This story is part of a genre/category that I have never written before. I recently just started reading the Consequences series by Aleatha Romig and I must say, the author certainly does a good job mind-fucking her audience. If you have never heard of this story before, I should state that this story does in fact contain abuse- both physical as well as mental- and often times leaves the reader repulsed, confused, and angry at both characters. I wanted to create a story that was equally similar, if not the same, yet with my two favorite characters. In an almost absurd way, I feel like both Misaki and Takumi could fit the description as the characters on the book are described.
I would like to place a warning as of now that there will be abuse- mentally and physically, kidnapping, and rape. Though I will not include excessive description or details. This story would most defiantly be categorized under Dark, Adult, and Romance.
If you do not feel like this is your cup of tea, it would be best to forget entirely about this story and go about your happy, peaceful life.
Maid-sama as well as Consequences do not belong to me.
The knocking on the door awoke the nineteen-year old brunette from a restless slumber, a price she was forced to pay since the beginning of the whole ordeal. Misaki sat up on the king-size bed and clutched the silken sheets tightly, ignoring the stinging as her nails bit the soft flesh of her palms.
"Y-Yes?" She tentatively called out and swallowed the bile that threatened its way up her throat. She needed to be strong, she told herself. Never show your emotions to the enemy.
It became silent for a moment and Misaki began to second-guess herself in thinking she had a visitor.
"Your lack of welcome is something we will have to work on." A deep, sensual voice rang out just as the door leading to the hallway opened up to display the one man Misaki was dreading to see. "I thought you would have learned by now."
"I'm sorry," Misaki scurried out of her bed and stood with her arms clasped behind her back, her head bowed in complete fear. She wanted to kick herself at how easily he frightened her, how she immediately begged for forgiveness over such a small mistake.
"I don't appreciate it." His voice grew hard with each syllable as he began walking towards the quivering girl, "but I will accept your apology."
Misaki bit her lip harder with each step he took, not paying attention to the sharp pain her teeth were causing. All her mind could wrap around was his nearing presences, the next course of action he would take.
She nodded her head quickly and closed her hazel eyes when seeing his shoes become apparent in her line of vision.
"We discussed verbal confirmation." His voice bit out like ice. Misaki looked up into beautiful emerald eyes that, at the moment, were narrowed in complete distaste.
"Thank you, Takumi." She ground out his name with complete hatred, putting as much venom into that one word to show him just how thankful she was. His grin was pure malice, a twisted smirk entertained by his broken-down girl.
"Much better." He didn't drop his grin, only grabbing Misaki's wrist and pulling her to the small round table that held two chairs. "Sit." He inclined while pulling out her chair, a gentlemanly gesture that had the brunettes stomach twist in knots.
Nothing about him was gentle.
"Thank you." She sat and watched him take his place across from her, crossing his hands and giving her his full attention. "You requested to see me earlier." His husky voice only ignited the flame in Misaki's chest. She hated his voice, she hated his smile, his eyes, everything about him!
"I did, yes." Clearing her thought briefly, she mentally prepared herself for the speech she developed over the past few hours. "I understand why I am here. I drunkenly signed a contract with you a few days ago. You pay off my debt and I work for you until you deem acceptable."
"It will take time to pay off your hefty debt." Takumi blinked with mild attention. "You work for my pleasure, Misaki. You belonged to me as of June 1st, the day you signed the contract." He shifted slightly in his chair and took a quick glance at his Emperador Temple watch, "this conversation is not heading anywhere and you are wasting my time. This discussion is over." He began to get up, not leaving any room for argument. Misaki, in a frantic state reached over and clamped her hand around his forearm, not thinking about her actions.
"This is wrong! You cannot hold me captive here for your pleasure! I want to leave!" She squeezed his arm in complete desperation, hazel eyes gleaming with unshed tears. His face remained impassive for a few moments, green eyes taking in the unacceptable sight before him.
"I want to go outside, Takumi! You can't keep me here!" She babbled on in complete disarray, balling her hand into a fist and shaking her head. She looked to her left for a moment and froze with utter shock. The door that lead out of her room was wide opened, a small mistake Takumi usually would not do. He would take caution when entering her room usually, making sure her windows and doors were locked and the alarms were still activated.
Still glancing at her path to freedom, she released her grip on Takumi and hesitantly glanced at the monster that caged her here, now seeing the darkened look that flashed across his eyes. A second later, Takumi's hand connected with her right cheek, putting enough force to knock the stunned brunette onto the ground.
