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BEGINNING

CHAPTER 1
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In a boring normal college there was a boy named Andrew, Andrew was a normal 19 year old boy except he had more of a girlish figure and dressed in short skirts and tight thigh high socks that highlighted his thick thighs , although this is normal for Andrew's family, his peers didn't seem to agree with his choice of fashion and evidently bullied him for it. The person that would bully him from a day to day basis was named Fonzo, he was in the same class as Andrew and his favorite hobby was making Andrew's life a living hell. The only reason why Fonzo always got away with his bad stunts is because he was the son of one of the most feared and well known mafia groups in New York, the Mariposas. The Mariposa group is known for their human trafficking rings that they run all through out NewYork and shady drug trades, they may not be the richest group but they still do have some influence in other states.
Andrew was walking home from his very "pleasant" and "uneventful" day from college using a tissue to wipe his left over blood on his cheek, I guess Fonzo said "Hi" to him before he left, suddenly he got pulled in to a dark alleyway before Andrew could react, a cloth was pushed in his face forcing him to inhale it which caused him to become unconscious. Andrew woke up slightly , he felt his feet were bound together and weirdly his hands were tied to a metal-like pole, he tried yanking on the binds trying to get it loose until the person who yanked him came in to the room stomping angrily as he walked "STOP STRUGGLING ", he said angrily then he started raising his hand as if to hit Andrew when another guy which came out of nowhere and grabbed the others hand, " Dude the boss will kill us if we damage the goods before it was sold. " " Fine ", the alley man said with a disagreeing tone then from his pocket he took out the same cloth from before and his friend had in his hidden hand what looked like a blind fold. Seeing this caused Andrew to squirm even more, he tugged harder on the binds but it was too late, the friend already blindfolded him and put the cloth over his mouth and again he fell into an unwanted slumber. While Andrew slept, a lot of unfortunate things happened around him

Unknown location*

"And for the 19 year old slu- I mean boy he's going for the price of -! " "$50k" "okay and do we ha-" " $90k" "OKAY AN--" "$2m"

* The audience was filled with murmers and shock*

"SOLD ! To the man in the black suit from Russia !! " " And that concludes the bidding! "

The mysterious man went to the back to personally collect his prize, the man picks Andrew up and carries him to the back of his black Mustang, he gets in still with Andrew in hand slowly placing him on his lap , before the driver drives away the man whispered in Andrew's ear, " You're mine".

Andrew woke up unfamiliar with his surroundings, but that didn't matter he only had questions in his mind, all he did realize though was that he was on one of the most softest beds he's ever been on it was like lying down on a marshmallow. Andrew jumped out of the bed, as much as he wanted to stay in it, him getting out was more of a priority. With all the strength he could muster, he ran towards the door which was just a few steps infront of him but suddenly he tumbled backwards landing on his back on the bed, " WHAT THE HELL?!?", shouted Andrew as he held his hand to his sore forhead. " Where do you think you're going?", the Russian from before stood right infront of him looking quite wet but judging by the open door which looked to be leading to the bathroom might of been a better explanation for his state. "I'm going back home obviously ". Andrew spat out still quite pissed at the fact that he got drugged, kidnapped and now sold. " Well I'm sorry bu-" before the man could finish his sentence Andrew sprinted, trying to get pass him but that action caused the man to force him back down on the bed effectively pinning him there. Andrew yelp at the sudden action and let out a quiet whimper " What I was going to say ", the man huffed in slow breaths. "Is that we are on a plane" that shut Andrew up real quick.

Andrew's face said it all, he was mad but also confused and a little bit impressed. "No ! we can't be! You're joking?!", he shouted. "Go look for yourself. " Funny enough Andrew didn't notice the row of circular windows Lined up on each side of the walls, he broke out of the man's hold and ran to the side. He pushed the flap upwards and low and behold, there it was, the cotton candy clouds swimming in a warm gradient sunset and below that there were green freckles sprinkled through the blue sea floor "sh*t" he quietly cursed. "SH*T ", he said more loudly as he collapsed on the floor feeling his legs give out, his thoughts running faster and faster through his head. He started hyperventilating trying to take in slow breaths ultimately failing. As he panicked dark spots started to cloud his vision until suddenly he got pulled into a tight embrace "calm down", the Russian spoke seeing the other in clear distress "все будет в порядке " Andrew's breath slowed down then he tensed a bit feeling an unfamiliar hand touch his back but relaxed into it as he realized it was gently stroking him trying to provide comfort. He breaths in the unfamiliar but pleasant smell of whisky coming from the man. Andrew forces himself to relax against the man's hold, it wasn't painful or anything but he isn't just gonna give in to every person who holds him. " I want to go home ", he softly says almost quiet enough to be considered a whisper. The hand that stroked his back suddenly stopped, it retreats but this time gently places itself on top of his head. "All of your questions will be answered soon", he let's out an exhale. "I promise, but for now it is best you rest" The soothing tone of his voice slowly guided Andrew to a pleasant sleep, definently better then what he experienced not to long ago.