Take Me Away
Wishing Upon A Star
Disclaimer: I only own my original OC's. I will repeat this only once, I DO NOT OWN NARUTO OR ELSE I WOULD BE FILTY RICH!
"Girl, fetch me some sake, NOW!"
I wince as I hear my master's echo on the blue walls. I hurried to the kitchen as fast as my short legs could go. I quickly grabbed a bottle of sake and hurried to my master's study. I slowed to bring my breathing back to a normal rate. Damn, I hate this part of the hallway. Okay, so the hallway, no the whole mansion is beautiful. Bright colors, not the dark colors like other mansions. He wanted his guests to feel welcomed. So no dark colors. The reason why I hate this part of the hallway is because of all the paintings of the master Ogawa's ancestor. It always seem like they stare at me when I walk pass. I shivered as the master's father eyes trailed after me. The master's father used to be a good owner. He never hit me or looked at my body in any inappropriate way. I couldn't help to shiver because I held him in my arms when he was dying. His son was always angry with me because his father loved me more than him. So that's why the new master treats me so badly. I never see a day without new bruises covering my pale, thin body. I walked a little faster to get to the study. The faster I get there, the less time I have to spend with Master.
I reached the heavy, oak double doors of the study. I held the bottle of sake against me, feeling the cold seep through my ratty, old clothes. I pushed with all my might but the doors still didn't budge. I put the bottle of sake down; put my hands against the doors. They opened just enough for me to fit my little body in. I can fit in practically any space because I'm so skinny and because I'm only 5'2. I'm the shortest 17 year old servant. I walked into the warm study. This was the only room that was semi dark. It had blood red wall and all black, leather furniture. There were huge bookshelves, filled with dusty old books. The most impressive thing would have to be the fireplace with its flickering fire. I was made up of rare stones that come all the Star Village. In front of the fire was my master. He was sitting in a high backed chair, reading an old book. I couldn't tell you what the title was because I have not learned how to read or write. Not even my name because I don't have one. No one thought I was worthy enough to have one, not even the master's father. I walked to the master's chair and bent on one knee. I was never allowed to be taller than the master. I'm also not able to look anyone in the eye. I held up the tray at a height that was acceptable to him. For me that is stretching till my whole body hurt. I whispered "Your sake, Master." My voice was low and shaky from the fear of being in the presence of my master. He smirked at the effect that he had on me and grabbed his sake. He took a gulp of sake and spit it all over me. I held back a yelped as the liquid got into my eyes. It hurt like hell but I couldn't scream because the master hated when I made noises of pain. He grabbed me around my neck and started to squeeze.
"Why the fuck is my sake lukewarm! You know I like my sake fucking cold! You stupid little BITCH!"
As he was yelling this, he let his ring covered fists rain down over my body. The rings ripped the skin on my cheeks, stomach, arm, legs and back. A scream bubbled up my throat but I held it back. I squirmed, trying to get away. He only grabbed me around my neck. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I know I can't get away since master was so strong. He brought his hands back and slammed my head against the hard lightly colored wood. He finally stopped after a few more hits. He got up slowly while smiling sadistically at me.
"Get up and clean up your fucking mess, NOW! Then get off our fucking ass and fix me supper! This time get me COLD sake you whore!" He yelled.
"Yes Master, right away master" I said in a shaky voice.
I ran out of the room as fast as I can. I went to the supply closet. I grabbed some rags and some cleaning supplies. I ran back to the study. I sighed when I saw that the doors were closed again. I juggled the supplies and opened the oak doors. I hurried to the blood pool. I didn't dare to run because I lost too much blood. I got on my knees and started to scrub away.
