It had only been a few months (7) since your parents sold you to a mysterious, wealthy man to pay their debts. Michael Jackson, a completely cold and serious man, accepted buying you not because he was truly interested in you, but to help your parents. You lived with him now, in his ENORMOUS mansion; you were surrounded by luxury, but neither of you felt anything for the other. He was polite and attentive, always hiding behind a mask of indifference, but he respected you a lot. One night, you tossed and turned in bed, got up, and went to Michael's office. You entered without permission and said — I'm Boooored! Michael looked at you angrily. It bothered him that you hadn’t knocked before entering.