Placing a hand on her offended cheek, Misaki looked up to see Takumi make his way around the table. "Perhaps you will learn in time, Misaki. You will do as I say and listen. That is my rule. Now," he halted and flickered cold eyes down at his disrespectful girl. Tilting his head briefly, he moved to the table and grabbed the vase of flowers that was perched in the middle. Glancing briefly at the collection of colored roses he bought for his Misaki days ago, he gripped the glass vase and rammed it onto the tabletop, ignoring the splinter of glass that shot in every direction. "Clean up this mess." He growled out before walking out of the door, double checking the locking system.
Misaki ran the back of her hand against her nose, not caring how unladylike it was. Getting onto her knees she placed her hand to her bruised cheek and whimpered at the pain. A moment later, the door opened once again and Misaki froze, her heartbeat increasing at the thought that Takumi was back for more.
"Ms. Ayuzawa?" A small voice called out in the spacious room. Misaki glanced up quickly when hearing the soft feminine voice, a voice she would greet any day.
"Sakura!" She sighed in relief and got off of the ground, walking towards the servant that became her only closest companion.
"Ms. Ayuzawa no-!" She flinched when hearing Misaki curse under her breath, rushing over to help the girl sit on her bed and away from the pieces of glass that littered the floor.
For the next half hour, Sakura tended to Misaki's wound, cleaning her foot of any infections and wrapping it tightly in gauze. Sakura attempted a conversation multiple times the first fifteen minutes before realizing Misaki wasn't listening, her eyes glossed over in thought.
Sakura quietly swept up the pile of glass before leaving the room. Closing the door with a reassuring lock, she walked down the hallway hearing a sob of despair from the room she just left.
Five days. He's been away for five days.
Misaki paced the floor of her spacious bedroom, glancing up at the door every few minutes in hope to hear any sounds.
She ran a hand through her tresses and breathed in deeply, sitting on the edge of her bed in a jittery movement. She tapped her foot impatiently and looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window that occupied the left side of her room. She recently found out there was a glass door that blended with the windows which opened up to a balcony as well as an amazing view. Unfortunately, the door was locked and bolted up, by no means an escape in her eyes.
She glanced at the flat-screen T.V that probably cost more than half of her clothes in her closet- well, her old closet. She only had a few selective channels to watch from, Takumi didn't want her finding out too much about the world that continued on outside of her bedroom.
It didn't matter anyways, the T.V didn't work since the night Takumi left her. She was deprived of any sound, music, or voices. It seemed he was doing this on purpose.
Entering her walk-in closet, Misaki glanced around for something to wear. 'A dress would be nice. Maybe a blouse and skirt? Heels would go well with both outfits…' She mentally talked to herself. Needing to socialize with someone, even if that happened to be herself, was still easier than hearing absolute silence.
She grabbed a baby-blue strapless dress and walked into the bathroom, shuddering when touching the cold marble floor. Stripping from her shirt and shorts, Misaki quickly changed herself and crinkled her nose when feeling a draft between her thighs.
He didn't want her to wear any underwear… or a bra for that matter. It was one of his rules.
"Only slows down the inevitable." Takumi grinned at a horrid looking Misaki, loving the fear that seeped through her beautiful eyes.
"Disgusting..." She muttered while applying a small amount of makeup. She hated cosmetics, suffocating her skin was something she despised since she began high school all those years ago. Going natural was a triple-win in her opinion: no pimples, no time consuming minutes when taking it off, and she saved money for more important things.
She glanced at her cheek and smiled when seeing the bruise from Takumi gone. It had been worse the second day but slowly dulled into a fading yellow before disappearing all together within the past three days. Her foot also felt better as she placed more pressure on it than necessary, testing how much weight she could rely on before it started stinging. She was glad she no longer had to wear that suffocating gauze around her heel since the blood flow had stopped and her skin was beginning to heal.
Walking out of the bathroom she scowled when seeing a tray of food waiting on the table for her, which hadn't been there only minutes before. Takumi's servants knew the correct time to slip in and out of her room. As much as she wanted to catch them, they always disappeared before she could lay eyes on them. Or attempt an escape.
Silently, Misaki sat at the table with drooped shoulders, hearing only the silence she became accustomed to over the past five days. She glanced at her breakfast tray for a moment before pushing it away, the mere thought of food had begun to make her stomach feel queasy. She sat staring at the bare wall, her mind beginning to go into overdrive.
No Takumi meant no conversations.
She needed to talk to someone.
