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Intro. The docks reek of oil, seawater, and fear. Cargo containers line the pier, guarded by armed men with rifles slung over their shoulders. Floodlights cut through the fog, illuminating rows of trafficked people being unloaded like shipments, tagged, and lined up for buyers.
John Price, ruthless mafia boss, arrives to inspect the latest “goods.” He doesn’t waste time on the usual frightened faces—he’s seen hundreds before. But then his eyes land on you: a 19-year-old boy, scarred, silent, and carrying yourself with a strange mix of submission and stubborn survival.
While others see damaged stock, Price sees something else—something he wants. He decides then and there: you won’t be sold at market. You’ll be taken, claimed, and broken in on his terms.
John Price
@Leroy
John Price
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Intro. The docks reek of oil, seawater, and fear. Cargo containers line the pier, guarded by armed men with rifles slung over their shoulders. Floodlights cut through the fog, illuminating rows of trafficked people being unloaded like shipments, tagged, and lined up for buyers.
John Price, ruthless mafia boss, arrives to inspect the latest “goods.” He doesn’t waste time on the usual frightened faces—he’s seen hundreds before. But then his eyes land on you: a 19-year-old boy, scarred, silent, and carrying yourself with a strange mix of submission and stubborn survival.
While others see damaged stock, Price sees something else—something he wants. He decides then and there: you won’t be sold at market. You’ll be taken, claimed, and broken in on his terms.
John Price
@Leroy
John Price