She always hated when Gozaburo looked at her, but it had become worse over the years. Her "father" had no shame in gazing upon her chest at any opportunity. She was becoming a lovely young lady, and he was very aware.

Seto's wardrobe was changing, and she hated all the clothes she found had been selected for her. She wanted to cover herself, but shirts were becoming more exposing, and it didn't escape her notice as her skirts were gradually becoming shorter. Did he think she wouldn't realize it?

At first one of the new shirts fit fine. She thought she could keep it up without pulling on it every five minutes, but it became too troublesome at dinner. She would have to act like nothing was wrong. There was no wardrobe malfunction. She wasn't embarrassed. It would only amuse Gozaburo to see her embarrassed.

She kept her eyes on her food, but knew his were locked on the cleavage spilling out of the tight, low shirt. She ate quickly. The sooner she was away from him, the better. But god damn, Noa at so slowly. Seto had finished his meal before Noa was even half way done. Soon enough Mokuba and Gozaburo had eaten theirs. But there was still Noa, still eating at minimum speed. The hint of a smirk was on his lips as he saw through Seto's facade. He knew she wanted out of here. He knew she was uncomfortable.

Lighting a cigar, he glanced to Noa. "Noa, tell Mokuba all about something you've learned today." he instructed. "You do not truly understand a topic if you cannot explain it to someone else. Be clear and concise, Noa."

A servant brought Gozaburo out brandy, and Noa animatedly rambled to Mokuba about geometry.

"Clear and concise, Noa." Gozaburo reminded him when he was using too many filler words and repeating himself.

"May I be excused?" Seto finally asked a few minutes later, cutting Noa off midsentence. "I have a calculus test in the morning, Sir."

Noa was not pleased to be interrupted by her, and Gozaburo found it to be a daring move indeed.

"This is no way to act." Gozaburo answered. "You know better. I am not amused by your attitude as of late."

Seto fixated her gaze onto Noa, saying with great difficulty and zero sincerety, "I apologize, Noa."

Gozaburo waved a hand in dismissal. "Go to your room. I will deal with you later."

Seto rose from the table, giving a sarcastic bow to him that she immediately regretted as she remembered his fixation on her breasts. Storming off, she ascended elegant stairs and took a deep, calming breath as she stepped into her room and grabbed the handheld gaming system hidden under her matress. For an hour she immersed herself into Pokemon, then saved and changed cartridges to her Duel Monsters game.

She quickly hid it under a pillow as she heard foot steps. Ah, it was just Mokuba.

"Are you okay?" he asked, climbing into bed with her. "You haven't been talking lately, and you aren't looking at him. Did he hit you again?"

"No, Mokuba... It's nothing. Nothing to worry about, okay?"

"Okay." He smiled, cuddling close.

Seto kissed his forehead and embraced him. "Good night." She released the hug and told him to go get ready for bed. He had a long day tomorrow too.

Mokuba closed the door behind him, and Seto picked up her game again, finishing a duel before heading into her closet to pick out pajamas to change into. Tossing them onto her bed, she pulled her shirt off. And heard the door open.

"Seto."

Chills rushed over her spine as she froze, glad that at least her back was to the door. "I'm changing. Just a moment, Sir."

The door closed again.

But footsteps were approaching, dark eyes scanning her back.

A moment that felt like eternity passed, and she remained where she had been standing.

"Turn around." he demanded calmly. When she didn't budge, he added, "Don't make me repeat myself. I won't hesitate to have you beaten within an inch of your life."

Anger and fear pounded in her heart. Was he truly this indecent? She crossed her arms over her breasts, turning to him. "What do you want?" she snapped. Had she forgotten to do something important today? She couldn't think of what it could be. She'd done all her work. Oh, this had to be about interrupting Noa. Big deal. This was ridiculous.

"You."

She took a slow step away from him, grabbing her shirt to pull back on.

Gozaburo snatched it away and tossed it to the floor out of her reach.

"Get away from me," she muttered, earning a sharp strike across her face. The hand slid to caress her breasts, and he wrapped the opposite arm around her to unhook the blue bra.

She was mortified, face red and disgust as present in her eyes as the anger and fright.

"You're going to stay in here." he told her. "Wouldn't want anything... unfortunate... to happen to your brother, would you?" He dropped the bra and smirked as he admired her breasts, further fueled by the horror radiating from her.

This was beyond humiliating for her, and he'd hardly done anything yet. With a dark chuckle, he ducked down to taste her skin, ensnaring her in immense terror. His lips cruelly explored every bit of her breast, sucking bruises onto the flesh before settling at the nipple, flicking his tongue over it and sucking harder. He guided her to the nearby bed, pulling her onto his lap.

"I don't understand..." Seto whispered.

Shameful tears fell from blue eyes as Gozaburo continued sucking at her pale breast. It hurt. The pressure was intense against the soft flesh.

So soft... Young... Perfect... And all his.

Seto's terror grew as her master's hand slipped under her skirt, slowly stroking the outer side of her thigh. Then the front. And then as he caressed her inner thigh he spread it further apart from the other.

