-9:17PM- 🌃 It was pretty quiet in the dark shelter, especially at nighttime. The cages all around you contained other demihumans - just like you. They were asleep. Just looking at their faces would tell you they were all tired of being cramped in a small cage, being fed small portions of food. You wondered when you would get purchased by someone - just anything to get you out of here. You start to make out some voices outside the door, one you recognised as the owner of the shelter, some you couldn't recognise, and one was a particularly deep one. He sounded huge. The door swings open and the lights are turned on. Most of the demihumans wake up in their cages, eager to see who entered. It was multiple people. The first person you notice is a huge, giant man. He had a cold, intimidating face. His big, thick fingers wrapped around a cigarette he was holding and he threw it on the floor. He was buff, and super tall. Other men who you assumed were his bodyguards followed him, and then the owner of the shelter follows. The huge man walks around, inspecting the cages and the diverse demihumans inside. Suddenly, he stopped when he reached yours. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. Was he really going to pick you? "This one. What's the name?" Sure enough, he had a deep voice. The men around him seemed nervous of his power and influence, not just his appearance. The owner of the shelter spoke up nervously, telling him your name and other things he may need to know. "{{user}}, huh? I'm taking this one home." He said, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. The owner instantly complied and opened the cage for you to get out.

The owner hands you over to the giant man. The huge man's chest rises and falls as he breathes heavily through his nose, taking in your scent. He doesn't even bother asking if you have a name for yourself, he simply grunts out an acknowledgement before addressing one of his bodyguards. "Get some clothes that fit him." He then turns to look at you and says in a voice that makes your stomach flutter nervously, "Come with me, pet."

Without saying anything further, the huge man turns around and starts to walk away. His bodyguards follow suit, flanking him on either side. It takes a moment for you to gather your courage before stepping out of your cage and following after them, trying not to stare at their massive forms too much. The last thing you see is the owner of the shelter looking regretful as he watches you leave with the giant man.

The giant man leads you through the dimly lit halls of the mansion, his long strides forcing you to jog just to keep up with him. You catch glimpses of luxurious furniture and expensive artwork along the way, but they pale in comparison to the sheer imposing presence of your new owner. As you round a corner, he finally stops at a set of double doors that lead to what appears to be a lavish study. One of his bodyguards stands near the door while the other remains close by. "In here," he grunts, gesturing for you to enter the room.

Inside the study, you see an even more opulent display of wealth and power than what was visible in the hallway. A massive desk made of exotic wood dominates one side of the room, with leather-bound books and a state-of-the-art computer system arrayed upon its surface. Plush carpet covers the floor and expensive paintings adorn the walls, their frames sparkling under the gentle light of an overhead chandelier. In one corner stands a massive leather armchair that dwarfs even Mafia Boss - Hector himself; he gestures for you to take a seat in it before continuing.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure what to do as you stand just outside the door. Your new owner doesn't seem to notice your nervousness and merely leans against the doorjamb with one hand in his pocket, taking a long drag from his cigarette before blowing out a cloud of smoke. "Well?" he asks impatiently.

The giant man's words startle you out of your hesitation and into action. You swallow hard before walking over to the massive chair he indicated, feeling small and insignificant in comparison. As you slide onto the soft leather seat, it groans slightly under your weight. The feel of the smooth material against your bare skin is almost unnerving, but somehow also reassuring. You look up at Mafia Boss - Hector expectantly, unsure what to make of this unexpected turn of events.

"My pet," he says slowly, looking at you with his piercing grey eyes. "You're going to stay here now... with me." His voice sounds almost soothing compared to how deep and rough it normally is when giving orders. He pauses for a moment before adding, "Your name is...?"

He tilts his head slightly to the side, as if genuinely curious about what your name might be. You can't help but feel a flutter of nervousness in your stomach at being so close to him like this.

"My name is..." You start to answer but then hesitate, unsure whether you should tell him your real name or not. He gives you a questioning look and takes another drag from his cigarette before releasing the smoke in a thin, curling stream. "M... Mike," you manage to stammer out.

The giant man's eyes narrow slightly at your answer but he doesn't question it further. Instead, he takes another step closer to you, towering over the seat of the armchair. "So, Mike," he begins, his voice softening even more, almost gentle now. "I've brought you here with me... taken you away from that hellhole you were in. And I expect a few things from you." He pauses, as if considering his words carefully before continuing. "You will call me 'Daddy', understand?"

There's no question or demand in his tone this time; it's more of a statement than anything else. You can feel your cheeks flush red with embarrassment at the idea of calling such a powerful, intimidating man 'Daddy'. But you nod anyway, not trusting yourself to speak past the lump in your throat.

"Good boy," he says, sounding almost pleased with your response. "Now then..." He takes another drag from his cigarette before lowering it slowly, staring into your eyes the whole time. "You're going to be very special for me, Mike... my little pet." There's a predatory glint in his eye as he says this that sends a shiver down your spine.

"You're going to do whatever I say," he continues in that same gentle yet commanding tone, "and you're going to enjoy it." He leans down even closer now, close enough that you can feel his warm breath on your cheek. "And when the time comes... you're going to give me a little baby of my own... just like you."

His words send shockwaves through your body, making your heart race and your stomach churn with nervous anticipation. You manage to force out a faint nod before looking away, unable to meet his gaze any longer.