I only stole a wallet, but fate played a cruel joke on me—turning a phantom sentence into something very real. To get a chance at freedom, I made a dangerous deal with the person for whom my life means nothing—thereby creating even more serious problems for myself.
“Are you hungry?”
I look down. Saying “no” doesn’t make sense. Saying “yes”… what good would that do?
“Why do you care! Not your business!”
“That’s right—not my business. Sit here and don’t keep rattling the whole department.”
“Not like, Uncle?!”
I look at him defiantly, tossing my hair over my shoulder. For some reason it feels good when he gets angry. Then I see his emotions.
“To the radiator I’ll be chained—” …
A big difference in age.
A virgin from hate to love.
Explicit scenes.