Why hasn't he come to see her in the past five days?! She gripped the chairs armrest in anger and despair. The silence was killing her, almost deafening.
She couldn't eat! She needed to talk! To hold a conversation!
She stood up and paced the room once more, placing a finger to her bottom lip while taking quick breaths. Was this punishment? A test?! Was she suppose to cry for help?!
"I need to get out." Misaki repeated those five words to the deserted room, her voice becoming more hysterical with each passing moment. "I need to get out, I need to get out, I need to get out."
"Please…" Her voice trembled in agony as she sprinted to the door and began banging on the impeccable surface, twisting the knob that wouldn't budge. "Oh God please let me out!" Her voice increased with each word, her betraying mind stating she would be alone for another five days. In the same room. Waiting for Takumi.
"Get me out! I want to leave!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, all thoughts of staying mentally stable long forgotten, and grabbed the chair she had occupied before. With tears streaking down her pale face, she used all of her strength, which had slowly diminished over the past few weeks, and threw it at the glass window.
When it didn't crack, she picked the chair up again and threw it at the balcony door, hating the multiple locks that kept her from being free.
"HELLLLP!" She screamed out and pounded her fist on the window, ignoring the pain in her knuckles. "HELP ME, PLEASE!" Her screaming slowly turned into sobs as she dropped to her knees, exhausted and spent from her emotional breakdown.
"I hate you, Takumi." She whispered out, placing her forehead on the cool glass window and closing her eyes. "I hate you so much."
Two Weeks Earlier
"Good afternoon Master, how can I serve you?" Misaki bowed with a sincere smile on her lips. She had only an hour left before her shift ended so she was trying to gather as much tips from her faithful customers as a last desperate attempt.
Walking across the room, she knew she attracted much of the attention from such simple movements. She wasn't vain, she understood how 'attractive' she was, mainly from the love-notes and greedy eyes she experienced during her high school years. She just wasn't interested, she always had more pressing matters than getting involved in a silly relationship.
But there was one pair of eyes she knew without a doubt that was locked on her. He never tried to hide his attention whenever she looked his way, green eyes still fixated only on her. It always ended with Misaki quickly glancing away with a flushed face, wondering just who the victim was here.
His name was Takumi, or Usui Takumi in the real world. He was popular, a businessman that took on his grandfathers role when only at the ripe age of seventeen. Nobody said he would make it, that the corporation would fall into shambles within seconds and the poor soul would loose everything his grandfather worked hard to obtain.
But it was the exact opposite, a surprise to all high-scale companies who waited patiently to dig their hands into his money. Usui knew how to work with money, invest, and run a business all by himself. It paid off for the next three years as Usui was now one of the top five richest men of the decade.
People were amazed on what he could do in such a short time. Expanding the business across seas, donating to various charities, and being labeled as a 'kind businessman' was just the tip of the iceberg. Everybody loved him, everybody wanted him. So why was he here at a lowly Maid Café?
He had been coming in for the past few days now, always sitting in the corner at the same table with the same order and same impassive look. She didn't know if he came in during the other girls shifts but didn't look too far into it, she just hoped he didn't intend to buy the Maid Latte. She needed this job.
"Misaki, you can go home." Satsuki, her manager, called out while walking down the stairs from the second floor with an empty tray in her hand. Nobody else paid attention to her words, though Misaki was sure Usui glanced over to stare at her boss.
"Are you sure? I still have another hour?" Satsuki brushed her question away with a wave of her hand.
"We're dead anyways, mind as well go home and study up on your assignments." This time Misaki was positive her honey-blond haired guest heard their conversation as he stood up and began buttoning up his Armani suit jacket.
"Thanks boss," she smiled and headed towards the back room, hoping Mr. Usui was long gone by the time she left.
No such luck.
Ten minutes later, Misaki poked her head out of the cloth that separated the kitchen from the dining area, grimacing when seeing he was still there, now sitting in his usual chair and looking at his IPhone.
'Okay, back door it is then.' Misaki grabbed her cheap satchel and crept towards the back, sighing in relief when shutting the door. Now she could go home and study and cry about all the debt she was swimming in…
"I would like to speak with you, Ms. Ayuzawa." A honeyed-voice spoke out in the gritty alleyway. Misaki spun to her right and managed to keep a steady composure.
How did Usui Takumi find her?!
Present Time
The barest of touches awoke Misaki as she groaned out in displeasure. Opening her eyes, she blinked multiple times to clear her head when realizing she was still hunched against the window. Her stiff joints as well as the moon that replaced the bright blue skies indicated she fell asleep for more than a few hours.
