Tanjirou's POV
My eyes slowly flickered open, I groaned at the sudden ache at the back of my head. I tried to touch my head to try and rub at the ache but then I realized that my hands were tied.
"HELP!" I yelled out, or at least tried to, it came out all muffled through the tape on my mouth.
But nobody responded, and my voice seemed to somehow echo around me. I also felt my feet bound together with rope. I kept struggling and trying to move around, but I could hardly move. I managed to roll over, I hit a wall that made a thumping sound that sounded like metal.
I flopped back over with my face on the ground, I felt ridged metal under my cheek.
'I'm in a van' I thought to myself.
Then suddenly I heard a door open, I went limp and pretended to have passed out. I heard two men talking as they pulled me by the legs towards the edge of the van.
"So, now we're even?" asked one voice.
"Yeah, the boss will really like this one, exactly his type" another gruff voice said.
"And he just gave him up, just like that? What a crappy dad" said the first voice.
"I'm pretty sure they're not even related, the kid just lives with him. It doesn't matter anyway, John owed us money, he's now paid it off with the kid. It doesn't matter anymore, the boss basically owns this kid now" a voice said.
I was thrown over someone's shoulder, I glanced at the ground to see that I was somewhere outside seeing grass on the ground, and it was cold. It was around fall right now, so it was chillier at night. The man carrying me stepped onto a cobblestone pathway and slowly something illuminated the place around me. I saw on the edge of the path some lights so that was probably it.
At one point the men walked up to a door and rang a doorbell, I closed my eyes to feign sleep.
"Finally, you two took forever" a different voice said. This voice was stronger, and sharper.
'This guy must be the 'boss', what boss? And who did John owe money to this time?' I thought, 'Must be someone big since he's practically sold me now, what a bastard!'
"It took a while for the sedative to kick in" the man said.
The man with the sharp voice sighed, "Just put him on the couch and get out of my house"
'Couch and house, huh? So I'm in the house of a mysterious and seemingly powerful man' I thought. I was just being calm, the police would come and save me eventually, or maybe I'd die in a ditch.
It's his damn fault, his addiction to gambling is out of control. I've tried to tell him to go to therapy or something, but he doesn't listen.
I was set down on what I can assume to be a couch, the two men left and I was left alone with the guy.
The man walked over to me and ripped the tape off my mouth. I tried to keep it in, but he must have seen the pained expression on my face.
"Stop pretending to be asleep," he said.
I sighed and opened my eyes, I was met with a very handsome man sitting on the other end of the couch. He had very sharp features, ice cold dark blue eyes and dark blue hair pulled back into a low ponytail. He was wearing a black and red suit and sipping on a glass of some sort of alcoholic beverage.
I looked at my surroundings, I was on a leather couch in a very modern and large looking space. This 'house' was a damned mansion, there were expensive things everywhere, on the walls, on the tables, even the plants I recognized to be a rare and expensive species. This guy was totally iced out.
