Chapter One: she fell.
My mind often wanders back to the life I had before all of this...for the lack of better things to do in my imprisonment.
Would my parents miss me? It was foreign to think that they would since while I was in that other world, my world, we hadn't got along.
Too many disagreements to know where the drift began or ended...in the end, just as you fell apart with friends that didn't share the same ideals or values as you, you can also fall apart with your own family I found out.
But maybe they would miss me. Maybe I would be deemed missing or dead by the authorities by now and my mom would cry tears at my funeral with an empty casket.
That being said though, they would move on. My sister would be there with them after all. My perfect pretty popular sister.
For me, it always felt like a disgrace to call myself the older sibling. I was in no way reliable to that younger sister of mine that outstripped every single one of my meagre accomplishments.
While I was younger, I thought that she stole everything that should've originally belonged to me. A stupid idea I now realize but nevertheless it doesn't change the fact on how I treated her like shit for all those years.
Where she was probably too young to know what prejudice was, didn't know why her own older sister didn't like her for no goddamn reason at all.
The sound of purposefully loud footsteps alerted me out of my thoughts. Because I knew Sasuke could walk without having to make a sound.
He could since he was 14 and I was 19. When he saved me but put me in a little cage for the next two years.
The door finally opened and that red sharingan gaze fell upon me, a thousand times more intimidating than when I just saw it through the pages of inked out drawings.
Those eyes eventually, almost languidly in a reptilian way-trailed down to my body, my breasts, naked save for a blanket draped over my shoulders.
I reckon he always wanted the same thing from me nowadays. (it wasn't like this before). So I thought; why bother to wear clothes?
It's not like I had any modesty left in me by now. Because modest women don't prostitute themselves out like I have.
But then again, I was the one that survived didn't I?
Originally there were...a few of us that all got transported to the same place. All of different skin tones that indicated the different countries we originated from.
The majority was made up of europe, a handful of us made up an english-speaking group, two girls from Japan that were the most noticeable to me at least and-
Well, you get the gist.
There'd been males, females, young, old and middle aged. It was an amalgamation of all sorts of people. Gathered together to the middle of nowhere.
Of course, it raised panic.
For a while we travelled together, being raised in the 21st century and being used to the protocols of our world we were assured that a rescue team would come for us, despite the strange predicament we found ourselves in.
One of them was even the son of a business tycoon so he had been full of useless confidence. I think he was one of the few that genuinely believed we would get rescued.
Most were either just fooling themselves and meanwhile a few were like me in that they already gave up.
My pessimistic sentiments were shared with this one boy from Canada. He was a senior, about to graduate high school-but told me he didn't see fat chances of that happening with a wry scoff.
We got along decently since there was no language barrier and whereas he was pulled away from his home in Canada, I was from the States. The environments were similar to say the least.
Anyways, he would be the only one I considered as a companion during that brief stint where we travelled in a group.
Very brief, might I add.
Because on the day we encountered the 'natives' of this land, we encountered human traffickers for a prostitution ring and while all the males were killed, the females were lucky (or unlucky depending) enough to get captured as goods.
That canadian high-schooler died before my eyes as he used his last breath to urge me into running away.
But I couldn't. My legs were frozen on the ground and most importantly-
I just gave up. I couldn't do it anymore.
My conversation that I had with him was the last time I ever talked.
I turned over while being held in Sasuke's toned arms and wondered inconsequentially whether I would be the sexual offender here for sleeping with a minor.
(regardless of whether said minor could demolish whole cities back in my old world).
The law system was weird in how law and justice were some very different things. And sometimes, it felt like you had to uphold the law for the justice of the general populace. But that also meant no justice being served to others, the outliers of that 'general'.
And then who would protect those people? What would protect them if the law couldn't?
"You're spacing out again." he mumbled while lowering his head to my nape and giving a bite.
I flinched.
"You're not gonna tell me?" he asked, licking the wound that definitely drew blood.
I held my silence and he could interpret it however he wanted. I didn't care. Much.
For the rest of the night I had my back turned against him like I usually did after we had sex.
It's not that I couldn't stand to see him. It was more that I couldn't stand myself anymore.
At the prostitution house that we got sold to, some of us were put to 'work' and some of us weren't.
I was one of the first. And it depended. You had to be 'picked' by the customer after all.
I was scared of course, but also mostly numb and resigned which allowed me to take the edge off of it all.
It was just how you expected the role to be. Degrading, humiliating, uncomfortable(unwilling). But my first customer was nice. That's what I remembered.
He had a kind face, the one you'd find in a distant uncle or something. (but nevermind how those types of uncles ended up being some sick pedophile fucks).
But he was nice by customer standards.
He didn't try to make the most of his time (and money) by trying to fuck right away. He wasn't into some weird kinks like causing pain, etc.
He poured me tea, talked to me to ease my nerves, asked how I got here and I cried, spilling the whole story.
...and then he fucked me and parted with a smile and a substantial tip telling me how sorry he felt I had to go through this.
I didn't know how cruel humans could be before that.
Afterwards, when she was asked about the experience by fellow survivors from their world, she smiled and told them that the man she was with was caring about her body. (but not her mind),
She also told them that it felt good, that the man had skill when in reality that was her first time and she had blood trailing down her leg to nobody else's notice but herself.
Once, Suigetsu asks him why he doesn't give her a name.
'She's your bitch isn't she?'
And he replied that he doesn't need to know what she is, just that she is his.
But it still doesn't change the fact that he wants to know.
Her name, amongst the other things.