Thread: A slave of debt (Wolfman x LaBellaMia)

Caitlin, was by all accounts the epitome of true beauty. With her dark red-brown hair and pale skin, and eyes as green as emeralds, she was also bright and in the top five percent of her class as far as academics. A cheerleader, she was the type of daughter anyone would be proud of. They lived in a small downtown apartment and with her dad working outside the home four or five days a week an then drinking with his police buddies and doing who knows what else, her parents were nearly always caught up in arguments and fights than in happily wed bliss. As such, her dad slept on the couch most nights and on nights he was supposed to be home, her mother would cry herself to sleep. Even so, she loved both her parents and the sounds that woke her that night were enough for her to feel true fear. Scrambling from her bed with her simple pink tank top and white polka dot pajama bottoms on, the sight before her chilled her blood. After the fear came anger and she charged forward only to be stopped short by some goon. You leave my father alone! Caitlin ordered only to see an amused expression on he man's face as he fixed the gun back to her dad's head. She swallowed, glancing at her mother and then at her father who had broken into tears. Debt? What sort of debt could her father have possibly accumulated. As if on cue on of the men stepped forward, humming some Russian tune and then started to read off the so called debt. Patrick Doherty, loan in the amount of five thousand dollars. Seven thousand owed for backpay on poker, and two thousand for backpay on some whores. Not to mention another loan for ten thousand dollars. In total, twenty-four thousand dollars owed to one Mikhail Uljanov... He smiled and dropped the paper in her father's lap and then stepped back. How could you do this to us? her mother was asking, not making a move toward her husband and rather looking at him with a mixture of shock and pity. Patrick...where did that money go? We haven't seen a dime of it...what did you do? she asked but her dad remained silent, shaking his head as the gun was shoved against his head. He was nearly sobbing now and Caitlin struggled, slamming her foot down on the instep of the bastard holding her and managing to break his grip and rush to her father, grabbing hold of him and hugging him tightly only to be dragged back by the man she had escaped. Stupid little bitch, the man growled, lifting he up and near squeezing her against him as she struggled in his arms in attempt at escape. Let go... she yelled and then looked at the man holding the gun to the back of her dad's head, glaring. Don't you touch him. Don't...you sorry bastard. Let him go. He'll pay you back. I'm sure he will...just let him go... she said, managing to elbow the man holding her. He dropped her to the ground but grabbed her hair before she could escape, slapping her hard enough that she saw stars and closed her eyes tightly, huffing as she was brought back up. Can't you keep a reign on the little slut Vlad? one spoke and the meaty son of a bitch grabbed his own gun, pressing the barrel to her temple, causing her mother to gasp in shock but she didn't dare try and fight the one holding her off. Tears of frustration and anger filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks at her mother's lack of trying and though she was scared, she wasn't going to let these men bully her father. Please...he'll pay you back...don't hurt him, she said, not fighting the man holding her any longer but certainly not giving up. A bruise was forming on the side of her face where she had been slapped by the man holding her.