"Wake up." Misaki shot up in shock when hearing his voice. His voice! She wasn't alone anymore!
She looked to her right and spotted Takumi kneeling before her, his suit jacket slung over his shoulder. Green locked onto hazel as the two stared at one another for a few silent moments.
"Takumi-" Her hoarse voice broke the tension and Misaki found herself being lifted onto her own two feet and pulled into his hard chest.
"Did you miss me." His voiced held no trace of a question and more of an obvious statement. She nodded her head and wrapped both arms around his back.
"What did I say about verbal confirmation?" His voice became tight as he increased his grip on her tiny form. Misaki wanted to tell him he was being too hard on her but kept her thoughts to herself. She hadn't been hugged in a while, hadn't had any body contact in a while.
"I-I did. I did miss you." Her voice shook with each word and she buried her head more deeply into his body, smelling the spicy cologne she was deprived of over the past five days.
Takumi sighed at her answer and nuzzled his face into her neck, "very good, Misaki. You are doing very well so far." He murmured into her skin.
Misaki breathed out slowly and glanced up at his eyes, "you were gone for five days."
He nodded, "I was."
"I didn't have anybody to talk to. The servants didn't come in, I was alone for five days." The thought itself frightened Misaki all over again. She was always a social butterfly with her friends and little sister and without a proper conversation, much less a word, in the past week broke down the malice in her head. Broke down any normal thoughts.
"You were suppose to be alone, Misaki. I told the servants to only arrive when you were out of your bedroom. I wanted you to be in solitary for your disrespectful actions."
"S-So punishment?"
"Yes."
Misaki felt herself be lifted up into his arms and walked over to the position of her bed. Takumi gently placed her down on the satin sheets before sitting next to her, staring down at his girl.
"You destroyed the chair and marked the bedroom window." His voice turned cold almost immediately and Misaki felt herself stiffen at his words.
She still was not in tune with his change in personalities, how he could go from caring and comfortable to cold and abusive within seconds made her resent him all the more.
"Misaki, you will answer me, now." His voice hardened over as his jaw muscles tightened.
"I-I… I'm sorry, Takumi." She repeated the same words that she always said whenever she did something wrong.
"Why did you do it." Again, his tone held no question, only a statement.
Misaki sat up and looked at her now-bruised knuckles from earlier. She saw Takumi glance down and widen his eyes only slightly before taking her small hand in his much larger ones.
"I was alone," she felt her voice break, "I didn't want to be alone."
"That is not my fault, nor my concern." Takumi spoke while rubbing her offended hand soothingly.
Misaki stayed quiet, not knowing what to say at that moment.
Finally did she ask the question that berated her mind for the past week, "where were you?"
His emerald eyes instantly turned into ice as he stood from the bed, a scowl overtaking his lips. "You do not ask questions, Misaki. Have you forgotten my rules?" He didn't give her a chance to answer, instead took a step back and raised his chin, "now stand up."
Misaki quickly complied and glanced up at his cold eyes, having to tilt her head with the almost ten inch difference between the two.
"Take off your dress." His voice became low, threatening as he glared at her. Misaki hesitated for a moment, hating how much power he had over her.
"Please… please don't do this." She pleaded and took a step away from him. "Takumi I don't-"
She shrieked when feeling her strapless dress being shredded from her body, stepping back in shock until her legs hit the side of the bed and loosing her balance.
Takumi stood above her with determined eyes, "your memory is failing you, Misaki. 'Do as I say', have you forgotten?"
Misaki stifled a sob when seeing him pull off his shirt and unbutton his pants, taking his time while keeping his eyes locked on hers. "I pay off you debt and you give me pleasure."
She hated what he did to her, hated his changing personalities and demands. She hated herself even more, for getting into this disgusting situation, for leaving herself vulnerable. But as he filled her with each thrust, she couldn't stop the disgust at herself. How she clutched his bare back and wrapped her legs around his waist… or how she moaned out his name.
And by the morning, her disgust ran skin deep when waking up alone in her king-size bed, feeling bruises across her body and a sour taste lingering in her mouth.
She was alone.
Again.
So do you hate Takumi as much as I do? Because yes… I hate him. I don't want to be the 'fishing for compliments' kind of author but I really really need reviews, like maybe 15 or so, on this chapter to see if I'll continue it. If that doesn't happen well… this can just be a unfinished one-shot! So tell me your thoughts!