Hello,

My name is Mya. I'm 13 and I am already attending high school. I'm 5'5 130 lbs with brown hair and brown eyes. I'm honest, caring, affectionate, reliable and very cooperative. My hobbies include cooking and cleaning.

This is what my profile says on the website, but it's all bullshit. In reality I'm the complete opposite. They only post everything that they know customers want to hear.

My name is Mya I'm 17 now and I dropped out of high school years ago. I'm brutally honest and as far from caring and affectionate as possible.

Reliable…yeah right.

Cooperative…my ass.

Yeah I can cook, but when your parents die and your left to fend for yourself what else are you gonna do. And I'll clean but only when the mess starts to bother me, and that takes a long time.

The people at found me not too long after the death of my parents and decided to take me in and train me to become, as the website says, "a good wife." They soon realized that they where wasting their time.

So now their trying there hardest to get rid of me fast. Basically making me someone else's problem, and the best part is that there is no return or refund policy. You buy it your stuck with it.

Hell I just feel sorry for the guy who see's my ad and thinks that it's a good purchase.

Walking back to his office trying to sort through some paperwork detailing the meeting he just left his assistant spoke up trying to keep up with his long strides "Mr. Kaiba don't you think it's about time you found someone and settled down. Maybe have a kid or two?" Obviously he didn't know Kaiba very well and was new or else he wouldn't have asked something so stupid.

Kaiba just glared at him and was about to retort with a cold comeback as he opened the door to his office when he stopped himself and thought about it for a second.

Looking back at his assistant he replied "Your right Nohara. If you can find me the perfect girl not only will I marry her, but also you will be greatly compensated for your time and promoted. And I'll only go out girl with one so she needs to be perfect." All Kaiba saw was a look of puzzlement and pure joy on his face before he closed the door.

Kaiba smirked to himself as he sat the papers he was shuffling through on his desk and sat down. Turning the chair to look out at the city he couldn't help but imagine his assistant literally shoveling through piles and piles of girls.

I awoke that morning and did what I always do. I pulled out one of my favorite books and began rereading it for the tenth time in the past two years. There is nothing else for you to do when you get thrown into situations like this. Obviously we aren't allowed outside.

Sure there where classes for us to take, but that's only for the new girls and it's the same thing over and over again. Don't talk back, do as your told, shit like that. They practically beat it into us.

Plus this so-called house were living in is ridiculous. It would be nice for a couple with three kids, but not 25 girls ranging from 10 to 20. Most of them are unfortunate enough to end up sleeping in the hallway with a sleeping bag, me being one of said unfortunate.

"Hey Mya?" I looked up from my book to see who had addressed me. It was Nina, she was a good looking Russian girl who had gotten here the same day I did. "Terry wants to see you in the basement."

I placed the torn piece of toilet paper that I use as a bookmark on my page and sat the book back underneath my pillow. Making my way down the stairs I wondered what I could've done this time. The only reason we ever get called into the basement is to get punished for something we did, but I hadn't tried to escape recently or attacked any of the other girls so I had no idea what was going on. Unless…

Terry was standing behind a camera on a tripod when I stepped off the last step. He turned to me and looked me up and down. If he was going to take my picture then I needed to fix myself up quick because I definitely looked a hot mess. I hadn't bothered to do my hair as it was pulled back in a messy ponytail, and my clothes where the same rags I wore everyday. Who did I have to look dolled up for?

He nodded to a rack of clothes off to the side and I went over and began looking through them. My face fell as I realized that all of them where summer dresses. Similar to the ones that you see in magazine ads where they make the wearer look more innocent no matter what age they are.

Most of them were pink, yellow and white; colors that you would normally never catch me wearing, but I didn't have much of a choice. I pulled out the only one that didn't have a lot of lace and frills and took it to the bathroom to change.

The dress was simple and all white that fell to my knees. It had spaghetti straps that crossed in the back, the bodice was tight to show of my curves and the fabric that covered my breast crossed over each other. I pulled my hair out of the ponytail and ran my hands through it a couple times letting it fall with a slight wave to my waist. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought that this would have to do.

