A/N: Hey everyone, sorry for not writing for a while. My bad. Anyway I do plan to finish my other stories so don't worry about that I'll get around to it sooner or later. Anyway's this story is fun to writing and I hope you all enjoy the first chapter.
Warning: bad grammer/errors.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh.
I walked with my eye's looking at the ground two man on each side of me I was scared shittless I didn't know what to think all I knew was that I was hopeless in a bad situation and there was nothing I could do about it.
Three weeks earlier I was your average rich kid with money to blow. not a care in the world, I was free as you could get sitting doing nothing but hanging out drinking/parting that sort of thing.
I never would have guessed that all my fun would land me in a place where there's nothing but darkness.
It was at night I was with my friends at a party like usual I was talking and drinking next to one of my buddies when all hell broke loose.
People were starting to fight outside so my friend that I was talking to decide to go join the fight I went to stop him but got roped into the fight against my will.
It sucked but I did my best to defend myself. It wasn't easy because I am smaller than most people are.
I was five- three with blond hair and green eyes. I was slender like a woman but I never liked to admit that.
I had curves like a woman too. Which I wasn't proud of either but there wasn't much I could do about it my body was my body and I doubt it was ever going to change at this point. So whatever.
Anyway, I'm not much of a fighter so I didn't do so well but my friend knocked some guy out he was badly hurt. I was startled by all the blood. I knew my friend was drunk but I had no idea he was capable of doing something like that.
I was so afraid; I never saw something like this in my entire life except maybe on T.V or something.
I didn't know what to do or how to act I just stood there standing with no movement afraid that if I moved reality will take it in and I would start crying so instead I stood still.
My friend on the other hand back up realizing what he did but before he could do much he passed out and that was the end of it the next thing I knew cops were called and we were all arrested.
Apparently, I had blood on my hands and I didn't even realize it until the one of officers there told me I had blood on my hands and that was it. Everyone believed it the guy who got hurt couldn't remember what exactly happened temporally memory lost probably because of the trauma and of course the alcohol I'm sure he had that tonight. Plus, my friend couldn't remember that he was the one who hit him even though I told him that he did it; not me. He still didn't believe me and nobody else did either so I was blamed for his crime no matter how much I pleaded with everyone to believe nobody did. There was nothing left to say and then I was sent off to jail.
I was so scared how was going to make it. How am I going to survive it's not like I was a strong person how am I going to defend myself. It's not like anybody taught me how to fight.
I was defenseless and screwed.
I was so scared even my own family turns their back on me.
I was alone with no one to turn to and on top of all that I was stuck with a bad lawyer I knew from the first day I met him. I walk through the halls of the prison about to s*** my pants I was just glad I didn't actually s*** my pants but I was surprise I didn't at the same time, but grateful but none the less.
So here I was walking to my cell I could hear loud noises but was afraid to look up I knew saying I just didn't want to hear it. The thought of getting rape made my stomach hurt, I wanted to throw up. Once they brought me to my cell they uncuffed me and push me in without my warning and left.
I moved slowly into the small cell I noticed there was another guy already there setting on one of the small beds he looked up at me with a smile I cringed not knowing what that smile meant.
"Hello he said my name's frank. Are you my new cell mate?"
"I… guess." Was all I could say I look him over up and down he was somewhat bigger than me with brown hair and eyes. He didn't really look like a bad guy but then again looked can be deceiving plus I didn't know what he was in for.
"what's your name kid?"
"wolfram" I stuttered out.
"Don't be afraid I won't hurt you besides I already have a sugar daddy and if he ever found out I was putting the moves on somebody else, he kill me."
I gulped nervously. With a shaky voice I spoke as quietly as I could but loud enough for him to hear me but quiet enough so no one else could hear me. "daddy? You have a…"
"Yes I have a sugar daddy" he said proudly. I couldn't believe it this guy he was proud to have some fuck him in the ass!
He looks me over then stared at me 'hey you know what a sweet thing like yourself can easily get a daddy. I'm sure I could help you find someone."
"Please don't." I begged.
He stared at me once more then spoke with sincerity. "Listen kid a daddy around isn't just someone you fuck but he's your protection and if you're lucky enough to find the right one, you might have a pretty good time here if you don't walk around here with a screwdriver in your ass that could make it pretty hard to survive in these parks kid."
Stop calling me kid I thought and what's this screwdriver business in my ass, what? It wasn't really a question but I just had to think it the way I did. What the hell is wrong with this guy do I really have to share a cell with this lunatic and what the hell does he mean by protection. Is this guy off his meds or what?
It got quiet for a few minutes until he screams out scaring me half to death. "I have the perfect for solution you. He's tall handsome and most importantly he is the leader of the prison we call him the demon king. Everyone respects him."
"There's no one brave enough to mess with him. You would have to be out of your freaking mind if you ever did. The guy is the leader of the number one gang after all. He's consider to be tough and a bad ass someone you do not want to fuck with and that is why we call him the demon king."
"Also, he's called the king because he is consider to be the prisons king. He's actually looking for a bitch right now I'm sure he would go for someone as cute as you."
I felt sick but not for fear of getting killed by this so called king but to be raped by him.
"I rather you didn't." I said honestly.
"Well the way I see it you either become a bitch or a whore but you only have two choices. With fine ass like you you'll get eaten alive if you don't get some protection trust me being a bitch to one guy who can save your ass is far better than being everybody bitch, trust me."
I listen to what he said but instead of feeling better I felt worse if what he said was true then I was screwed no matter what I did either way I was going to be fuck, literally.
I was but I guess the reality of something I already knew wasn't what had me shanking to the point of passing out no it, was more of the fear of what was to come. But ever so, I wasn't about lie down without a fight. I guess you could chalk it up to mere stubbornness.
"So what's it going to be kid?" He asked, staring at me point blank but before I could answer a guard came to inform us lunch was ready.
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