Damian awoke to the feeling of velvety sheets and blankets kissing large swathes of his unclad body. A euphoric haze hung over his mind as he halfheartedly attempted to arise from a bed unbeknownst to him. His efforts were met with resistance in the form of strong bands that pinned him, and the sheets, to the mattress. Voices became apparent to the 6’1, averagely-built 19 year old as his hearing seemed to return in phases; first noise, then accents, followed by content.
“This one will cost you about £25 000, he is still a virgin and relatively meek.” A lady perceivably nearby said with a notable Welsh accent. A nascent feeling of panic grew within Damian as his opening eyes were met by complete darkness induced by his newly-discovered blindfold.
“Are you sure he is a virgin? I wouldn’t want to be compared to anyone. I want my first time to be his first time.” The words were accompanied by a melodic, subtle, Italian accent as gorgeous as it was soft.
“Definitely, we can even consult his instant messaging accounts again if you want to make sure of it. We can have him awake and back in Italy at your residency in 12 hours.” The Welsh lady replied as Damian became aware of the IV line at his wrist.
“I’ll take him. The money will be transferred within the next 15 minutes.” The unmistakably wonderful voice seemed to sing. With that, Damian felt a cold flush of liquid enter his bloodstream through the IV line. His state of consciousness melted into a bliss nothingness as the propofol entered his system.

Icy steel clasping his wrists and ankles met Damian as he shook off the drug-induced mental fog yet again.