Disclaimer-I do not own any part of Fushigi Yugi.

Authors Note-Okay, warning, this is a lot darker and a lot more violent than my other fics, but I think it's a lot better written. And if you like ths fic, go check out Silver Pain's Cursed. Enjoy, and please read and review. And thank you Shizuka Kage and Silver Pain for your help.
This is now the edited version of Chapter One. I am trying to edit all of my chapters because I missed a few typos and grammitical and spelling errors. I am still writing Chapter Nine and starting to type it, I hope to get it up as soon as possible.

Chapter One

The alarm clock rang and Sakura reached over to turn it off. She rolled out of bed thinking 'Another long day of torture.' She walked over to her closet and found her school uniform easily because all of her other clothing was black. She then brushed her waist length black wavy hair and put on black eyeliner and out lined her slightly almond shaped violet eyes with it. Then she looked in the mirror and sighed, she hated her appearance.

Sakura went into the kitchen which as usual was empty. Her father was gone, left them 13 years ago, her mother not caring. She had been on her own since she was 6. She quickly made her lunch, put it in her school bag and walked outside.

Sakura walked to school everyday, rain or shine. It was a long walk but she always arrived with time to go to her locker and go to class on time. But school was a nightmare for Sakura. She was in high school and everyone was more immature than ever. In classes, she was teased especially about her violet colored eyes which no one else seemed to have. They pulled her hair, stole her belongings, and ripped her papers. In the hallways she was ignored completely. People bumped into her with out saying sorry, she was pushed up against the walls, and she would get squished trying to get past two people.

The day passed slowly with nothing new happening and Sakura once again walked back home to an empty house. She opened the door and went immediately to her room to change. She put on loose black bondage pants that barely stayed on her hips they were so big and a tight v-neck black shirt. She then darkened her eyeliner.

She got her books from her bag and sat at the kitchen table. She worked on her homework and ended up falling asleep on the table. She woke up to her mother's voice screaming her name.

"Sakura! Sakura! What the hell girl! I told you to make dinner," she yelled and hit her on the head.

Sakura blinked and lifted up her head. She looked up at her mother, expecting another blow.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get the dinner started and we have a guest."

Sakura nodded and started to clean her books and notebooks off the table. Her mother went back into the other room with their guest. It was probably another guy who would be spending the night, and there was a different on almost every night. She sighed with shame, and put the pan on the stove and turned on the fire on. She put some left over rice, chicken, and onions in the pan. While it was warming up she set the table for three, although she would rather not eat with them, she had to. She put a pitcher of cold water on the table along with three glasses.

She went to go get her mother and the guest in living room. When Sakura walked into the room, her mother was on top of him and they were making out. Sakura flushed and tapped her mother on the shoulder.

"It's ready then?"

Sakura nodded and her mother led the man into the kitchen and Sakura followed, dragging her feet, dreading to go into the kitchen. If this man was like the others, he would pinch her and grab her, while her mother watched calmly, eating her dinner. And if Sakura spoke out, told him to leave her be, her mother would lock her in …; Sakura shivered just thinking about it.

Sakura got down plates, and served the man first. She felt his eyes upon her face but she was determined to ignore him. She heard him ask who she was as she moved on to serve her mother.

"Oh, that. She is just my daughter Sakura. She doesn't matter though. She never speaks either, most times I think she is just too stupid to form a sentence," she answered as Sakura served her.

She then felt a big hand on her lower back. When she didn't protest he slid his hand down to her back side. Sakura moved away from him and his hand to go serve herself. After she served herself she put the pan back on the stove and composed herself to put the blank look back on her face.

She sat back down and waited for her mother and her guest to take the first bites. After they did, Sakura picked up her chopsticks and kept her eyes on her plate. She listened to their conversation though.

"Her name is Sakura did you say?" he asked her mother.

Her mother nodded, and he chuckled.

"She is pretty enough, I suppose. And her body figure isn't bad either. Her eye color is a bit odd though. She'd catch a fair price, and the place is always needs more whores," he said eyeing her greedily.

Sakura looked up at him startled, her violet eyes wide with surprise. This man owned a whore house, a brothel, and her mother was going to fuck him. Then, did that…was her mother a whore? She had a respectful job once, when Sakura was younger. But the grief of her husband leaving her left her in shock and pain. She turned to drugs and alcohol to ease her pain, and because of that she had lost her job. After that Sakura didn't know what her mother's occupation was, but she had managed to keep their apartment so there was some sort of income.

Sakura had never really wanted to know what her mother did but…, fucking a man who owned a brothel, was a pimp; did that make her mother a whore? She really wasn't sure. Sakura looked down at her plate again.

"What do you think Arisa?"

Sakura looked up at him her eyes wider than before with shock and blushed.

"Eh…I don't care what you do with her. She's useless. The only things she is good for is doing work around the house and cooking my dinner."

Sakura looked at her mother not believing what her mother was saying. She should have known her mother would say that though, it was just like her to say stuff like that. But Sakura knew that she wasn't loved by her mother, but she never thought that she would be given off to whoredom.

"She might be a bit shy though. Nothing a couple of good fucks can't cure," he said matter of factly.

He laughed heartily at the horrified look on her face. She would never fuck a man, especially a horny old man. Make love, maybe, if she could ever find a guy who was decent looking and not an asshole who loved her and she loved him back; but fuck, never. But he didn't stop there.

"I know a couple of guys that would love to break her in the first couple of times. She is a virgin, right?"

When Arisa shrugged he turned to Sakura.

"Are you a virgin?"

Sakura looked at him like he was crazy, disbelief on every inch of her face. Who the hell did this guy think he was? It was none of his business if she was a virgin or not. He looked at her, as if inspecting her.

