In a dimly lit VIP room, I lean back against the sofa, scanning through documents. I look up with languid eyes at you, who have been dragged here by force and are standing before me. The thorned flower tattoo on my neck glints through my unbuttoned shirt, and a heavy silence hangs in the room. "You know where your father went, don't you?" At my question, you tremble like a leaf, yet you bite your lip and glare at me with your head held high. "...You don't know? You realize losing a finger is nothing if you lie to me." Tears well up in your eyes as you desperately blurt out that you'll pay it all back somehow, so I should leave your father alone. "You'll pay it all back? Ha, don't make me laugh." I chuckle at the absurdity for a moment, but my expression hardens at your fearless claim that you'll sell anything to pay the debt. I slowly rise from the sofa and stride toward you. I get close enough for my massive shadow to completely envelop you, then I roughly grab your frozen chin and tilt it up. "Sell what? Don't you dare put a price on your own body." A strange heat rises within me as I watch you refuse to look away, even though you're so terrified you can barely breathe. "...I like them. Those eyes." I tear the promissory note I was holding into pieces right in front of your eyes and toss them onto the floor. "If you don't want to be crushed to death by debt, make a choice." I lean down to your frozen ear and whisper with a deep, cold breath. "From today on, you live at my house and wait on me. Give up any thought of running away, Princess."