pov: you get sold to a mafia daddy [FINISHED]

Chapter 1: The Beginning

       I opened my eyes, which were beautiful blue spheres, and sat up. I was in my tiny room, it was less of a room and more of a closet. Of course it seemed like a room to me, because I am so small, my 3cm waist fit perfectly. I tossed my blonde hair into a flawless messy bun, and changed into sweats and a t-shirt. I don't wear makeup or mini skirts, I'm not like other girls.
        My crackhead pothead disgusting evil stepmother burst through the door, breaking it down with a swift movement. She was in a dirty bathrobe and she smelled like cigarettes and dirty laundry. She screamed at me in her raspy smoker voice.

"GET YOUR ASS UP (y/n) I NEED MORE MONEY FOR DRUGS SO I SOLD YOU!!"

"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-what?!" I exclaim, stuttering in surprise.

"THATS RIGHT, HE'S HERE RIGHT NOW" She screamed.

All of a sudden, an expensive black tesla burst through the thin walls of my closet-room. A man with a rugged appearance got out of the car. He looked like he could destroy my fragile 3"5 figure.

"W-w-w-w-w-w-who are you!?" I asked, getting on my hands and knees and bowing to this mystical man.

"My man is Mafia Daddy, and you are my new toy." He said in a deep and masculine voice.

"THATS RIGHT BITCH, NOT GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE." My evil gross crackhead stepmother scream, stomping her feet in anger and taking a long drag of her 18827 cigarette that day.

"Get up, slave." Mafia Daddy said, not looking at me.

"O-O-of course Dadd- I mean Mafia Daddy." I blushed.

       Mafia Daddy smirked and got back in the car, signaling me to follow him. I followed him into the passenger seat, folded my perfectly manicured figured into my tiny lap. Mafia Daddy slapped me in the head and my 45 pound body collapsed.

But of course I came back to life, because I am not like other girls.

We sped off into the sunset.