Time stood still as she stood there looking at the polished surface of the casket; she stood there with a red rose in her hand. She watched as they lowered the maroon box into the ground when it finally stopped she let the beautiful rose fall onto the box. She backed up some then closed her eyes and turned her face up towards the heavens. She couldn't tell if she was still crying or if it was the rain. The rain picked up and she just let it pelt her.

Now, what was she going to do? answered her head. Then taking one last look into the hole she said her final goodbyes. The tears began to fall, even more, she was alone in this world again.

She zipped up her jacket as she descended the steps of the graveyard. She made it to the last step and froze in mid-stride.

There he was, standing under his umbrella looking up at her as if he wasn't the reason that she was alone. When he hadn't shown up to the funeral she had hoped he had planned on not coming back. She couldn't get that lucky, could she? He was walking towards her now., her blood felt like it was on fire. She watched his face and all she wanted to do was choke him. How dare he sit there and act like he hurt that she was gone. People were scattered about trying to get out of the rain. He used the moment to put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him. She stiffened at his touch, he knew that she didn't like this and used it against her.

"I will miss her," he said to her, she didn't say a word to him. She didn't trust herself not to say something that would set him off as she often did to save her mother from his temper.

He had a habit of hitting the bars after he clocked out and came home wasted. He showed up at the house around midnight, beat them both. Claiming that they were the reason that he was so unhappy.

She took most of the beating at that time, it only took two good hits to the head and her mother was out; she put up a better fight she guessed.

When she got home the next day from school she found her mother hanging from the banister of the second floor just hanging there. She had to call it in and she was now left with him.

She found blood in the bathroom when she went to throw up from the sight of her mother. She left one final message

"I'm finally free!"

The police asked her many questions, she told them just enough to keep her safe. She knew that he would be back from his business trip and knew that it would be a matter of time before he started asking her to tell him what she had said to the police. Honestly, him being as quiet as he was starting to scare her.

He opened the passenger door and all but shoved her into the car. She watched as he slid into the car. She saw the dark look on his face, she turned her head and began looking out the window. She felt herself start to panic, he had just started the car when his phone rang. He answered around the second ring.

"What did you find out?" he asked the person on the other line. She glanced over the corner of her eye and saw a slight smile on his face. The smile was gone in a matter of moments.

"Well fix it!" he screamed into the phone. He looked at her and the look he gave her made her skin crawl. She wondered what the phone call was about but knew he would never tell.

"I have friends in high places," he said to her. She took in a sharp breathe at his words

"You thought that taking your jacket off and showing a few bruises would be able to get you away from me. You're wrong, you will never be free of me," he said to her again she said nothing and kept her head down.

"We will be taking a trip so when we get back get your things," he said to her

By things, it was just her clothes; he didn't leave any room for anything. She did, however, wedge a photo of her mother and her in the bag under a hoodie that she had packed. He was standing at the base of the steps. He wore a dark look on his face now. She felt the need to run then, she didn't know which was worse taking the beating that she had a feeling was coming either way deal with the silent man in front of her.

She wasn't prepared for his reaction; he grabbed her arm and dragged her from the steps of the staircase. She tumbled to the ground, she tried to protect herself from the blows he was kicking her now. She tried to curl into a ball trying to protect her core from the impact of his boots.

"You stupid girl how dare you!" he started but stopped as he kicked her in the head. She tried to stay quiet but the pain was becoming too great and she let out a small scream. This must-have amused him, the beating became more violent. The pain was becoming unbearable, she wished he would stop or kill her. Whichever came first. He was laughing now as he came to a stop, he was breathing heavy. She didn't move or make a sound, she hoped that he would leave her alone. She heard his boots on the wooden floor as he walked away. She heard him in the kitchen then, the sound of the can he opened was her answer. Getting up was harder than she thought it was going to be.

As she uncurled herself the pain shot through every fiber of her muscles. She rolled to her side then slowly got to her knees, she felt like she was gasping for air. The surge of pain hit her and she faltered as she pushed herself off the ground. She made it to her feet, she staggered and swayed. She leaned down and collected her bag she had put it back on when he came back. She kept her gaze on the floor, she didn't want to upset him any further.l

" I hope you learned your place," he said to her smugly. She stood there still looking down; she felt the tears threatening to fall; she didn't want him to know how much pain she was in.

"Yes sir," she said with her head still lowered.