HALF HOUR LATER…
I slowly stood up with aching knees. I shook the head to get my hair out of my face. I threw all the supplies and the rag in the wooden bucket than I brought with me. I walked out of the study. I hurried to the supply closet and put everything back in its place. I had to walk down another hallway to get to the kitchen. I had no clue why he didn't hire cooks to make his meals. I guess he wanted more torture on me. As I was walking down the hallway I noticed my reflection in a mirror. My white hair was stained red in some places because of my blood. My bright purple eyes were even brighter than usual because of my recent tear works. The cuts all over my body made me look like a monster. The blood from the cuts has stained my clothes, again. I only have two sets of clothes. They both looked like the same, like a kid went wild with a pair of scissors and an unlimited supply of mud. Because of the blood, the clothes clung to me. I lifted up my shirt and I could see every protruding ribs. I sighed and pulled down my shirt. This hallway was not meant to scare me but to put me down. Seeing my ugly self all the way down the hallway is pure torture and pure humiliation. I reached the kitchen and my stomach growled violently, even bringing hunger cramps with it. I cook breakfast, diner and supper for him every day. Another torture for me since I was barely allowed to eat. I eat about once every fifth day. Sometimes, if I was really "bad", I would only eat once a week. Does weeks went by slowly and I would barely be able to drag myself out of the small room I slept in. I cooked up some fillet mignon steaks, mashed potatoes, corn, peas and a slightly spicy sauce. For dessert I had made, yesterday, a cheesecake with pecans and chocolate and caramel drizzle as toppings. This was his favorite meal and dessert. I put the main dish in the oven to keep it warm. I started to make a Cesar salad for the entrée. I finally finished and smiled proudly. The one thing he actually complemented me on was my cooking. It was delicious and practically always perfect. I leaned against the counter since I had a little me time. I was safe here anyway, the master fears the kitchen. The last time he came in here, his clothes accidentally caught on fire. Quite funny really. Even know I almost burst out laughing at the image in my head. When I calmed down I started to daydream. I dreamed of what my life would be if I wasn't in this hell hole. If I weren't here I would be happy. If I weren't here I wouldn't be beaten every day. If I weren't here I wouldn't be hungry. If I weren't here I wouldn't be raped every night.
"GIRL, WHERE IS MY SUPPER AND MY SAKE!" Master yelled out from the dining room, waking me from my daydream. I hurriedly put a bottle of sake, a glass with ice in it, a bowl, a fork, a pair of tongs, Catalina with bacon salad dressing and, of course, the salad on a silver serving platter. I picked it up carefully and pushed through the swinging doors leading to the dinning room from the kitchen. I set down the platter and set up everything. I put the bowl in front of him, the fork to the right of the bowl and the salad and salad dressing a little further up the cherry wood table. I then put the tongs in the bowl and placed the glass to his left, in reach of course. Finally I poured the sake in his glass. I backed up, bowed and got to my knees. I would be in this position till he demanded for the main dish or if he wanted more sake. That's the reason why I'm still holding the bottle of sake in my shaking hands.
"Get me the main this girl." He said. I got up, placed everything on the platter. I hurried through the swinging doors. I placed everything on the counter and took the main dish out of the oven and placed it on the platter. I filled a new glass with some ice which I then placed on the platter. I grabbed a new fork and then grabbed a steak knife. I placed them on the platter. I grabbed a cold bottle of sake from the fridge and closed the door with my foot. I placed the brown bottle on the platter and practically ran to the dining room. I hurried to master's place and place everything on the table. Again I poured him his sake and kneeled near him incase he wanted me to refill his glass. Of course he demanded that I poured him more sake many more times. When he was finished he gave me a nod, telling me to pick up and bring me dessert. I put everything on the platter and again ran out of the room. I took everything off the platter and cleaned it off because I spilt some sauce on it. I quickly opened the fridge door and took out the cheesecake, which I put on the platter. I took out a chilled glass from the freezer and a carton of milk from the fridge. No sake for dessert, only milk for the master. I put it on the platter. I grabbed a long knife and a cake scraper on the platter. I hurried back to the master with the tray. I repeated the same procedure like the last times. When he was finished, he ate the whole cake by the way; he leaned back in his chair and grunted in satisfaction. He nodded and I started to pick everything up. I hid my proud smile. That little grunt meant that my meal surpassed expectations. I brought everything in the kitchen and washed all the dishes. My pride was short lived when I hear my master yell out,
"Slut, get in here! I'm in need of you!"
I cringe. I knew all he wanted from me, my body. I slowly walked to his chamber, fear in my every step. I didn't want to go there. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and never see him again. I slowly opened his chamber's door. Master Ogawa was lying on the bed. He was under the covers and I'm sure he was naked under those covers. He stared at me, waiting. I was frozen in place, wishing to be anywhere else in the world. Hell, I would even rather be six foot under. I slowly started to undress and when I was naked I crawled into the monster's bed.
I sighed and laid my head on my crossed arms. I was leaning against my window. My wet hair blew a bit in the gentle breeze. My skin was sensitive and red after my shower. I had a shower right away after the little "session" and I had rubbed my skin raw, trying to rid myself of his sent and the dirtiness. I almost started cry again from the memory. I held back the tears, tired of crying. One single tear slid down my face as I looked up at the twinkling stars. I saw a streak of light go by. A shooting star! I closed my eyes and started to wish upon the star. I wished that someone, anyone, would take me away from this horrible place. I would even settle for a partly normal life. I slowly opened my eyes when I was finished. I bit back a startled scream. Unblinking red eyes stared straight at me.
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