Hey all thanx for being so patient and thanx for all the reviews etc. Man i couldnt believe how much people were into it. Lol. Anyway sorry i couldnt update before this but the internet was being a bitch as usual. Im gonna try and upload all of the chapters about Roxas' past tonight for you guys so you'll just have to wait for Axel's response hee hee hee.

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I lived in a house... well no it wasn't a house really it was a mansion. There were a total of sixteen bedrooms in all; all of which were occupied and each had its private ensuite bathroom. There were three floors, a bathroom on each and my room was on the top floor. On the ground floor, there was a massive kitchen, an even bigger dining room, two living rooms, a study, a library a bathroom and a conference room. The second floor had eight bedrooms, a separate bathroom and a music room. The third floor had another eight bedrooms along with my own, another separate bathroom and a gym. Down in the basement, they kept wine and all other stuff and there was another door. I didn't know what was in there but I was always told never to go inside.

The basement was a scary place anyway and I hated it. It was full of spiders and rats that could eat fully grown dogs and stuff like that. And it was always so cold, so very cold down there.

In total there were seventeen people living in the house, eighteen including me. There was Tormon, Dexion, Malfort, Malachi and Malakie, Prex, Sid, Doman, Vextron, Razzer, Frextra and of course, Malex and Xeon who were guys. And Charlz, Max, Trixie and Felix who were girls. Malachi and Malakie were brothers.

My Master was Malex. He had long black hair and brown eyes, you just felt as though you were falling into a bottomless pit when you looked at him. For as long as I can remember I had stayed in Malex's room with him. We shared the same bed and everything but nothing sexual ever happened. I wasn't that way inclined to tell the truth, even though I knew most of the people I lived with were.

I can't remember any of the good times. I just remember when things started to turn sour. We were all sitting at the dinner table, all of them laughing and joking and I sat beside Malex. I never really socialised with them, they were all way too freaky to engage in conversation with, but I was always polite enough.

Malex had always told me that I was his boy, not as in a father way. He had apparently found me roaming the streets and had taken me in, put a roof over my head and food in my stomach. He put clothes on my back and shoes on my feet and I thought I had it good with him. He brought me what I needed, spoilt me a little here and there, looked after me and defended me and always made sure I was well clothed and fed.

I knew Malex could have a vicious temper but he had never shown that side to me and after I never remembered what happened to me before I was found by Malex. I was his companion, his bitch as he put it and I thought he meant it in the most affectionate way possible, I was grateful to have a man like Malex to look after me the way he did. Then things changed, almost overnight.

"Roxas boy pick up the plates and go wash up." I frowned at my Master's order. Why did I have to do the washing up? Isn't that what we had maids for? He stared at me and waited and I sighed and stood up, picking up everyone's plates and heading to the kitchen and washed up. I returned later and sat back in my chair.

"Quicker next time boy, and less fucking attitude." Malex told me and I frowned a little confused. Attitude? What was he prattling on about? I did the washing up didn't I?

I should have known from then on that my life would never be the same again. I was the appointed washing up boy from there onwards, and not just for dinner, for every meal anybody ever had. I'm sure they were timing it to perfection because as soon as I'd finished one set, another load would come in from someone else. I remember once I didn't leave the sink for the whole day; needless to say my hands were quite sore after that; being in boiling hot water with washing up liquid all day kind of does that to you.

So I was the little washer-woman, cleaning everyone's dishes and then pottering around my general business. I talked to the maids a lot because at least they were normal. We had some really long lengthy deep chats about everything. One thing I really wanted to know though was how these people knew each other and why were there so many of them in the house together? It was sheer ludicrous if you ask me. But no one ever did ask me, so it didn't really matter.

One day I headed up to my bedroom and found my Master lying on the bed, watching something on his T.V. I bowed my head.

"Sir." I whispered and he nodded and smiled at me. I walked towards the bed and kicked off my shoes. They were about two sizes too small and had started to hurt my feet.

"Is there anything on TV Sir?" I asked and he shook his head and turned it off.

"No not really Ro..." I hated that, I hated being called 'Ro' I wasn't a fish just because I spent most of my time in the water! But he was my Master and I wouldn't dare tell him I didn't like it. He moved closer to me and sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at me. He smiled then. That twisted sickening kind of smile that just made me want to hit him so hard up his face. I wasn't a violent person, but there was something about this man that had changed of late and I knew one thing for certain; I didn't like it.

"Come here Ro." He whispered and he placed his hands on my shoulders and applied some pressure, slowly making me drop to my knees so I was wedged in between his legs. He cupped my face and kissed my neck roughly. To say I was taken by surprise would be an understatement. I frowned and closed my eyes, trying to not think of how wrong this was. This man was kissing my neck. I was heavily into the bible at this time in my life, trying to figure out what it was I believed myself and trying to find a religion that supports my beliefs so I know where about I am in the world.

