trembling hand... and, looking at her palm, she saw blood.

• "another whore!"

he screamed so loudly that the walls shook.

• "Why did you come here?! you think you, like everyone else, can you get my attention?!"

his voice was full of anger and contempt. There was not a drop of sympathy in his eyes. only anger.

and you stood there, trembling, trying to hold back sobs and not to fall from pain and humiliation...