AN: Hello everyone! I'm back (and still alive :3) and I had this idea which wouldn't let me have peace with myself. So I decided to work this out even though I usually don't write stuff like this.

WARNING: It's don't like don't read. There are a few VERY GRAPHIC SCENES and there is also SEXUAL ABUSE. This chapter also includes these things in the first part, so don't tell me that I haven't warned you!

Anyway, let's start shall we? At least, if I haven't scared you away yet that is. O3o

(Please enjoy sounds so wrong in this context… -.-')

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach!

Edited on 8-8-2013

Just a change of a few details. :3

It was a silent and bright night with a few white clouds which were gracing the sky. A raven haired beauty was just enjoying it from a balcony which was connected to her room. She silently prayed that he would leave her alone tonight, but she had an awful gut feeling telling her otherwise. 'One should not lose hope, right?' She thought to herself.

She let her eyes stray away from the moon which was set high in the sky by now. She looked at her bed and decided to turn in early today so she might be asleep if he would decide to bug her.

She tried to move to her bed as silently as possible. And when she reached it, she looked at her sleeping gown for the night. It was white, just as usual. And she knew that she would just wear it once because it would be ruined quite soon anyway. He would rip it apart, just like every other night.

She slid out of her lavender kimono and she looked at her own legs and belly. Her skin was all covered with bruises and scars. She hadn't looked at herself in a mirror for a long time now. She was afraid to look at herself and not recognize who the person was.

She sighed silently and put on her night gown before she folded her kimono neatly. She put the small bundle on the chair next to her bed.

She was about to turn in and moved the covers when the door of her room was thrown open. She looked up with wide eyes and cursed herself for believing that she had been safe tonight.

He had roughly pushed her onto the bed before she could even protest or struggle. She didn't even know what had exactly happened until the moment she felt her own back hitting the bed. She tried to struggle and hoped that she could at least slap him, but she found her arms being pinned above her head with one of his hands.

Tears started to form in her eyes slowly. When she felt that her night gown has been ripped off already, she started to plead mentally that something would happen which would make him stop this… this disgusting act.

She felt him sucking her throat and she could immediately tell that he had broken her skin already.

She looked up at the face that she had learned to know. The face she had loved to see before she turned fifteen. His blue-gray eyes were filled with lust and his shoulder length brown hair which was touching her face made her feel disgusted with herself. 'How the hell are you supposed to be my Dad?' She silently accused him of not being her Dad, but she knew deep in her heart that she was his daughter. Whether she liked it or not, she had to live with it anyway. 'How could you do this to me?' She cried out in despair mentally. She knew that her thoughts would only amuse him and encourage him to shatter her even more. She would not allow such things anymore. She had promised herself.

She had been so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed that the man had let her go for a second to undress himself. He felt good when he saw how she wasn't even aware of what he was doing.

After he had taken off his clothes, he swung himself above her again. Then he moved her panties aside a little bit, revealing her center so he could slide in easily. He positioned himself and he nudged the tip of his cock into her.

He grinned wickedly when he saw that she wasn't even reacting to that. And then he slammed in as hard as he could without preparing her.

She felt her eyes widen and she bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming. 'It hurts… like all those other times.' That was the only thought on her mind while the man moaned out her name all the time. "Rukia… oh yes, Rukia." He moaned near her ear while he started to trust faster into her. She could feel warm liquid between her legs and she could feel warmth vaguely on her back. She didn't have to look. She knew that it was her blood.

He let his right hand roam around her body while his left hand squeezed her breasts so now and then. Rukia felt his touches everywhere on her body and felt even more disgusted. Not only did she felt disgusted, but she also felt filthy. And she was sure that she wouldn't be able to feel a little bit cleaner after she had taken thousands showers.

She started to feel tired out of the sudden. She had enough of this all.

Her body was always covered with bruises and scars from the abuse of her Dad. Rukia tried to ignore the pain in her abdomen, but she couldn't help the fact that she started to feel numb now. She felt the temptation of closing her eyes. She just wanted to forget everything. But she also knew what the consequences were. He would punish her if she closed her eyes. He would even hurt her if she resisted or made any noise to start with. The list of what she was not supposed to do was almost endless.

At first, she had tried to struggle. She also tried to play as a lifeless doll, she had untied herself from the bedposts and hurt herself in the whole process and she had even tried to block the door by placing her bed in front of it. But nothing had helped. He somehow always found a way to hurt her again. He climbed through the window, placed another door in her room and hurt her so much that she had to react.

And through the hard two and a half year, she had learned that she would be able to escape this hell at her eighteenth birthday. And that was the reason that she kept going. Just the mere thought of an escape to a safe place was enough.

And even with that thought, she couldn't help but feel helpless so now and then.

She was just way too weak and she couldn't do anything to get herself close to running away. If she was only eighteen already, then she could close this chapter from her life. Then she could also report her Dad so he can't hurt anyone else anymore. So he would be punished for what he had done to her. She wanted him to be punished because he had broken her.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when she suddenly heard the man above her groan. Soon she felt the warmth entering her abdomen and she shuddered in disgust.

She shouldn't be happy with this, but at the moment she was really glad that she had anorexia. It meant that she didn't have enough energy to start the monthly cycle of being a woman. She closed her eyes and smiled sadly while she wondered if she would ever be able to give birth to a child with someone she would love…

The man suddenly noticed that she had her eyes closed and without a second thought he just slapped her in her face. And he smirked when he saw her purple eyes wide open again. Which made him feel even more satisfied was the fact that he could tell that she was afraid and horror struck at the same time. "Rukia," He said while his smirk turned into a grin. "You know the punishment."

