Haruhi sat blind folded on the wooden chair, her hands tied to the back and her ankles were strapped to the legs of the chair. A gag was in her mouth so she could make no sounds, or utter any cries. She felt helpless and frightened. Where was she and why did the men think to take her what would they gain from taking a high school girl?
She gasped silently and started when a small thought hit her. Could they really be after…no…they couldn't be…could they?
She heard the door open in the small room, the man that entered carried a candle and Haruhi could see their shadows just beyond the cloth that covered her eyes. "Well boss, here she is," the man said, his voice was deep and guttural. He was bald and had a thin pencil mustache. He wore glasses over his blue eyes and a strapping suit.
"Well, this one certainly is a beauty, she will fetch quite a fine price," replied the other man, he was older than the first and had graying hair that was parted perfectly on top of his head. He too wore a suit and several wrinkles decorating his face. His eyes were silver and had very bushy eyebrows that matched the color of his hair. "I think we should take her back to the office, and set her up to begin almost immediately."
"Should we put her through the course as well?" asked the first man.
"Yes, but only to an extent, I don't want her in training for too long," replied the second.
"Yes sir," said the first with a respectful salute. He turned and left the room, leaving the older man alone with Haruhi who had a bead of sweat dripping down her forehead. What training? Work? What the hell was going on?
The man walked up to Haruhi and pressed his lips to her ear with a smirk, "You'll be my finest yet," he whispered softly, "Enjoy being my latest showgirl." Haruhi gasped softly, he pulled away, and let out a triumphant laugh, "With a few perks on the side of course, if you get my drift," he winked and left laughing boisterously.
What the hell did he mean? What is he going to do to me?! Haruhi thought fearfully to herself. Somebody get me the hell out of here!
Haruhi soon found frightened tears soaking the blindfold. But within moments the door opened again and two different men came in and untied her hands and legs from the chair but kept her hands bound together as they escorted her out of the room.
They didn't remove the gag or the blindfold as they forced her into a van and sped off. They went quickly through the town and Haruhi found her panic rising with each spin of the tire.
But they stopped at a red light and Haruhi could hear the familiar voices outside. They were at the stop light by Ouran.
"Haruhi!" Tamaki was yelling. Haruhi felt hopeless tears now falling down her face as she struggled against the bonds on her wrists.
"Senpai!" she tried to yell through her gag, but it was hopeless. Her words were muffled and silenced. She was slapped hard in the face by one of the passengers.
"Shut the hell up kid," he spat.
"Dude, you know boss will throw a fit if you damage anything he intends to sell," said one of the others.
"Yeah, but we don't need her trying to get people's attention while we're transporting her. That'll get us caught and the possession lost. Then the boss will have our asses for sure."
They continued driving again and Haruhi began to sob. Each pathetic sob was muffled however by the gag still over her mouth.
15 minutes later Haruhi was taken out of the van and into a large building, then into the elevator and to the bottom floor, the basement.
As she was placed against the wall in her chair, when the blind fold was removed she was looking up into the pockmarked face of a man with long, greasy black hair and eyes so black they were practically black. She let out a small whimper and shivered against the chair as she tried to inconspicuously fight against the rope binding her, it only ended up in the hot sensation of rope burn on her wrists.
She winced and the guy began to laugh, "She's prettier than I thought," he laughed loudly, "Think I should test out the merchandise you boys brought me before I make any decisions though," he smirked darkly and he knelt down to untie one of her legs, once it was free she let it swing and it caught the guy in the chin. He let out a loud swear before slapping her hard across the face, "Ungrateful bitch!" he scolded before slapping her again. She let out a cry of pain each time as her face began to sear with pain.
He pulled out a lighter and lit it up and placed it against his ring on his index finger. "Looks like I need to prove to her who owns her."
She began to struggle harder as he got closer to her again, he held her leg against the floor with his steel toed boots, making sure it dug into her skin. She winced as he moved the hair away from the nape of her neck and pressed the red hot ring against her flesh. Her scream was muffled by the gag and she began to struggle, he held her fast by her hair however. Tears began to form in her eyes and fall to the ground as the sickly scent of burning flesh assaulted her sense of scent.
The man then released her and she sat there for a while, shaking and sobbing in pain. He smirked and grabbed her hair again, pulling her head back so he was looking her in the eyes. Her tear stained face was shining beneath the single luminescent bulb that lit the room dimly. She swallowed hard before he removed the gag, she coughed once before looking up at him, "What do you want!" she snapped, despite the pain and fear she wanted to stand strong. Even after the tears that she had shed.
"You really think you are in any position to try and order me to respond to you?" he laughed loudly before slapping her again. She glared at him after she let out a cry of pain. "Listen here you little slut, you belong to me now, you are going to be sold tonight in the Flesh Fetish Auction," he sneered, "You will still be mine, trust me on that, I'm temporarily renting you out."
"Renting me out? What for? What could I possibly be used for?"
He began to laugh loudly, "Jesus you're naïve!" he said before placing the heel of his boot between her legs, the leather pinched the skin on her thighs and she winced as he pushed it down harder. She began to blush lightly and struggle. "You'll find out the hard way I guess, but I think I should still have a first round."
He grabbed her hair and went to untie her, "Whoa dude! Pay up first, then you can have her!" one of the other guys in the room said angrily. She hadn't even noticed them in the room and she then looked to see them. There were three guys, one in a sweat shirt and faded jeans, he had messy facial hair and his eyes were wild and dark, bags under his eyes and he was extremely skinny, he looked like a drug user, the others seemed like replicas of him, but just in different clothes.
