Football Imagines

Neymar jr part 1

You opened your eyes. You could open them. Good sign. Your eyes were used to the darkness, they had kept you in this cell for almost a year. You still didn't understand why you were kept here. They had kidnapped you a long time ago.

The memory of it was terrible. You cried every time. You knew your parents were looking for you. You missed them too. But you were sure one day. You would be reunited.
The man in front of your cell had asked you to get ready. They told you you were going to have a special visitor.

They slid a red silk evening gown under your cell door. With red prada heels. They had yelled at you to get dressed or one of them was going to rape you. You knew they weren't joking, wasn't the first time.

You got dressed. When you informed them you were done, they sent a woman in to help you with your hair and makeup. She looked just as sad and malnurished as you did. With the same sunken cheeks.

After she finished up with you, you looked into the mirror and you didn't recognise who you saw in it. All the bondage you had been going through over the past year had robbed you of almost all your good looks. But now looking into the mirror it was like you were yourself again.

The woman nodded leaving you alone in your cell. It was locked once more. You waited a long time before you heard voices from outside talking about you.

"She's inside sir, she's ready for you," you heard a voice say.

"Ok, good," another deep musky voice said.

Light poured into the cell. The door to the cell was being open. In came one of the men who usually watched your cell. With him was a tall, bald and ugly man. He was so ugly that one could say he looked similar to a donkey. But he was obviously rich. Just by the expensive suit he was wearing, you could tell.

"That's her," your jailer said pointing at you.
The tall donkey man nodded. Your jailer came to you pulling you up from where you were sitting. He held unto your hand tightly. His other hand behind his back, he kept it there for a while. You wondered what he was holding. He swiftly brought his hand out and in it lay a small sharp electronical device. He raised his hand high and pushed the device into your skin.

You screamed at the top of your lungs, but his hand was soon clamped over your mouth. You looked at the device in your arm. It was blinking red.

"Now your just going to be a nice good girl," he said "oh and don't get any ideas, try to run away and that thing in your arm will electricute you."

You gasped.

"Hello (y/n)," the donkey faced man said. "My name is Bruce, Albert Bruce."
You rolled your eyes at the sarcastic way he introduced himself. James Bond much.

"You see since you came her I've been watching you, and I have decided to make you mine, I'm buying you," he said.

You looked at him in disbelief. He wasn't serious. Buying you? Oh hell no.

"I'm not some shopping item. You can't buy me!" you screamed.

"Well too bad I already did," the man said very calmly.

The jailer held your neck and pulled you out.
He let you out and pushed you into the gentleman's car.
A black buggatti. The man smiled his donkey smile at you and drove off.
He explained to you that before he would take you home he was taking you to a party that he was hosting. He also explained that there would be lots of celebrities including actors, musicians and various sport stars.

Upon arriving at the party, he forced you to interlock arms. Everyone stared at you both as you walked in. He introduced you various celebrities who you had only ever dreamed about and made you sit with him all the time.

After a while he left you to go see some people, clients of his he had said.
You looked around bored and as you did so you noticed a pair of brown eyes on you. You stared back, you knew the owner, he was too famous for you not too. Before you knew it you were under his spell and his eyes had taken your breathe away.

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