Walking out of the bathroom I asked "So what is this for?" "We need to update every ones profile." He said pulling a chair in front of the camera. He gestured for me to sit and handed me a book. Terry wasn't a man for conversation, but I understood immediately what he wanted me to do. I opened the book and pretended to read it with a slight smile on face as he began clicking away on the camera.

My profile, as you saw earlier, is four years old, but god only knows what type of bullshit their gonna put in it this time. Along with this crappy picture its probably gonna draw in more customers and one of might just pick me…fuck.

Hello,

My name is Mya. I was born and raised in America. I'm 17 and currently looking into attending college to get a degree in business. I'm 5'10 165 lbs with brown hair and brown eyes. I've never been married nor do I have any children, but I can't wait to become a mom.

I'm honest, caring, affectionate, reliable and very cooperative. My hobbies include reading, cooking and cleaning. I can also speak Japanese fluently along with my native tongue English.

Jiro Nohara was having such a hard time trying to find the right girl for Mr. Kaiba that he started looking through internet dating profiles. He sighed and put his head in hands unsure of what to do.

"Hey Jiro, you okay?" asked a fellow coworker who happened to notice Jiros strange behavior of the last week.

Jiro looked up and replied "No. I just don't know what to do anymore." "Are you still working on trying to find the boss a girl?" Jiro just nodded his head too frustrated to even talk about it anymore.

"You should give up. There are other ways to get a promotion," he looked around to make sure no one was listening and leaned in to say "Besides he said he would only go out with one girl right? So no matter what he's instantly going to reject her, for one reason or another, meaning that you will have wasted your time for nothing."

Jiro looked up at him and said "Thanks you sure know how to make a guy feel better" with sarcasm dripping from every word.

His coworker put a hand on his shoulder and walked away leaving Jiro to drop his head on the desk. He did this a few more times 'til he was satisfied that he had punished himself enough.

Lifting his head back up and resting it on his arm he couldn't help but think how much of an idiot he was for opening his mouth in the first place. Especially since it was a win lose situation for him and a win win situation for Mr. Kaiba.

Looking back at the profile that was currently up he scrolled through it quickly and found some small print at the bottom of the page. Reading it over and over again he came up with a great idea that would end up making this a winning situation for him after all.

It's been a week since that photo shoot and I was officially pissed off. Maybe its because it's that time of the month, but besides that I can't believe that I've been stuck in this shit hole for the past four years of my life. I need out and I planned to get out one-way or another.

Once everyone was asleep I got out of my sleeping bag and made for the window in the room. I was getting the hell out of here. I'm not gonna be married off to some random guy who's either too old to get it up and won't bother to put me in his will unless I change his diapers daily or the young trust fund baby who can get it up too often and has the typical personality of an asshole jock.

I'm not sure why I never thought of this earlier, probably because jumping out of a second story window doesn't sound that appealing when your 12. But now it seems like nothing.

Making sure that all the other girls where asleep I unlocked the window pulled it up. But it wouldn't move. I pulled a couple more times and the damn thing still wouldn't budge. "The fuck," I whispered to myself.

For some odd reason I had forgotten to make sure that this plan would actually work by checking to make sure that the windows opened. "Well I guess there not as dumb as they look." Good thing I had a back up plan. That I just came up with.

Tip toeing through the house I had to find something heavy that would break through the glass with one throw. Cause once everyone hears that I'm gonna need to haul ass before anyone can catch me. Once I made it to the kitchen I spotted the fire extinguisher and grabbed it quickly making my way back upstairs.

Everyone was still dead asleep and for that I was thankful, but they where about to have a rude awakening anyway. Standing a few from the window I rocked the extinguisher back and forth using both arms. I counted down in my head to get prepared for the jump off.

3…2…1 I let go and it smashed through the window with ease. Quickly I ran after it as heads began to shot up from the loud noise.

