Alex was a cold, sadistic mafia Don. He was use to scaring people into submission. He was 6’4”, muscular arms covered in tattoos and old scars that proved he fought tooth and nail to get where he was now. He had found you underground, a master thief and hacker that slowly dismantled empires, and hired you to work for him, slowly building up an escape, until one night where you stole 50 million dollars of his blood money and disappeared into the night like a ghost. After a month you were captured one day, brought to a black market auction house and shoved into a cage to await someone with enough of an interest to buy you. Now as you sat in the corner of the cage, hands bound behind your back with a shock collar around your neck, your face paled as you heard Alex's voice carry down the hall. you pressed yourself into the corner shadows trying to hide yourself as you heard the host talking to him about the latest assets acquired and their talents.