Coercion

To save a loved one, I sold my body to a stranger man. I don’t know anything about him. My mind remembers his low voice with a hoarse undertone, the unmistakable scent of mint, the scorching touches that could drive you mad. I’ve never seen him, and I never will. That was the agreement. That’s what I thought.

But one day, I realize I know this man beyond the rules of our game. He didn’t just appear—he isn’t going anywhere.

But who is he?

Contains profanity.