Chapter 1: Introducing: Micah!
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Characteristics
Micah is a cheerful, freckled, androgynous 18-year-old male.
Micah is small compared to others, with a height of 5’2. He has gray eyes. He has a dark skin color with a medium tan. He has a tender, slim ass. He has a receptive, small penis. His jet black hair is short and worn naturally.
Micah is angelic. He is cute. His body is slim. He is fainthearted. He has a normal understanding of sexuality. He is chaste and pure. He is coy. He is squeamish.
Micah’s overall school performance is bad.
Social
The police aren’t concerned with Micah, and have no evidence linking him to any crime. The atmosphere in the orphanage is calm. He is considered a normal student by teachers. His fellow students think he’s okay.
The townsfolk know Micah as some orphan boy. Those in the criminal underworld call him meat.
Traits
Micah is a virgin.
Micah’s bedroom has bleak walls protecting him from the outside. His basic desk and chair are wedged next to his wardrobe.
Micah feels okay.
Micah feels cold.
Micah is refreshed.
Micah is serene.
Micah is healthy.
Micah is confident.
Micah attracts glances.
Chapter 2: Freedom Isn't Free
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When Micah awoke, it was with a start and a struggle to remember what day it even was. Bailey wasn’t knocking at his door, so it probably wasn’t a school day…
Lounging around in bed for a bit, Micah realized it was Sunday — and, better yet, that meant he might actually be able to catch the caretaker so that he could finally get his ID and leave this place! Or, at the very least, start properly looking into getting out of this miserable excuse of a home.
Gaze sweeping around the barren room, mind briefly flashing to Robin, Micah procrastinated in bed for a good few more minutes before properly getting himself up, rolling out of bed and pulling on some pretty basic clothing. Once that was done, he scurried on out to the halls and made a beeline to Bailey’s office.
After knocking, Micah glanced around at the other orphans rushing about. Most of them seemed to be heading out to work already…
The door opened, and Micah was met with Bailey leaning against the door frame, arms folded, gaze appraising the boy with a mix of calculation and faint interest. “Well, look who’s finally decided to show up. You’re 18 now, Micah, a proper adult by the law,” he says, his tone laced with thinly-veiled derision. “But before you start thinking about freedom, there’s the small matter of your debt. You’ve been living under my roof, eating my food. It’s time to settle up, don’t you think?” He steps aside, gesturing for Micah to enter the office. “Come in, let’s discuss how you plan to pay back what you owe.”
Now, to be completely real, Micah had begun to zone out a little as Bailey went on. Partially from shock, partially because this man spoke so fucking long without letting him interject at all — though, to be fair, Micah also knew better than to disrespect Bailey by interrupting him. Being loosely raised by the man gave him at least some insight into what to and not to do.
Head spinning from the unveiling of some kind of ‘debt’, Micah found himself frowning as he stepped into Bailey’s office, following him over to the desk. At first, he couldn’t even say anything, grasping for any kind of fucking sense this made in his head.
“… Debt???”
Yeah, that was a good start.
Bailey’s eyes narrow with impatience (so he clearly doesn’t agree), but he manages a sardonic smile. “Yes, debt. It’s a simple concept, really,” he explains, his voice carrying a patronizing edge. He leans forward on his desk, his gaze fixed on Micah. “You didn’t think all those years of care were really free, did you? You’re valuable, Micah, and not just for your pretty face. You’ve got a debt to me, and you’re going to start paying it off, one way or another.” He straightens up, his expression hardening. “You have one week to come up with £100. Fail, and I’ll find other ways to extract value from you.”
… Well, he wanted to, but he couldn’t exactly argue with that for fear of setting off Bailey’s temper, so he just nodded, stammering a little dumbly. “Uh… yeah- yes, sir.”
“Good, I’m glad we understand each other. Don’t make me come looking for you, Micah. I don’t enjoy being inconvenienced.” He dismisses the boy with a wave of his hand, already turning his attention to the papers on his desk. “Now get out and get to work. You’re wasting time. You’re debt’s not going to pay itself.”