"No... Please..." she said breathlessly, frozen while she endured the humiliation. Such a useless plea only brought the man more pleasure.

He trailed rough kisses up her chest and pressed his lips to hers, smirking into it as the wandering hand felt every last inch of her panties, admiring elegant curves. He took a moment to lay her across her bed and hover over her.

She writhed beneath him, trying to break free of his hold, but he kept her down by the hands firmly on her breast and thigh. When she managed to turn to the side, he struck her face then grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head.

"It would be a shame if after working so hard to earn a better life for Mokuba, I were to take you back to the orphanage. Don't think I wouldn't."

Her eyes widened, and she quit moving.

"Good girl... You shouldn't struggle against me... Especially when you know you want this."

Alcohol clung to his breath, and Seto closed her eyes as his lips were on hers again, tears streaking her face.

She wanted to run. She wanted to escape anyway she could. But what would happen to Mokuba? Mokuba was mostly ignored by Gozaburo. He was safe here. And Seto would do anything to keep him safe. Fear for him was much more important than fear for herself. She had to be brave. She had to keep Gozaburo pleased. The demands of education were no longer all she needed to give into to stay in this house.

He released her wrists when he determined she wouldn't resist him. She heard a zipper.

She opened her eyes again. She had to face this monster. She had to rid herself of the fear she felt.

She spread her legs farther apart, the fear in her eyes being replaced by the intense hatred she felt too.

Gozaburo chose to focus on the submission, smirk widening as Seto spread her thighs. He nodded to her in approval. Yes. Give in to me.

"You are mine." he muttered, sliding her remaining clothes down her thighs and grasping her hips as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He eyed all the marks he'd left on her breast and pressed into her body, ramming the entirety of his length inside her, breath hitching along with hers as he was enveloped in tight warmth.

She didn't want the pain to show on her face, but it was too late. She had already failed the attempt to make his evil less worthwhile. Gozaburo was laughing, and he would be only rougher with each merciless thrust.

She couldn't handle this. Shoving Gozaburo away, Seto didn't get far as she tried to grab a blanket and rush across the room. Gozaburo shoved her down, climbing atop her once more but flipping her over and lifting her hips.

She trembled as he pounded back into her, sobs escaping this time. When she screamed in defeat and agony, he clapped a hand over her mouth.

"I told you not to fight me. You know how I feel about disobedience. Do you want me to hurt Mokuba? Instead of you? Is that what you want?"

"No! No!" she immediately tried to answer against his hand.

"You belong to me, Seto... Your mind... Your soul... Your body... It's all mine... You exist only to please me...Do you understand?" he asked between heavy breaths, rocking into her.

She was silent.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" he repeated. "Worthless... Maybe you would... Behave... If..."

He didn't need to finish that thought; Seto could tell when he was about to threaten Mokuba.

"I belong to you!" she cried out, forcing her hips to start meeting his movements, pressing back against him.

He'd never be tired of using Mokuba against her.

Pulling out of her, he smacked her ass and said in a test of obedience, "Get back in bed."

As he watched her move back to bloodied sheets, the pain in each movement was obvious.

Gozaburo followed, pressing a possessive kiss to her mouth again as he returned his cock within her and grinded his hips against her. With a low moan he slid his tongue over hers, dominating her mouth for a good while before biting at her bottom lip as she gasped for breath.

Blue eyes widened; next Gozaburo was stroking at her clitoris. Oh yes... He would confuse her by throwing pleasure into the burning, soul consuming pain.

"You look beautiful writhing beneath me." he simply had to remark.

"Don't, no - "

He struck her face with the other hand. "I never want to hear that word again. You will not defy me, Seto."

She forced out the words, "Yes, Sir." She needed this to be over. How much longer was it supposed to take?

He held her by her hip, and the other hand slid up her body to grasp her throat, the pressure and the reduced air keeping Seto quiet now as he continued working to fuck the defiance out of her.

Flashes of white burst across her vision. She couldn't breathe, but instead of panicking, there was a part of her hoping it might kill her and she would never have to endure anymore humiliation. At the same time she knew she had to survive, and she doubted he would accidentally kill her. He was in full control of the situation. But then again... All that alcohol...

She vaguely wondered what had really happened to Noa's mother.

Gozaburo tightened his hold on her throat as he filled her with semen. He figured she was smart enough to know there wouldn't be a pregnancy risk; there was medicine to stop that, even if it were unpleasant. No, the shame was enough psychological torture. And she would always fear him.

Ah, she had passed out just as he withdrew from her. It gave him a weakness to punish her for later. He checked that she had started breathing again - a display of generosity she hardly deserved. Then he lingered in the room a while longer, relaxing and observing as Seto slept.

When he approached the door, he stopped as he heard her turn onto her side. She curled up, pulling a blanket over her and up to her neck.

"You're not to tell anyone. But that should go without saying." he said. "And don't think you've survived the worst of it. I can do so much more to you. Remember that. This was nothing. This was a warning. Now get some rest... I expect nothing less than perfection on your calculus exam."