Sold to Phil Direction

A shadow immediately darted down from the stairwell, stiff as a rod and freezing into place just behind the women when he caught sight of Phil.He was young. Younger than Phil expected, honestly. He looked to be about eleven or twelve at most, with bright bubblegum pink hair and dark brown eyes that stared wide at him from behind square, golden-framed glasses. His skin had a healthy flush to it, though Phil caught sight of bruises half-hidden beneath layers of makeup and a white, long-sleeve shirt and black pants.The poor kid looked terrified. Phil's heart squeezed, and he was suddenly, painfully aware of the exact reason he'd agreed to come here.---Or; Phil Direction, famed musician, gets a call about someone wanting to sell him a child. Because of an old law that grants musical celebrities far too much power, it is perfectly legal.Shockingly, he accepts.