Hey! This story is going to be pretty lengthy, and I'm excited! This is my first author's notes section I've written (I just realized) and... yeah! Enjoy the first chapter!
It was a bright Saturday morning. I yawned, stretching my limbs, before getting out of my warm bed. I immediately grab a broom and start sweeping the floors of our house. I lived with my father, Sakuya Ayuzawa. My mother died a few years ago after moving away with my younger sister, Suzuna. Apparently, she didn't want to live with my father anymore because she believed that he cared about gambling more than his family. Which was true. Last night, he didn't even come home. Probably out at some bar or casino of some sort.
After sweeping the floors, I went to the bathroom to wash up. I splashed some cold water in my face, and began to brush my teeth. Life for me was pretty lonely. My father was rarely home, only coming back to collect something that he bet on and had lost. I rinse my mouth out, and pat my face dry. I hear the sound of a door opening. I quickly run out of the bathroom to greet my father.
"Hello, Father," I say. "How was your day?" I ask. He looks guilty. Probably lost another dumb gamble.
"Hey, Misaki," he says, rubbing his arm and smiling sheepishly. "Can you come with me for a second?" he asks. I nod.
"Let me change real quick," I tell him, running to my room. It wasn't very often that I was allowed outside, so something very important must've happened. I threw on a black tank top, some blue jean shorts, and a baggy orange sweatshirt. I slid on my brown sandals and walked out of my room, back to the front door.
"Great. Let's go," he says a bit impatiently, opening the door. I stepped outside first, and he followed.
"Where are we going?" I curiously ask. He avoids my gaze.
"You... You'll see when we get there," he simply responded, a fake smile plastered onto his face. I sigh.
"Dad... why are we in an alleyway...?" I wonder aloud. It was almost pitch black in here, and it seemed very unsafe. Suddenly, I notice three figures emerge into the alleyway. I instantly got into my fighting stance.
"Who are you?" I demand. A couple of them chuckle, while one seems unamused. My father laughs sheepishly.
"Misaki, be polite," he tells me. My expression softens, and I get out of the strange position.
"Why? Who are they?" I ask him, very confused. One of the three figures raised an eyebrow, though it was hard to tell through the darkness.
"Oh? You didn't tell her yet?" the figure asks, amused. My dad shook his head. I stare at him, ready for an explanation. He sighs.
"Misaki, I made a bet. With no money left, I bet on you... and lost," he explains. My eyes widen. What kind of father was he? "So, now you belong to these men, and you'll be sold as a slave," he says solemnly. "I'm sorry, I'll buy you back when I can," he assures me, though I can sense no remorse in his voice. I can't believe I trusted him. I should've ran away with Mom and Suzuna when I had the chance! The men scanned my body a few times, before grabbing my arm.
"She's a pretty one," one says as if I were an object.
"Yeah, she's got a nice body for sure," another adds. Dragging me to their vehicle parked right outside the alleyway, they threw me inside a back compartment. It would've been pretty roomy, had there not been about seven other girls in the back with me. Three were asleep, two looked traumatized, and the remaining two were talking in hushed voices.
"H-hello..." I say. Not much of a greeting, but I was hoping one of them would talk to me. The one with dark brown hair looked at me, and gave me a weak smile.
"Hey..." she greeted back. She scanned me up and down.
"You're pretty well dressed for a slave," she says, gesturing towards her torn, skin-tight dress. I shiver at the thought of having to wear something like that.
"Um... this is my first time being a... slave..." I respond, the word 'slave' now registering in my brain. I was a slave. I've heard many horrible stories of slaves who were abused by their masters. Oh god. What have I gotten into?!
"Ah... I see," she nods solemnly. "You're going to have a rough time," she warns me. I feel a horrible feeling in my gut, but I ignore it.
"Not looking forward to it..." I sigh. Suddenly, the vehicle comes to a stop. The door to our compartment opened, and the men who were in the alleyway with me dragged us all out. One of the men threw me a revealing dress that I was forced to change into. Damn it. Luck really isn't on my side today. I walked back into the compartment, changed within seconds, and jumped out of the wagon-like vehicle.
They tied ropes on our arms, and forced us to walk. We were lead to the middle of a crowd. Then, our arms were tied to a wooden pole, and so were our feet. What the hell was happening?
People walked by, observing us. Wait a minute... Were we being sold at a market? Reality then hit me. Really hard.
"I- please, let me go! I don't want to be here!" I yell, struggling in the ropes. A stranger comes up to me and slaps me straight across the face. It hurt like hell. I refused to show it, though.
"Someone better tame this one over hear," he clicked his tongue in disapproval. He looked like he was in his thirties, and he had brown hair. I shiver under his gaze. He specifically eyed my chest. "Such a shame, she's quite a beauty," he adds, walking away. One of the men who was selling us walked over to me, and looked like he was very upset with me. A sadistic smile appeared on his face as he raised his hand...
"How much for the raven haired girl?" a man askes, holding the slave-selling psycho's arm in order to prevent him from hurting me. He had spiky blonde hair, and looked only a year or two older than me. He narrowed his eyes at the man.
