A silent night. Silent... except a girl of 16 years old crying in the backyard of her house near the bodies of her dead parents.
"Take her or kill her! We can't have her wake up the neighbours!" Squalo spit out and left.
"Fuck! Why do 'I' have to do that?"
He glanced at the devastated girl and was about to kill her when she looked at him with despair. He couldn't... he just couldn't...
-1 YEAR LATER-
"Trash! Come here!" the familiar voice sounded. I walked into the room looking at the floor.
I'm living here for about a year after my parents got murdered by this man.
"Took you long enough!"
"Sorry"
I don't know why I'm still living neither why I'm living with him.
"Come then" I moved forward till I reached the bed.
Maybe this was why he kept me alive.
"Lie down" I did as told.
He called me to his room 3 times per week the last 8 months.
"Show more willingness"
That man killed my parents and uses my body every other night. Even though I know these how come...
"Strip!" commanded and I started stripping.
...How come I've come to love him ? How come my body and... feelings respond to his touch? How come I can't wait for those nights?
"Should I continue?" I asked as only my underwear had remained on me.
"No it's fine" he said and came close.
How come every night that happens, I dream of him? Dreaming I'm confessing my love to him and he answers to my feelings "I love you too"... Am I a bad person for not wanting to ever stop?
He touched my face and kissed me.
-FEW HOURS LATER-
Xanxus lied next to the sleeping girl on the bed stroking her hair with a profound gentleness noone thought he had.
It has become a sweet routine for him.
"I love you Xanxus..." the girl whispered in her sleep.
"I love you too" he smiled and finally went to sleep.