The small girl huddled in the corner of the tiny, filthy room; the word 'room' being a loose description, as it could have passed for a medium sized closet – though most closets had carpet, not stone floors, and were usually free of blood and other bodily secretions. Said secretions gave the room an overwhelming stench of urine and feces, which would make any normal person nauseous, were they to enter. Closets also didn't normally have windows; this again being a loose description – a more accurate one would be 'crack in the wall'.
She had tried to forget everything – to make her mind blank – but it was proving very difficult. There was always the ever-growing fear that he would remember the small dark room – with her in it –and return. While the sound of footsteps used to mean approaching loved ones, the sound now promised fear, pain, and darkness.
Sure enough, the moment she could hear footsteps approaching she instinctively held her breath as fear gripped at her insides. If she kept as still as she possibly could, there was hope that he wouldn't notice her. Unfortunately, her hopes were crushed once again as the door swung open. He had returned.
"Well, girl?" He demanded, his voice harsh and unforgiving. "'Ave ya decided to be a good little wench and obey the customers? It won' hurt 'nymore if you don't try an' struggle so much." The man sneered, smirking at her as he stood over her prone form. She spat at his feet in defiance. The smirk was quickly replaced by an ugly scowl.
Taking another step into the room, he grabbed the girl by the hair and dragged her to her feet. Though she felt faint, she glared up at him, fear and hatred the two warring emotions in her eyes. "That was yer last chance, stupid girl! If ya still wanna disobey me, I'll send ya for a little holiday to think 'bout it. Maybe havin' no food an' water'll stop those damn tantrums!"
The girl kicked him, as hard as she could, in the shin. He let out a hiss of pain and backhanded her across the face. Consciousness left her almost immediately; she welcomed the darkness as it surrounded her. His ominous words floated around in her head as she slipped away.
"Yer'll learn yer place 'ere, whether ya like it or not, Rin."
A/N In case you haven't read my extremely long profile, and skipped reading the summary as well: This story was taken from FoxyFire45, with her permission of course, and is now being done into my own. So if you feel that you have read this somewhere before; you are quite correct. Since this was the only chapter uploaded on Foxy's account, I am able to do whatever I please hereafter, I simply thought that leaving the prologue as is would be best. Anyways, on to the next chapter!
~Mumei