The alley was so dark he couldn't see properly. The place was filled with the stench of urine and garbage. Coupled with the smell from the men, it was nauseating.
Tears filled Aito's eyes but he refused to cry. Instead, he threatened, "Don't fucking touch me! Do you even know who I am? I am Yamamoto Aito. Heir to Yamamoto Inc. I'm also the cousin of the Yamaguchis. I have many influential friends. If you don't let me go, my family will make you suffer!"
The men burst out laughing. "No wonder he looks so posh. He's a rich kid" the bearded man said. "Well your family can't find you here. And even if they do, we'd already be done. "
The other touched the skin of Aito's face with his dirty hands and spoke in awe. "He feels so soft. We've never tasted his type. Now I'm even eager."