And god said it was wrong to let another man kiss your neck... well not in those exact words but you see where I'm coming from.

I felt him slide a strong arm around my back and pull me closer. He panted down my ear and his hot breath scorched my flesh. I was young by this time, very, very young. I think at most I was eleven. I was smart for my age when it came to some things. I knew the distinct difference between right and wrong and I knew that what was happening, was wrong.

My Master took my hand slowly and put it to his crotch, brushing my hand against it and I felt him grow hard.

I felt my stomach clench up and I had to bite back a need to heave. I felt sick, physically sick.

"Ah. Roxas come on boy touch it." I whipped my hand away and stood up.

"What? No... I..."

"No?" I bit my lip. No matter what I said now I knew I was fucked. I could give in and do what the man wanted (even though to be honest I wasn't entirely sure what that was) or I could stand my ground and get a beating for it.

"After everything I have done for you... I took you in when you were abandoned by your whore of a mother and your drunk of a father, I took you in and put clothes on your back and a roof over your head and food in your stomach and this is how you repay me? By saying no?"

I did feel bad. I was a child, ten or eleven years old and I had lived with this man for as long as I could remember. I didn't remember a thing about my mother or my father and couldn't even hazard a guess at what they looked like.

My Master looked at me expectantly and I bowed my head.

"My sincerest apologizes Sir." I muttered and he smiled.

"Show me how sorry you are then boy. And we'll decide afterwards, whether your apology was suitable or not." I knew there was no way out of this one. I stood in between Malex's legs and undid his belt and zipper with quickness and anger in my pulls and tugs. He just smiled at me. I knew I was frowning and probably looked as though I was going to throw up in any minute but I didn't care. I just wanted this over with.

I pulled down his trousers to his ankles, exposing his semi-hard penis and moved closer.

"Gently boy," he whispered and I scowled at him and took him in my hand. I kept my eyes locked onto a picture that was behind him and just imagined. It was what I did if I wanted to block something out, I imagined anything. That I was somewhere else or anything. It didn't matter as long as it worked.

I ran my hand up and down Malex's erection, squeezing lightly every so often and quickened my pace when I felt his precum drip from him and over my hand, fighting the urge to pull my hand away in disgust. I bit my lip to hide a wretch and continued. Malex pulled me to him, resting his head against my stomach and moaning loudly.

If he didn't stop it would ruin my daydream.

"Ah, Roxas yes... mmm, go on boy." I gritted my teeth and then I felt him come over my hands. He groaned loudly and I went to move my hand but he held it in place, making me run it back over a couple more times to make sure he was fully satisfied. My hand was covered in his semen and I couldn't look at him. He smiled at me and pulled his trousers up and I walked over to the unit and pulled out a tissue from the box, wiping my hand. I looked down and noticed he'd also got it all over my jeans so I wiped them too.

Ugh, nasty man. He came towards me and turned me round, planting a rough kiss to my lips and nipping at my lip.

"Hmm, Roxas I never realised you'd be so good at your age." I turned away from him and threw the tissues in the bin. I walked towards my wardrobe and pulled out a clean pair of jeans. I removed my other pair and threw them in the wash basket, hoping that the maids didn't take to much notice to the white substance that was embedded into them, and slipped on my other pair. I could feel my Master's eyes leering at me and I felt horrible.

I should have left right there, should have went to some hostel with my things and just left.

But I was scared. I knew if I did leave he'd find me, and I was scared of being turned away. I mean who would believe my story?

Malex left the room, squeezing my ass as he did. Yes, I did just say ass... I don't swear, Malex never allowed me to but I didn't see the point in it anyway. The worst I've ever said is 'damn' and 'ass'. I just don't swear.

I followed soon after and tried to forget about what happened.

Even though it was hard to, because that night, I lay beside Malex and he started kissing my neck again. I tried to ignore his advances but it didn't last very long.

"Roxas I want to repay the favour from earlier. Let me touch you." As if I can really stop you.

He slid his hand inside my pyjamas and pulled them down and removed the duvet so he could watch at the same time. I shuffled uncomfortably and tried to resist but it was futile.

"Keep still boy or I'll make sure you won't enjoy this!" he hissed and he tried to kiss me. I turned my head away from him and he settled for nipping my ear and shoulders. He ran his hand roughly over the top of my boxers and eventually slid them off and grabbed me.

He rubbed at me roughly and squeezed tightly and I didn't enjoy a second of it. I whimpered from pain every so often and this just made him crazy. When it was all over, I felt dirty. He smiled at me and licked his fingers and I nearly threw up. I headed into our bathroom and showered, scrubbing myself violently, trying to get the feeling away but it never happened. When I got back to bed, Malex was already asleep.

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Yes you are meant to hate Malex, he's an A-hole. Lol

Loves and stuff!