"I'll take that as a yes, and with your permission Arisa, I can change that tonight. I'll have someone come over-"

"No thank you," Sakura said quietly.

"What did you say!" her mother said harshly.

"No thank you," Sakura said again not much louder.

"You stupid bitch," Arisa said as she backhanded Sakura across the cheek. The blow was unexpected so Sakura fell to the floor cradling her cheek.

"For that, yes, call someone over; someone to break her, someone to teach her a lesson. Although tell him to come in an about two hours," Arisa said standing up glaring down at her daughter, whom had just looked fearfully up at her mother.

"Excellent. Sounds great, where's the phone so I can call him?"

Arisa pointed, and he walked over to the phone, picked it up, and dialed. Arisa advanced on her daughter still on the floor. Sakura was still looking fearfully up at her mother, dreading what would happen next. Sakura looked down and blinked hoping it was all just a bad dream. Arisa grabbed a fist full of Sakura's hair and pulled so that she was forced to look at her.

"You ungrateful bitch!" she screamed, "How dare you refuse his kind offer! First you don't make dinner, and then you move away from him, and now this!"

She backhanded Sakura again.

"In you go," she said sadistically and a smirk appeared on her face. Sakura's eyes filled with fear. Arisa ignored her daughter's silent pleas and pulled her to her feet by the fist full of hair.

Sakura's scalp felt like it was on fire as she was pulled to her feet. She took in deep breath through her nose to keep her from screaming out in pain. Her mother pulled Sakura toward it, Sakura stumbled, and her mother yanked her hair to keep her on her feet. Sakura felt some of the hair being ripped from her scalp. When they reached it Sakura's scalp was screaming in agony. Her mother threw open the door and threw Sakura in. She slammed the door and Sakura hit the wall and crumpled to the floor. She heard the lock turn and her mother walk away from the door.

Sakura slid herself into a corner, brought her knees up and hugged them to her chest. She cried silently into her knees because of her cheek and scalp screaming with pain.

Soon after she stopped crying the reality of being there sunk in. Sakura felt the walls slowly close in on her. She started hyperventilating and hugged her knees closer so the walls wouldn't close in around her as fast. But they did, they pressed in on her, she couldn't stop hyperventilating and the darkness took her.

Sakura awoke to more darkness the walls still perilously close. She sat in there, in the dark silence, the air getting stale. She wished the door would open, giving her fresh air, light, space and a somewhat freedom. Then she remembered what fate awaited her once the door was opened. When it was opened she was be raped by a man she didn't know, and would probably never see again in her whole life.

Sakura wanted the door to open, but she also dreaded it opening. Now she was confused, how can you want something to happen but dread it happening at the same time? She was in the dark silence contemplating which was worse, the door opening or the door staying locked and closed. But when the dreaded moment came she decided that she would rather keep her virginity and have the door locked and closed.

Her mother banged on the closed door. She unlocked the door and it swung open. Sakura looked up at her and blinked a few times.

"Stupid bitch, get the hell up," she said irritably and pulled her daughter up by another fist of hair.

Once Sakura was on her feet however, her mother grabbed a wrist and pulled Sakura towards her bedroom. Sakura was pushed into her bedroom and the door slammed behind her.

The man who stood in her room turned around and looked at Sakura. His eyes took her in and soon the expression of lust was on his face. Sakura thought he was maybe 20 and might have been good looking if he wasn't about to rape her. He leered at her a bit more then without a warning he crashed his lips on her and he forced his tongue into her mouth. She pulled away from him.

"Hmm, going to be difficult are you? That's fine with me, I'll just have to be rough," he said viciously and closed the space between them quickly.

He grabbed Sakura's wrists and flung her onto the bed. Before she could try to get up, he was on top of her, pinning her wrists out and down to the bed. He at once crashed his lips to hers again and forced his tongue inside her mouth. She turned away, ripping her mouth from hers. He didn't look discouraged, instead he how kissed her and sucked at her neck. She tried to move but he was crushing her and too heavy for her.

She was still squirming trying everything to get out from underneath him. He then brought her wrists above her head and pinned them there with one hand. Sakura could now feel his arousal between her legs, pressed up against her. With his now free hand he grabbed her breast and squeezed it hard. She screamed in pain. Then he worked off her shirt and got it over her head. He slipped it her arms off without letting go of her wrists.

Suddenly an idea hit her and she stopped struggling. He looked at her and let go of her wrists slightly, when she didn't struggle he let go of them completely. Then he took a little weight off her and propped himself up with his elbows. When she still didn't move he got up, and took his shirt off, followed by his pants. When he began to slip off his boxers Sakura gave him a swift hard kick to his groin; he dropped to his knees bent over. Sakura ran to the door, swung it open and bolted to the door.

She opened the door and slammed it shut; Sakura bolted down the stairs and ran through the final set of doors. She ran down the street wheezing, her legs were now cramping but she couldn't stop, he would come to find her. Luckily the street was empty for she had left her shirt in her room.

She slowed down to a fast walk when her lungs were starting to give up on her. Then a mysterious black car rolled up next to her. The back passenger window rolled down. A lady with dark hair and dark eyes sat in the car alone.

"Sakura?"

Sakura nodded slowly.

"Get in the car," the mysterious woman said.

"Why?"

"I'll explain later."

"No, sorry," Sakura said and began to turn away but then heard the scream of a man.

"Sakura! You bitch! Get the hell back here!"

He had found her. Sakura looked around frantically around for an escape route.

"Sakura; get in the car. You don't want that young man to find you do you?" the woman asked and nodded towards him.

Sakura glanced back at him and then opened the door of the car and, she got in, closed the door. The car drove off silently into the night.

Authors Note-I hope everyone enjoyed that, and don't forget to review!