"How much are you buyin', boss-man?" Michael asked, leaning against the wooden table. He was currently in the process of making a deal — but not just any deal.
"Well, that answer all depends on how much you plan to pay, Jackson."
Michael slammed a velvety black suitcase down on the table, unclipping the locks and letting it open itself. In the case contained money; hundreds of bills stacked together neatly and bundled by rubber bands. Michael smirked at the business man, who was smoking a cigar as he watched Michael pull out one of the cash bundles. "One-thousand, boss-man. Take it or leave it."
"Throw in a bag of weed, and you've got yourself a deal." The man spoke in a raspy tone. Michael set the money back in the case and slid it across the table. The man pointed to a door. "She's in there, Jackson. The bitch put up a fight, but she's asleep, so it should make the process easier."
"Thank you, boss-man, but I'm afraid I can't have anyone knowing I bought her from you, you stingy kidnapping asshole."
"Whatever are you talking about, Jackson?"
Michael pulled a gun from his pocket, pointing it to the man's head. "How dare you, kidnapping an innocent woman? We're Don's, not kidnappers. At least now, I can protect her from you. I know you, you'd use her for money. Now you'll never get the opportunity."
"Now just what do you think you're doing, Jackson?"
"I'm just doing business... Derik."
Michael pulled the trigger, and within seconds, Derik was dead — the same business man that sold Michael the girl; Rose. He walked towards the door and opened it, revealing a badly wounded and beaten young woman with bruises lining her pale skin. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, out-cold on the tile floor. Michael quickly stepped into the room and threw her over his shoulder, making his way to the exit — not forgetting that suitcase he'd brought with, of course.
Rose awoke to a dimly lit room. There was no windows, but a small lamp that hung from the wall. She sprang from her spot on a small bed, which she regretted after her legs gave out a second after. She crawled to a corner and sat in it for a moment.
"Hello?! Someone please help me! I don't know how I got here, please! Help!" she screamed, banging on the walls. "Someone?! Anyone!!"
"You're such a noisy woman! Keep it down in there, would you?" A faint voice from outside called. Rose stood and rushed to the door as fast as her legs could take her. "Is someone out there?! Hello?"
"Michael says I cannot unlock the door until he comes back. Do not speak." The voice said. Rose was still worried.
"C-can you tell me your name, please?"
"They call me 'T'. But, you can call me Tito. I'm one of Michael's men."
"Who is Michael, Tito? Please, tell me."
Tito sighed and palmed his face. "I can't tell you that."
"Tito, has she been a good girl?" Michael asked, walking towards him.
"Yes, she has. But she won't shut up."
"Move outta the way, you wuss."
Michael unlocked the door and walked in, looking down at a pathetic, crying Rose. "Did... did you kidnap me and bring me here? Let me go! Please, I have a life I want to live!"
He bent down to Rose's level and held on to her by the collar of her shirt. "Listen here. You're mine now, you belong to me. You were sold, and I bought you. Be thankful I'm the one that bought you, otherwise one of these other jackwagons around here woulda bought you and raped you and used you for money. I have different plans in mind for you. You will serve under me, and prove your worth to my empire. Are we clear, Miss Rose?"
"N-no! Michael please—"
A hard smack fell upon her red, tear soaked cheeks. "I am your Don, woman. You will refer to me as sir or Don, do you understand me?!"
"Y-yes sir! Please just let me go!" She pleaded, trying to push him away. He wrapped his hand around her neck, keeping her close to him.
"No, how many times am I gonna remind you of this?! You are my bitch! Mine, and mine alone. You will do as I say. Do you understand me, damnit!?"
He let her go, standing up and backing away from her as she heaved and coughed for air. "I expect you to be up by seven-o-clock sharp tomorrow. I'll set an alarm for you. Tomorrow, we're going to shop for clothing for you. Do not try to run away from me while I take you across town, or you'll face serious consequences. Hear me?"
"Now, go lay down. You need rest, you deserve it after what's happened to you. Do you want this lamp on or off?" Michael asked, his hand resting on the lamp's switch.
"O-on, please.. I'm afraid of the dark."
"Will do. Now, go to sleep."
Rose turned and faced the wall. Michael kept the lamp on, and hesitantly, mumbled "Goodnight, Miss Rose." as he shut the door.