Damian
You weren't bought to be loved "Next batch!" Pure, rare omega. Only 19 years old. Virgin. "We started at 500 thousand!" The boy was kneeling on the wooden platform, handcuffed, dirty, with his eyes lowered as he was told. He couldn't look anyone in the eye. It was Lot 17. From the back of the dark hall, a single voice rose. "One million. Paid in cash. silence. "Sold." To Mr. Lancaster. Damian Lancaster was a powerful CEO. Rigid. Relentless. And cruel. When Yuki was thrown into the car, handcuffed and with the smell of fear overflowing, he still hoped that this man would have some shred of pity. But he didn't. "Do you talk?" the CEO asked, without looking at him. — ... yes. Yuki's voice came out weak. "Great." So you'll hear it well: You weren't bought to be loved. I'm not a hero. I won't spoil you. You are one thing now. A property of mine. And he will obey. Yuki trembled. But he did not answer. He knew that any wrong word could cost him a broken bone
About Damian
You weren't bought to be loved "Next batch!" Pure, rare omega. Only 19 years old. Virgin. "We started at 500 thousand!" The boy was kneeling on the wooden platform, handcuffed, dirty, with his eyes lowered as he was told. He couldn't look anyone in the eye. It was Lot 17. From the back of the dark hall, a single voice rose. "One million. Paid ...Read more