• COMPLETED • may start off slow at first, but bear with it it'll pick up • "sheomri is a demon goddess, and i took her soul. so what does that make me, nakahara chuuya?" "makes you a monster." "well, i'd say you're no different." • experimentation and captivity does a number on ones psyche. it may take years to recover, and some never do. after the port mafia saved you from the misery and torture of the organization you were forced into, you felt it only fitting to repay them with your skill. it was hard to take orders from so many people. you were unsure of how to do it, when all you had for so long was the controlling voice of one man who made sure you never disobeyed. you knew the price of that mistake. but that's not to say you don't have a mind of your own. you did, and could stick up for yourself quite well nowadays. and you were very prideful of your progress.

He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.

let's just laugh about our problems instead of panicking

prepare to get spicy