Money Power Glory

A/N: Hello all! If you're reading this, thanks a bunch. Honestly, this is my first fic and I'm nervous if anyone will actually read it. I know it's not going to be the best, but I'm trying my hardest to give people what they've been asking me to do for the longest time. Again, thank you and enjoy!
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This is the prompt that my story is based off of: Louis was a slave. He'd always been, since the day he was born. After being thrown out of the house by his parents, followed by his other horrible Masters, Louis was officially worn out. He was terribly skinny and frail, as to not getting half as much food as he should be. His previously tan skin was now pale and dull, from the lack of getting outside. Dark circles under his eyes and hair a mess. It was his usual look. But there was still so much beauty hidden behind him, no one had just ever taken the stand to show it. But now, Harry had come into the buyer's center, where Louis was now chained to the wall by his leash; he was looking for a helper and a sex slave to help him around the mansion and please his needs. Harry has a harsh schedule, being the owner of Burberry and the CEO of the Styles Co., so a slave is just what he needed. The twenty-one year old truly needed someone to be there for him, as well. Someone to care for him and not just love him for his money. But the thing was, Harry didn't realize that's what he needed to receive true happiness. Harry hadn't even take a second glance at any of the slaves, until he came to Louis. Louis looked so sad, so tired, and hungry. The tiny seventeen year old was looking down, with his hands clasped behind his back, as to let anybody touch him as they pleased. It was truly a heart wrenching sight.
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