"Fine." The guy snapped before giving them a stack of money, "But I need to test out my merchandise, so you just better keep a watch for me."
They nodded and headed upstairs. Once they were out of the room the man untied the rope, once she was undone she went to make a break for it but he grabbed her waist and threw her onto the stone ground and then placed his boot on her chest, holding her there. "Stop your struggling, little girl, after this, you'll be a woman."
"Wh-What do you mean?" her innocence was shining through way too brightly.
At the obvious sound of a zipper she gasped as his jeans fell around him, he took his foot off of her in order to kneel down between her legs and he gave her a wicked grin. She whimpered as he pulled her dress up and eyed the underwear she wore. She blushed and began to frantically crawl away. He smirked and grabbed her hips and pulled her closer and tore the underwear off of her body with a pocket knife he pulled out of his pocket, he placed the sharp blade against her chin and stilled her struggles. Slowly she leaned back as he got closer to her face and placed th blade against her chin harder. She had tears tugging at the corners of her eyes.
Then she felt the unbearable pain and let out a cry, almost a scream, of pain that occurred from within her between her legs, as if something was tearing; she dug her nails into her own flesh to direct the pain elsewhere, maybe lessen it. After a while the pain went away as he was thrusting over and over again between her legs and he pressed a hand against her throat, holding her down and beginning to constrict her breathing.
She began to cry lightly, her squeaks were forced and strange to her own ears as he continued for several minutes, releasing her throat periodically so she didn't pass out on him. He laughed as he pulled out.
"Not bad, could be improved though." He said as he pulled his pants back up and then grabbed her and pulled her to her feet, "We need to get you some proper attire however, that's not revealing enough."
He grabbed the rope and tied her wrists behind her back and then the blindfold was over her eyes again as he led her upstairs. Then out to a car; once there someone was driving and he was taking her somewhere outside of her knowledge. After a while he took her out of the car and they took a small walk, then through doors and up several flights of stairs. Finally he took off the blindfold and she found two girls looking her up and down. They both had faces that were covered heavily in makeup and wearing awfully short kimonos that showed their upper thighs. "Aw, she's so cute, don't worry, we'll take care of this!"
Within seconds Haruhi was swept away behind a curtain, in the small room was the smallest clothing she'd ever seen. Haruhi swallowed and the girls ripped off the clothes she was wearing, and then she was forced into the small clothing. A tank top mid drift that was almost like a sports bra, and the mini skirt was almost as short as the kimonos the girls wore. They placed a pair of thigh high heels on her feet. Then they took her back into the main room and began to plaster her face with the pasty feeling of makeup and she began to feel like a coloring book.
She was so confused and soon, she was out of the room, the man had forgotten to replace the blindfold back over her eyes and she was back in the car, which turned out to be a limousine. The man must have been someone very important. It was growing darker still; it must have been a couple days or so since she'd been taken. They stopped outside of a large warehouse and she felt a sudden sting on her face as one of her captors slapped her before reapplying the blindfold to her face.
She was pushed out of the car and she stumbled and fell onto the hard concrete. As she slowly began to stand up, her knees sore from the fall, she felt someone grab her upper arm and she was forcefully pulled up and forward. She stumbled as she tried to keep from falling over again. her foot hit something solid, probably a set of stairs. She fell over again and the guy punched her in the face.
"Quit being such a klutz you damn slut, get on your feet and move!"
He forced her back up and she tried to keep up, stumbling repetitively from hitting the stairs. When they finally hit the next landing she heard a door open, she was pulled through before it was slammed shut.
He let her go and she stood, unsure of what to do, "Put her in this, I don't want the marks to be shown."
"What marks?"
"These ones."
She felt a sudden pain on her upper arm and she cried out, jumping away and falling over onto her butt. She raised her hand in front of her face as more pain was hitting her. It felt like she was being whipped with fire as soon she felt warm liquid dripping from the sore areas. Blood.
She winced before it was done and sat, trying hard not to cry, she was terrified, she wanted to be at home in her father's arms, she wanted to be safe again.
She felt the clothes ripped from her body and she quickly tried to hide her exposed skin. Soon her wounds were being touched by a cold substance that made them sting, then she felt like a doll as they tried to stuff her into what seemed to be a dress.
Then she heard the sound metal creaking and she was pushed forward, she tripped over something and hit her head against something hard. She touched where her now throbbing head had hit, it was a bar, and next to it was another bar. The sound of metal creaking behind her again alerted her…she was in a cage!
And a bird cage from how it seemed to be domed. She grabbed the bars and began to shake them, "Let me out of here!" her voice shaking with defiance; she knew she stood no chance.
The sound of electricity crackled and she felt a stab hit her, "No don't use that, she's about to go on and I don't want them to see the marks."
"Sorry boss."
The cage began to feel uneven as it shook beneath her, she clung to the bars, hopeful to keep herself upright.
After awhile the cage shook a little bit as it found balance again, now there were voices murmuring around her and she swallowed hard. Her hands were shaking and she balled them into fists as she pushed her back against the bar wall even more, the bars now digging into her skin. She wanted to cry, she wanted to hide; she didn't know what to do anymore though. She wrapped her arms around her legs and curled into a ball and just shook.
Soon a voice near her spoke out, "Lot 756, this young lady would be a wonderful addition for any man's party, the bidding will start at 5,000."
They went on, the numbers getting higher and higher, Haruhi continued to shake in the cage, suddenly though everything temporarily stopped, silence…then screaming.
Haruhi fell onto her side and clutched her head, what was going on?!