He shoved her towards the door. She took a step outside and knew that she would never be able to return here, he would see to that. They moved many times; this was nothing new to her. She watched as the house became smaller in the mirror, so much for staying in one place. The car was quiet as they drove the only thing that could be heard was the wheels on the pavement. She looked at herself in the mirror and winced. She hasn't realized how bad she looked. One side of her face was swollen and the bruises were getting darker. She saw the dried blood on the side of her head. She didn't dare touch it, they had been driving now for over three hours when he pulled into a gas station. He looked over at her then,

"Stay in the car and don't talk to anyone," he commanded he didn't wait for a reply he got out and started inside. She looked around. She put her hand on the door handle and had every intention to open the door and make a run for it. She would rather take her chances on the streets than to have her life. He walked out a moment later, he kept his phone on him 24/7. She knew every reason she should do it, but she couldn't, she just couldn't do it. Fear won over the reason she took her hand away from the knob and sat them into her lap. He had his back to the car. She didn't say or make a sound when he slid back inside.

He had everything planned for her by the time they reached the new house.

She knew just what to say and how to act, He also explained that this place was like no others; they would be living amongst demons and that even some of her classmates were a mixture of human demons and even half-demons. This new house was surprisingly big; she followed him inside. She looked around the room as they walked inside and was surprised to see it was fully furnished. No wonder he didn't want to bring anything and didn't need any of it.

As they walked further into the home he turned on some lights, she felt numb, yes this was new and yes everything looked nice and polished. It was going to be her prison, she wasn't allowed to have friends she learned that lesson the hard way. She paid dearly for that and she never wanted to go through that again. She let herself get distracted in thought she hadn't realized that he had stopped walking and was now waiting on her to answer him. She had almost walked into him and she knew that would have made him mad at her, he yelled at her and pulled her out of her stupor along with causing her to flinch and that caused the pain to rip through her body.

"Stupid girl are you even listening to a word I was saying to you?" he asked her. She could tell he was already starting to get irritated with her. She stood straight up and looked at him.

"Sorry I was distracted," she said to him in a low voice. He took a step forward and she wanted to take a step back to get more distance between them. She resisted that urge and prepared for whatever action he was going to give her.

He stepped right in front of her and got close to her face, she wanted to back further away from him he grabbed her hair then. She could see the coldness in his hazel eyes. He started pulling her behind him, she had to almost run to keep up with him. He was walking fast now. He pulled her up the steps to the next floor and down the hall aways he pushed open the door and tossed her in, she hit the floor with a thud.

" When I speak to you, you better be listening to your insolence will not be tolerated," he said to her coldly. She didn't speak fast enough for him. He came at her at full stride and kicked her in her already bruised ribs. She gasped and started coughing from the force. He repeated his prior statement.

"Yes, sir, I'll listen I promise." she stammered out she was gasping from the pain he huffed at her and turned and slammed the door behind him. She heard the sound of a lock being clicked into place. She knew then that she was trapped in this room. She crawled over to the wall and tried to get up. She fell. She was in so much pain she didn't even know if she was going to be able to stand. She tried again and she started to fall back but grabbed at the small desk that was next to the wall she was able to get to her feet. She flipped the switch and looked around the room. The bare only thing she saw was the small desk, she slowly made it to a door that was in the corner and opened it. It was her closet there was another door just to the left of that one and she opened it as well. Well, she may not have been able to leave the room but at least she had a bathroom attached to her room. She looked around and there was a small window in the bathroom but she knew that she was too big to fit through. She slowly made her way back into the other room. She walked over to the one window she had in the room. She could see that she was on an upper level but this window was barred. She slid down the wall then. She felt like a caged bird now, there was no way for her to get out of the house. She pulled her knees to her and rested her head on them. She then started to cry. She didn't know when she fell asleep but she was in more pain now. She tried to soothe the ache in her legs by rubbing them as she lowered her legs, she slowly got to her knees and then tried to get up off the floor she had just made it to her feet when she heard voices. She didn't know who they belonged to; she had never heard these voices before. She didn't make a sound; she placed her head against the door to see if he could hear what they were talking about. The conversation was muffled; she only caught bits and pieces of it. The word client kept coming up; she didn't have a clue what that could be about. She heard the footsteps getting closer as they walked down the hallway. She heard their steps stop and she could see the shadows of their shoes under the door. She heard the deadbolt start clicking and he was unlocking the door but for what purpose. She backed away to the other side of the room and back now against the wall. She felt herself start to tremble. The door swung open and they stepped in. The man standing next to her father had a strange look on his face. It was almost animalistic as if he was finally going to catch his prey. He stepped forward.