Jumping through the broken glass I felt some of it penetrate my skin but I didn't let it bother me. The fall felt like I was in a bad dream where I'm being chased and the chaser is going normal speed while I'm in slow motion. It sucked, and at this rate I was going to be caught.

Thankfully the hard concrete of the driveway broke my fall. Good thing I landed on my ass.

I stood slowly already feeling the pain in my ass and arms, from where I got cut, but I quickly remembered what I was doing and began running in a random direction. It was pretty dark and my eyes hadn't adjusted fully. All I could tell was that there where trees everywhere, but I kept running.

When it seemed like no one was following me I stopped to catch my breath and take in everything. I was finally outside for the first time in four years. I was free.

But free to do what? I'm 17 with no money and no family. I have nowhere to go. "Fuck me." I sat down against a tree feeling like an idiot for not thinking this all the way through.

When people end up in situations where their freedom is taken all they can think about is getting it back. But they never stop to think about what they'll do when they get it back. So most people end up stuck, like I am now, and that's what get's them recaptured or they die alone with nothing as a no one.

I refuse to end up like either one of those people. But what the hell can I do?

I sat there and thought about it so much that my brain eventually couldn't take it anymore and forced me to sleep.

The sun was just starting to rise as my eyes opened. I was confused as to where I was when the events of last night came rushing back to me. I also realized then that I was being dragged, by some random guy, back to the house I had just escaped from.

Somehow they had caught up to me. And now I was being taken to the basement, probably to be punished, but to tell you the truth I no longer cared. Its not so much that I was giving up on getting out of here, I've just decided that it might be easier to get away once I'm bought.

My capturer dropped me face first onto the cement floor and I immediately sat up to see Terry and the man behind the whole thing, Kevin.

There was silence for a minute, I didn't feel like speaking because of my pure defiance and hatred toward the man in front me plus I was already in a lot of shit.

"So you ran away the day before you where purchased," I automatically perked up at the word purchased.

"And I'm sure you know what that means. We can't punish you because you are no longer our property, besides we can't send out damaged goods. How will that make us look?"

Exactly, to punish me would be to punish them as well.

"Anyway, yes you are very lucky indeed," Terry handed him a folder as his eyes never left mine. He opened it and looked down to read over its contents.

"You have been bought by a Jiro Nohara. Twenty-three who lives in Domino City Japan." Closing the folder and handing it back to Terry he stared me down again.

"Your plane leaves in three hours. There are fresh clothes in the bathroom for you to change into," he said nodding his head to the left side of the room.

I took that as the initiative to go get ready and got up to go to the bathroom.

The flight was long and annoying due to the fact that I had my own personal bodyguard there to make sure that when I got off I was presented to this Jiro Nohara without any mistakes. Thankfully we had just landed and I was happy to be able to stretch my legs.

We made our way to the baggage claim where they had agreed for us to meet. I was in no rush to meet my so-called future husband, but my guard dragged me along anyway.

Going down the escalator I saw a few people holding up signs. One on them had the name Mya scribbled on it in Japanese. Luckily that part of my profile wasn't a lie or else we would've walked right past him. Because I know the guard can't speak, let alone read the language.

I walked up to him ready to get this over with and he reached out a hand to me "Hello. You must be Mya, I recognize you from your picture, but I must admit you look even better in person." "Thanks. I take it your Jiro," he nodded with a big smile on his face. He dismissed my bodyguard and showed me to his car.

Once we where on the road I looked over at him and just stared. Something didn't seem right. Why the hell would this guy want someone like me?

"What's your angle?" I voiced my question.

"Beg your pardon?" He asked in return.

"You're obviously not a trust fund baby or you wouldn't be driving yourself, nor would you be driving a middle class car like this. You're far from a jerk, from what I can tell, and you're not extremely old with a fortune coming out of your ass so why would you buy a wife?"

His eyes where slightly wide after my verbal observation but then he started laughing. He laughed so hard that he stopped looking at the road for a minute and the car started to veer left.

He calmed down and regained control of the wheel as he said "I guess they didn't tell you. I didn't buy you for myself I bought you for my boss."