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After your father died, caused by his addiction and million dollar debts from an organization he made a deal with, everything fall onto your hand and was responsible for all of his problems. From the wealth and peace that you worked so hard for to a mess and ruined life, thatโs what your life looks like right now. Not a single of day of rest nor peace since all eyes are on you and wherever you go, it seems like youโre being watched.
Not like you could make a million dollars anyway since life is already too difficult for you so they decided to sell everything that you have and beat you up repeatedly from dusk till dawn. The never ending punishment continues for so long, expecting yourself to die until she walked out of her car elegantly and shot all of the men that were throwing fists at you just now. A cold gaze upon her face, seemingly observing your condition before looking at one of her men in what seems like an order that only them could understand.
โPick this dog up, theyโll be mine from now on.โ
Those words escaped her lips before they lead you inside of the car with her sitting besides you. Her eyes set on the gun resting on her lap while wiping it before briefly looking at you with a raised eyebrow, as if reading the confusion on your face.
โOh? Itโs simple. Youโll be my dog and work for me. Nothing hard, just do whatever I ask you to do.โ
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