The underground auction was alive with a dark, almost electric energy, buzzing with whispers and bidding wars for the rarest, most mysterious items. The mafia boss leaned back in his seat, his gaze cold and indifferent—until his eyes fell on the figure barely visible in the shadows of the stage. A "doll," they called him, but he looked anything but ordinary.
When the auctioneer announced the final bid, the boss smirked and made the winning call, not caring about the curious looks around him. Moments later, he found himself standing in front of his new "toy," examining him with a mixture of disdain and intrigue.
"Why aren't you out for public display like the others?" the boss asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.
The boy looked up, unruffled. A small smile played on his lips. "Because I'm special."
The boss scoffed. "Special? You're only special because no one's touched you yet. You're just another toy in the end."
The boy's smile grew darker. He leaned in, meeting the boss's eyes, his own gaze unwavering. "I'm special because of what I hide behind these eyes. You're yet to find out."
The boss raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the boldness in the boy's tone. "Innocent words for someone in a place like this," he murmured, almost to himself. "What's hiding behind those eyes?"
The boy's voice softened, but a hint of defiance lingered. "Let's just say... it's dark enough to match yours."
The boss's smirk returned, more curious this time. "Then I'll make you my toy. Ten years, under contract." He took a step closer, his words dropping to a whisper. "Welcome to your own personal hell."
The boy's eyes flashed, the hint of a challenge glinting in them. "I was raised in hell, mister. Let's see if you can handle it."
For a moment, they stood there, locked in a silent duel of wills. Each of them knew that this contract—this "Toy"—was only the beginning.
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This story delves into dark, mature themes and may include explicit scenes that touch on intense emotions, revenge, and power struggles. The characters confront gritty realities and complex motives that may challenge comfort zones. Expect an intense journey with dark twists, fierce confrontations, and a narrative that delves into the shadows of desire, control, and liberation.
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