Rukia nodded weakly and willed her fingers to move so she could touch his face. Before she could even touch him though, her hand got slapped away by him.

She swallowed and wondered what was wrong. Usually he would be happy to catch her with her eyes closed. He would force her to touch him or he would make sure that he would be hard again so he could make her suffer more. Or even worse, he would throw her in his basement and torture her with sex toys.

The moment she realized the fact that he had an evil glint in his eyes, she had a gut feeling which told her that she wouldn't like this at all. "You are a whore Rukia. You have no other purpose than being a slave."

When Rukia heard the word 'slave' leave his mouth, she tried to slap him. She didn't care for the fact that she should be punished for that. She just refused to be a slave. And what made her even more nervous was the fact that he had actually never called her a whore or a slave. 'So why do you start out of the sudden, right now?' She thought bitterly.

He had grabbed both her arms before she could even touch him. He held both of her arms too tight on purpose. Rukia ignored the pain and tried to hold her tears in check. Somehow he had hit a sensitive spot within her by calling her those names.

"I have sold you Rukia." He stated simply while a wicked grin made its way to his face. "You were a worthless daughter and you shall be a slave for the rest of you pathetic life. No one will save you because no one would care about you." And somehow, even though she knew that he was lying to her, she had unconsciously embraced the words and accepted her fate.

He started to laugh when he saw that the girl could only look at him and he just slapped her once more. "Within three days, you shall leave this house. The person who has bought you will come and pick you up, so don't worry about that." Rukia could only look at him while he grabbed his clothes and left her alone with her thoughts. 'I feel so worthless…' And that's when she started to cry. She couldn't hold back anymore. She was just a broken soul, sold to a stranger and forced to be a slave now. Her life could not get worse than it already was.

Then she suddenly heard the door open again and she saw her Dad's head while a sadistic grin was on his face. "Oh, sorry, forgot to tell you that you were sold as a sex slave." Then he closed the door again and laughed loudly while he walked back to his own room. He loved to bring her despair and pain.

He just wanted her out the way before she was eighteen and could ask for a blood test. He knew that she wouldn't be able to get a blood test as a sex slave. No one cared about slaves in this cruel world. Especially not the sex slaves…

A girl with big brown eyes and a messy bun on top of her head was humming happily while she was cutting vegetables. She was preparing dinner for her soon to be husband and her grumpy best friend. She didn't know why her friend was so grumpy all the time, but she had bought him a present which would make him happy. She was sure about it and she couldn't wait till the day she could gave him the present.

Suddenly, arms were wrapped around her waists from behind. She didn't look up and simply giggled a little bit. "Hello Aizen-sama!" She said cheerfully. "How was your day?"

She then felt his lips on her neck and she shivered because of the contact. 'How could such a simple touch turn me on?' She asked herself. She then shook her head and stopped wit what she was doing to face him. "You do realize that I was cutting the vegetables, don't you?" He just smiled and he tightens his grip around her. "Yes, I do know that." She would swear that he was doing this on purpose. "But you should remember the fact that you have to call me Sousuke, Momo."

She shrugged and continued with what she was doing. Quite soon, she started to hum softly again. Aizen let her go and moved to the kitchen table so he could still stare at her while she prepared the dinner for tonight. He didn't want to hurt her right now. He didn't want a speech from her best friend anymore after all.

After she was done, she placed a few dishes on the table and faced her boyfriend with a smile. Aizen immediately noticed that the smile was brighter than usual. "I've gotten Shiro-chan a kind of apology present to cheer him up!" She announced happily.

Aizen arched an eyebrow at this. "What have you bought for him this time Momo?" He asked while he remembered the teddy bears, the sweets and the flowers.

He knew that her best friend didn't like any of them. He wondered what the silly thought behind this present was.

Momo smiled happily, knowing that he was paying attention to her. "I've bought a… well, a girl."

He took a few seconds to realize what she had actually told him. 'What would Shiro-chan do with a girl who is not Momo?' He thought to himself while he started to laugh. Momo pouted and playfully slapped his arm. "Don't laugh at me!"

He stopped and looked at her with a soft smile. "Don't worry, Momo, your secret is safe with me. When will she arrive here?" He asked while he wondered what he could do to make Toshirou's life even more miserable than it already was. Somehow Aizen just couldn't help but hate him.

"In three days," Momo replied while she heard the front door open and close again. "Right before the preparations for the ceremony I will return with her."

Aizen nodded, understanding that she was going to pick her up.

"Well then, let's start eating." Aizen said while he saw a white haired guy enter the room. He had an idea to make his life even more miserable. He laughed silently to himself. The girl wouldn't know what had hit her and he would just give Toshirou the blame of this all.

He could absolutely not wait for the day of marriage between Momo and him.

He saw Momo greet Toshirou. He had wondered all along why Momo wanted to stay in the same house as Toshirou until the day she would marry someone. 'Probably because she had promised him that…'

But he knew that he was actually just stealing the girl of Toshirou's dreams, right before his own eyes. Actually that was why he had set his eyes on her on the first place. He vaguely wondered if Toshirou knew why Momo came home bruised and all covered in blood after she had visited his house for the first time. 'Probably not…' He thought while he saw Momo and Toshirou taking their seats at the table.

Toshirou had never confronted him about it and he doubted that Momo had told him anyway.

They started to eat. And through the whole dinner, Aizen kept looking at Momo and Toshirou from the corners from his eyes. He smiled while he knew that the day of Momo's marriage would be a very long day for the white haired man while. And it would be a very long night for Momo…

Well, that was the first chapter. :)

I hope I get to update soon again, but I can't say that for sure. So please be patient with me.

Thanks for reading and have a blessed time. Oh, and by the way, a (late, I know) happy new year! x3

-Denidene