AN: Hey everyone! This is the first chapter of my first Fan Fiction story, "Bind by Destiny, Tortured by Fate". Please leave me reviews to let me know what you think! Thank you you! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"That Kyo out-bided everyone again today. He bought you for a week with $8 million. I don't get it Kisa. What's so special about you? Why would someone spend so much just to have you? You are nothing more than a piece of property. You are a worthless slave to me, but to others you are a precious diamond. Ha! How foolish of them to see you as something precious. How stupid of them to see a worthless tramp like you as something worth their time and money. This Kyo is a FOOL!" I heard him say as he circled around me in that dark room.

"You made me this way," I murmured suddenly.

"Hmm? What did you just say?" he asked suspiciously.

"Nothing, Master," I forced myself to say.

"I thought so. Like I was saying, that Kyo is a fool. He is wasting all this---" he said.

"Shut up," I interrupted.

"What?" he asked. I felt his body stop right in front of me.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled angrily, but I didn't why I did.

"WHY YOU LITTLE---" he yelled angrily as he slapped me with all of his strength.

I fell to the ground. An unbearable pain spread all over my right cheek. Instantly I felt tiny streams of tears making their way down my now numb face. It hurt, those words, they hurt. For some reason, when Master insulted Kyo, something inside of me forced me to speak up. I should've known better, and yet I still did it. Kyo has become a very important person to over the last two years. He was the one that took me out of that…that hell.

"HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT ME, YOU WORTHLESS SLAVE!" he continued yelling angrily.

I just sat on the ground quietly for I knew I would make matters worse if I spoke.

"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? AFTER ALL I'VE GIVEN YOU! I ALLOWED YOU TO LIVE IN MY MANSION, USE MY SERVANTS, AND I'VE EVEN ALLOWED YOU TO GO A LUXURIOUS PRIVATE SCHOOL.YOU WOULD'VE NEVER HAD WHAT YOU HAVE TODAY IF IT WASN'T FOR ME! AND THIS IS WHAT I GET IN RETURN! YOU UNGRATEFUL BI---" he continued yelling.

Before he was able to finish, he has grabbed my by my arm and swung me across the room. I slammed against a drawer-like object that was between the wall and me. My body became paralyzed by an intense pain. To make matters worse, glass from a vase originally on top of that drawer-like object had scratched and cut my arm. I felt my blood streaming from my wounds onto my legs but of course I couldn't see them in that pitch dark room. I was in pain, but I didn't say a word. I only cried silently.

Then, I felt Master walk up to me. He lifted me off the ground and helped me stand up.

"Go. Leave me alone. I don't want to be in the same room as you," he said very calmly.

I stood there in front of him with what's left of my strength. I was tired, injured, and yet I didn't leave immediately.

Instead, I stood there and said, "I never asked for any of the things that you've given me. I am willing to give up all of those things just to have our lives then back. I didn't want this. I didn't want any of it. If I had a choice I would've rather been with the other slaves living in one room, doing harsh labor than this! I HATE YOU AND WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME! YOU MADE ME A TRAMP! YOU FORCED ME INTO THIS HELL! I HATE YOU!"

After what I said, I expected him to hit me again. Even though I knew what was coming I did not budge. To my surprise, he did not hit me. Instead, I felt his body retreating to the other side of the room. I stood there pretty shocked. Until he spoke again.

"Go. I don't want you here," he said softly.

At this, I headed for the exit. I searched around the area by the door for a few seconds before I was able to find the door knob. I opened the door that led to a dark hallway and exited. Afterward, I headed back to my room. I sat on the ground by my bed carefully examining my wounds. By the time I left that dark room, my arms were dyed red by my blood. However, by this time the pain had become less intense. I search my room for my first aid kit, but it was nowhere to be found. Helpless and weak, I sat on the ground with my back against one side of my bed unable to move.

"I wish someone would come to my rescue. If..if only Kyo…was her--," I thought to myself as I slowly became unconscious.

By the time I woke up, my wounds were all bandaged up and I was on my bed. I got up slowly and examined the room. Then I saw Mrs. Hamasaki on the couch by the window.

"Mrs. Hamasaki?" I said softly. This woke her up.

"Ah! Tohru dear, how do you feel?" she asked caringly.

I sat up completely now and replied, "I'm feeling better. Why are you here?"

"To care for you of course!" she said joyously.

I looked down at my now bandaged arms, and asked, "You helped me?"

"Of course! You were in terrible condition Tohru. Luckily, I was able to attend you wounds in time before an infection happened," she answered cheerfully.

"But how did you know?" I asked curiously.

"Hmm. Let's just say that my womanly instincts called to me," she answered.

I didn't believe her, but I pretended to anyway. "Oh. Thank you Mrs. Hamasaki," I replied gratefully.

"No problem dear. Now, just rest here and you'll feel all better in the morning!" she said with a big smile on her face.

I smiled back and said happily, "You are always there for me at the right times."

"That's what I do best. So whenever you need me, feel free to call!" she said with that same smile on her face, "Ok now, Tohru, you rest here. I have some matters to attend to. I will come back in the morning to check on you."

I smiled gratefully at her as she exited. Mrs. Hamasaki is the mansion's manager. She keeps track of everything that goes on in the mansion. Although she is already 50 years old, she's still very energetic and joyous. I've known her for almost ten years. We met when I was only about five years old. I still remember how we met. I was with Master when Master's father introduced her to us when we were still friends. Master and I…

Suddenly the room door opened and Mrs. Hamasaki's head peaked in. "Tohru, I almost forgot. Although I don't want you to go, I feel that I should at least ask you," she said.

"Hmm? Yes, Mrs. Hamasaki?" I replied confused.

"You were supposed to be sent to Master Kyo tonight. Are you intending to go?" she asked.

After everything that has happened tonight, I completely forgot about Kyo. I looked down at my bandaged arms and then back up at Mrs. Hamasaki.

"No. Mrs. Hamasaki, can you send him a message and tell him that I am sick tonight?" I replied.

"Of course, Tohru dear. Good night now," she answered as she headed out again.

I have completely forgotten. I glanced down at the clock beside my bed on the side table. It read 3:48 am. He's probably still waiting for me. Or worse, worrying. I felt really bad for making him worry. To be honest, I really wanted to go see him, but I didn't want him to see me like this. I rather have him worry and not knowing what really happened than have him know and worry even more. Kyo is a lot like the type of person Master use to be. He too worried a lot. All of a sudden, I had flashbacks to my childhood years when Master was still the kind, quiet, and shy boy that was my one and only friend…