Hay this it's me. I must warn you this story is pretty graphic at some points. Especially this chapter. I might move it up to M depending on your opinions. Tell me what you think. Read and review. Oh, and hopefully the chapters will get longer.

Annabel's pov.

Two years ago

I felt the whip come down on my back once more making a painful snap and most definitely leaving a mark. I let a muffled scream into my gag, twisting in agony only to have the cuffs on my wrist that were keeping me on the bed dig farther into my wrist and ankles. I had no clue where I was. All I knew was that it hurt. Every one of my senses was on fire. It was hard to breath and I couldn't see anything because of the blindfold. I knew I was on a bed, I could feel the mattress and sheets underneath me. I heard the thunk of the whip hitting the ground after being dropped, and was foolish enough to let myself believe that it was over.

The worst part wasn't what came next. The rough hands, the men, the blood, none of that even compared to what came when it was all over with.

After the last man left it was absolutely quiet in the room except for my soft sobs. I was clenching the sheets tight almost as if the harder I held them the less I would hurt. It's no surprise that when I heard clapping I startled. It was loud and echoed off the walls. I heard footsteps walking closer and closer to me till I could tell the person, whoever they were, was standing buy my side. A soft breath came to my ear before his horrid voice reached it.

"You did well Annabel." He said sweetly in a voice I'm assuming was supposed to be seductive. "You're so beautiful I wish I could have you all to myself." I felt the bed sink down next to me, keying that he now was seated there. I jumped as his cold hand touched my bare back. Stroking me from in between my shoulder blades down to the nape of my back and back up in a continuing process, he continued. "You really are just like a doll. You're fourteen yet you give off the presence of a child. It's adorable."

There was a pause and I heard shifting before I felt his hand grab my blind fold. His fingers briefly touched my eyebrows before he pulled it off and a blinding light entered my vision making me close my eyes again and conclude in squinting.

He continued in what he was saying as he rolled my body, too weak to fight back, so that I was facing the celling exposing my whole front side to him. "Annabel… that name doesn't really suit you. Especially with you being half Japanese it just doesn't go with your face." I could see his face clearly; his five o'clock shadow, dirty blond hair that was buzzed, his long nose and the goofy smile that graced his lips. But the ling that scared me most, the thing I would never learn to forget were his piercing purple eyes. "I think a Japanese name would be best. Only problem is that I don't know any Japanese." He got a thoughtful expression on his face before an idea seemed to spark his mind. "Ah, yes. You're Japanese; therefore you must know at least some Japanese. Tell me, what is the word for princess."

He leaned over me, to remove the gag that was placed in my mouth. As soon as it was gone I started to cough and made the mistake of trying to bite his hand that lingered on my cheek. Before I was able to bite him he brought his hand back and slapped me across the face snapping my head to the side. My eyes started to droop from the impact and I noticed a red liquid a few inches from my face.

"Eh, eh, eh. Don't get cocky 'cause I'm talking to you instead of touching you. Now I'll give you one last chance. How do you say princess in Japanese?" He scolded his eyes now narrowed.

I didn't have a choice but to tell him. It was only a word after all. I could always lie and make him look like a fool but that would just come back to hurt me in the end. I could just tell him I don't know. Yes, that's what I'll do.

"I-I…" I stuttered. My voice came out as no more than a whispered rasp from screaming and crying. It hurt to make any sound.

"Yes? What is it darling?" He asked in a sweat fatherly voice.

"I… don't know Japanese." I rasped out. Tears still stuck to my checks.

It seems that was the wrong answer because next thing I knew he was above me pinning my already restricted arms and legs to the bed with his. His purple eyes seamed to darken a shade and his face was a mean scowl.

What he said next was truly most frightening. It wasn't the word per say, but the town of his voice. Staring out as a low growl and ending in a monstrous roar.

"Don't lie to me bitch. I have records on you. I know you live in Japan for two years! WHO HELL DO YOU THINK I AM! IN HERE I'M YOUR LIFE! IF I WANT YOU DEAD YOU DIE! NOW TELL ME DAME IT!" When I didn't answer he slapped me again tossing my head to the other side. I kept my eyes closed. "What. Is. The. Name?"

I felt my consciousness starting to drift away. I took a deep breath before responding to him. "Hime." I whispered.

Before I was completely succumbed to the darkness I managed to crack an eye open. If I wasn't already on the edge of unconsciousness I would be after what met my vision. In the corner of the room with a red light blinking signaling it was on was a handheld camquarter atop a tripod taping everything.

"Hime. I like that name. It'll be popular with our viewers." Was the last word I heard before everything went black.