The next morning, I wake up to the door being flung open, slamming loudly against the wall. I open my eyes to see a man standing there, looking extremely angry.
I flinch, curling up close to Olivia, but Olivia sits up, moving away from me. "Dad..." She says quietly.
"I did not give you permission to use my money, Olivia," he says firmly.
"But Dad," she begs. "You don't understand. They were abusing him..."
"It's their right to do so, Olivia. Fifty thousand dollars? For this measly amount of time? He better be damn well worth it." He looks at me and I feel myself shrink under his gaze.
"He is, Dad," Olivia insists. "He's the sweetest boy..."
"He's a slave," her father interrupts. "And technically, he's mine."
With this, he comes to my side, grabbing my wrist tightly. I shudder.
"Dad
