A year. A whole damn year, she's been through this hell.

She remembers that day like it was yesterday. When that disgusting, perverted animal bought her. When they got to his house that same night he put her in a shed which Mikasa found was filled with other women that were much older than her, and they looked at her with pity because they knew what was going to happen to her. They were all here for the same reason she was, forced to serve as his slave and as someone who'd fulfill the lord's desires against their will. Just like her, the other women had stories to tell of how they ended up here. Some of them were sold to this man in her teen years simply because her family wasn't able to support her. Some were promised of a better life by an old boyfriend. And some, just like Mikasa, were here because of their race.

Their daily routine was simple. Every morning they'd wake up at the crack of dawn to do the yard work, then later on they had to clean the lord's household. When they were finished some had to cook dinner. Everything had to be spotless or else they wouldn't get anything to eat themselves, which was a rather cruel punishment, considering the fact that they were only fed once a day. There would be times where one of the servants wouldn't do their job correctly, and as a punishment they got the beating of a lifetime caused by the owner himself. Mikasa had experienced this as well, and she tried to fight back. But as a result she had received something far worse… This cruel, disgusting pig had taken the one piece of innocence she had left and ripped it away from her. The next morning she woke up and found herself on the middle of the floor of the shed that she and the other women were staying in, covered in bruises and she couldn't get up for the next few hours.

Today, about a year after she had arrived, she was still in the same shed, doing the same thing she did every day. Some of the women she had met before died of illness or starvation. 'Lucky them,' Mikasa thought. When was it going to be her turn? She wanted to go so badly. Every night she'd cry herself to sleep thinking, 'I want to wake up from this nightmare,'.

It was already nighttime, and everyone was asleep except for Mikasa. She was too busy listening to the sounds outside. The owner had just gotten home, but he wasn't alone. Apparently he went back to the Underground to purchase another girl.

"Hold still!" the owner yelled.

"No, let me go! Take me back to my father!" the girl yelled. She sounded rather young. By now, everyone in the little shed had woken up from the commotion coming from the outside.

"Your father is an old drunkard who sold you to buy more booze." The doors to the shed opened and everyone inside flopped down in an attempt to look like they were sleeping.

Mikasa cracked one eye open just in time to see the owner throw the little girl face first into the ground. As soon as the door shut, Mikasa instantly went to the girl aid and helped her up.

"Thank you."

Mikasa brushed the dirt off of the girl's face. "Do you have a name?"

The girl nodded. "Sophia," Her eyes started to well up with tears. "Is it true? Did my father really sell me," her voice cracked.

"I'm not sure," she shrugged, "That's something I can't tell you."

Sophia's face was now covered in tears. She started to sob. Mikasa gently grabbed her head and pushed it towards her shoulder which was now starting to get soaked.

Mikasa twisted her head to the left as she heard shuffling, which turned out to be one of the women she shared the shed with.

"That's it," she said, "I'm tired of sitting here and watching as innocent girls get their future ripped away from them. Mikasa, we're getting you and that girl out of here."