(A/N: Hello people! This is my update! And it's about time, stupid life :) Anyways, this is Eisuke's path now, so enjoy ^-^)
**Episode One**
Suddenly Mr Ichinomiya reaches forward and grabs me by the waist, tossing me over his shoulder. Without a word, he starts up the stairs and I can hear the others muttering behind him. Ota's voice sounds pained, "The boss always claims the best things." He sounds like he's scowling, but I don't exactly hear him running up here to save me. Or maybe he just doesn't want a bullet in his brain. Baba's voice is much quieter, and I can't make out what he's saying, but there's an undertone of sadness to it, and I don't think it's on Ota's behalf.
I don't have much time to contemplate this interesting idea, as I'm tossed down onto the bed, and Mr Ichinomiya stands above me, silent and unsmiling. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I yell at him, and he stares coldly at me as the corner of his lips curl into a terrifying scowl. "You're not supposed to speak without permission." As I fight back trembling, and glower at him, my mind takes me back yet again to when I'd first been bought, and he'd said the same thing then. Mustering up every ounce of courage inside me, I retort fiercely, "I'm not going to bow down to you, Eisuke."
I don't know if it's the words themselves that cause his scowl to turn into a frown of utter disbelief that makes my blood run cold, or if it's the fact I called him by his first name. Either way, this is not going to end well. The agonisingly sharp pain that sears through me as the I feel the impact of his palm colliding with my cheek, comes with such force that my head turns, and my skin begins to sting. A soft whimper escapes my throat, and as I look up, I see olive irises that haven't got even a hint of sympathy in them. Eisuke's hair falls over his eyes like Ota's does, but does nothing to lessen the cruel gaze. He continues speaking then as if I haven't even interjected. "You will only answer questions with yes and okay, do you understand?"
I swallow, breathing softly as I start to wonder if this is a nightmare, and I'll wake up in my bed beside Ota. I don't dare to close my eyes to find out, I simply reply in defeat with, "Yes." A smile flickers momentarily across his lips, and then the scowl returns. "Good. Now go and make me a coffee." I notice he doesn't give me any instruction on how he likes his coffee, am I just supposed to know? I have no idea if this requires an answer or not, so I just say, "Okay." Then go into what I assume to be the kitchen and hunt for coffee. When I find the jar, I'm a little stunned, this is seriously expensive coffee! I can recall seeing it in a shop with Sakiko, and the price tag was over £10! It claims to be completely natural and give a smooth taste, but there's nothing about them being against slavery, no Fairtrade stamp. The nasty thought darkens my mind that if it did support slavery, he'd have wanted to buy it more, and I quickly shake that off. Pull yourself together Tasha, it's just coffee. I silently scold myself, and then pick up the jar, struggling as I start to carry it to the counter where the kettle is, this thing weighs a tonne and the jar is glass, which doesn't help!
I seem to be reminiscing a lot today, and doing this, struggling with the heavy object reminds me of the box that sealed my fate. The day I got interrupted and dropped the Venus statue, causing me to be put in the auction in its place. I can feel the jar slipping from my fingers, and I place it on the counter hurriedly, as I go to grab a jug to fill the kettle, I don't realise how much of the jar base is off the edge of the counter, until it overbalances, and falls.
The soul-shattering echo resonates off the walls as the heavy jar smashes into the ground, spraying the tile floor with finely-ground coffee, and sharp fragments of glass skid away from the destruction, some stopping just near my feet.
I hear angry footsteps from the other side of the door, and I close my eyes, backing away as the sound of inevitable punishment gets closer, and closer. Suddenly, I feel an agonisingly sharp pain in my foot, and I can feel warm liquid trickling onto the tiles. I peek out and see my crimson blood staining the ground. I stepped on a shard of glass. Great, another thing I'll get scolded for.
My attention turns to the door as it swings open.
**To be continued…**