"2000 dollars," the man replies, smirking. He obviously didn't want me bought. The blonde man shot back a smirk of his own, however, as he handed over 2000 dollars to psycho-man.
"There you go, I'll be taking the girl now," he says, untying the ropes by my feet and then my hands. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. I was about to walk by his side, but he surprised me by sweeping me off my feet.
"Wh-what are you doing?!" I shriek in embarrassment. He shrugs nonchalantly.
"I bought you, so I can do whatever I want with you now," he replies. He suddenly gets so close to my ear that I could feel his warm breath on it. "Also, isn't it quite uncomfortable to walk in such an exposing dress?" he whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I blush a dark shade of red, as he opens a limo door and gently places me down into the fancy car. He takes a seat right next to me. I give him a look of confusion.
"Why are we inside a limo?" I ask, frowning. He laughs.
"My grandfather is the owner of Walker Corps," he explains. I choke on my spit.
"I'm sorry, I think I misheard you," I say between coughs. "I thought you said Walker Corps for a second there," I laugh. He looks at me, his eyes dead serious.
"I did say that," he confirms, an amused glint in his eye. I stare at him, wide-eyed. I was going to be working for the owner of the Walker Corps's grandson?!
"We're here, Master Usui," the driver announces. Usui, apparently his name is, opens the door and walks out of the limo, and holds it open, waiting for me to come out. I slide out of the limo, and follow Usui into the hou- WHAT THE HELL? This was no house. It looked like a freaking castle! I stand there, my jaw slightly open in shock.
"You never told me you were a prince!" I yell accusingly. He chuckles, running a hand through his hair.
"Now now, I know I'm handsome, but a prince...?" he teases. I blush, puffing out a cheek in anger.
"I meant the castle, you moron!" I fume, before realizing where I was. I was a slave now, and he was my master. "I-I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," I stammer, recalling the stories about slaves being abused. He seems to sense my fear and doesn't tease me about it. Instead, he completely ignores my rude remark and apology.
"It's actually one of my smaller mansions," he shrugs, gesturing for me to come inside. I trail behind him silently into the mansion.
"Ah, dear brother, welcome home," I hear someone greet. Dear brother...? Usui had a brother? "I see you've brought someone with you," he observed, looking at my appearance. "Slave?" he guesses. Usui nods in confirmation, walking to the kitchen. I follow him, not quite knowing what to do. "Don't we have enough maids and such?" his brother asks from the other room.
"Whatever," Usui mutters. He takes a seat at a large dining table. I take a seat across from him. He clears his throat. "So, tell me a little bit about yourself," he instructs. I shift a bit in my chair.
"Uhm, my name is Misaki Ayuzawa," I introduce myself. "I'm 16 years old..." I end awkwardly. He looks at me, his eyes full of amusement. I avert my gaze. I can hear him cough to stifle a laugh. Bastard.
"How did you become a slave?" he asks. "If that isn't too personal, of course," he adds. I shake my head.
"First time slave," I answer. He looks up at me.
"Oh? Really?" he asks. I nod. "How'd you get swept into doing such a job?" he pries further. I frown.
"It's a long story," I sigh. "Basically, my father decided to bet on me, and he lost, so here I am..." I explain in the simplest way possible. He nods his head.
"I'm sorry to hear that," he responds to my story, though there's barely a trance of sympathy in his voice. I roll my eyes.
"Anywhere would be better than living with him, so don't feel bad," I assure him, standing up, and trying to walk upstairs. Keyword, trying to. My short dress got caught in God knows what, and as I tried to walk away, I tripped and fell flat on my face, tearing a huge chunk of the dress off.
"Ayuzawa!" he calls, checking to see if I'm hurt.
"I'm fine," I moan, getting up. Suddenly, I look down and realize the loss of fabric. You could see my underwear! And it's not like the men gave us much to wear. Everything was very revealing, including the underwear. I stare in horror at the tear, my face turning a very dark shade of red. Usui laughed a bit at my stupefied expression.
"Satsuki! Honoka!" he calls. In a matter of seconds, two maids dashed over to the kitchen.
"Yes, Master?" a maid with peach hair chirps.
"Please get her dressed in something more... modest," he instructs. Both the maids nod, before guiding me upstairs, and into a fully furnished room.
"This will be your new room," the maid with dark purple hair told me. I nod. It was such a beautiful, luxurious room. "Oh, by the way, I'm Satsuki! I'm the head maid around here," she introduced. "But you can call me Sat-chan, Suki-chan, or any other cute nickname if you'd like!" she cheers, a wide smile on her face. I swore I could see little flowers around her for a second or two.
"And I'm Honoka," the maid with peach hair introduced. "Don't be a nuisance around here, okay?" she warned with a sweet giggle. She seemed surprised when I gave a laugh of my own.
"I'm Misaki," I introduce. "I hope we can all get along!" I grin. Honoka's expression softens, and Satsuki starts squealing.
"I like her already!" Satsuki declared, the flowers beginning to bloom around her once again.
"Ah, about the dress..." I say, awkwardly remembering that they could see my underwear. Satsuki and Honoka both nod.
"Yes yes, of course... let's see..." Satsuki mutters, digging through my closet, and Honoka searching in cabinets.