"So this is the girl that has been causing you all this trouble," he said as he started to cross the room. He looked around the room as he walked closer to her.

"Hmmm, you didn't give the girl anything to sleep on. How am I supposed to have fun with her if there is nothing I can tie her to," he said. His voice was grating and nasally she couldn't stand him and she didn't even know who he was. What he had said finally registered with her. She was now trembling more he was now in front of her, he reached his hand out and was going to brush her cheek with his hand but she moved just as his hand got close. He snarled at her.

" See I told you the girl is nothing but trouble." her father said from the doorway. He seemed indifferent about the whole situation.

"Such a shame and she is so pretty too." said the man. He looked her over from head to toe and took his time doing so. He stopped at her breast. She was well endowed for someone her age she had to be at least a c cup. The smile he had on his face told her things went from bad to worse. He moved closer to her. She tried to move from him but she wasn't fast enough in her current state. He used his body to pin her to the wall. He leaned in close to her and smelled her hair. She started struggling to break free, he grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head, he then began to kiss the side of her neck. She felt like she was going to be sick, why is this happening to her. She saw her father get closer to them and he then put his hand on the man's shoulder. He stopped what he was doing and looked back at him.

"Remember what we talked about, she is to remain a virgin, but you can still have your fun with her. There are other places you can find your joy and fulfillment," he said as he moved his hand off his shoulder. She couldn't believe what she just heard him say. She looked at him trying to see if there was anything on his face. There was nothing he was as stone-faced and cold as always.

"You're no fun my friend but I will remember that as I have my fun with the little bitch," he told his friend. She couldn't take it anymore. This was all too much and just crazy.

"Dad… dad don't let." She wasn't able to finish her plea for this to all stop, her cheek throbbed as the realization of what just happened hit her.

"You do not tell me what to do." was his reply she felt the tears then his vision started to get blurry.

"Why ?" she whispered. She didn't think that she would get an answer but was a bit surprised when she heard his voice then.

" you mean nothing to me and you're worthless, that whore chose her fate and now you are being punished for it. You will rue the day that you both decided to betray me." her father said. She was so shocked. Had he known what they had planned on doing? Is that why he was so angry that night and beat them both the way that he did.

"You're free to use the room next to this one. I believe you will find it to your liking," he told his friend before he walked out of the room and shut the door.

Before she realized what happened she was crying, this got the man in front of her attention. He looked at her, then she loosened his grip on her wrist just a bit to khis free hand and rubbed her cheek.

"There is nothing to cry about my dear I promise by the time this is all over with you will be begging me for more," he told her smugly. She didn't say anything to the man she highly doubts that she would ever ask this man for anything at all. He pulled her away from the wall and the jerk caused a ripple of pain to surge through her. She didn't make a sound but the look on her face must have given something away to him because he started looking more arrogant than a moment ago. He tried dragging her out of the room by her arms. She wasn't making it easy on him; she had started to fight him. If she could just get free of him she could make a run for it. She kept that in mind. He had had enough, no more nice guy than she thought.

"You bitch!" he yelled at her. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and twisted. She tried still to get out his grip but she couldn't. She was stuck and she knew that. He started dragging her by the hair to the other room. He turned the knob and kicked the door open. He yanked on her and she reluctantly followed his command. He tossed her on the floor just inside the room and turned and locked the door behind him; she wasn't going to be getting away from him. She wasn't getting away from him now.

"Undress," he ordered she didn't move or even acknowledge that he even spoke to her. She was looking down at the floor now wishing that she could just leave there.

He moved closer to her, she scooted back some, this action caused him to grab her. He pulled her to her feet and forced her to look at him.

"I said undress," he ordered her. He didn't give her time to ignore or do as he wished; he was already grabbing at the shirt that she was wearing and was trying to pull it up as her hands moved to keep it down. His agitation grew and he smacked her across her already red face. He tried once more to get her shirt up and she still wasn't having it. By this point, he was tired of playing games with her. He hit her once more this time his fist was closed. She felt his fist connect to her cheek and she fell and hit the corner of the bed. She was dazed and felt herself start to get dizzy. He used that moment to get out of his clothes and shoved her face down onto the bed. He was pulling at her pants before she could figure out what was going on. He had them down and her underwear with them.

"I was going to take it easy on you and let you try to enjoy yourself but you had to go and make it hard on yourself," he said to her. She tried to push herself up but he was too strong she felt his manhood sitting on her now. She froze she knew what he was planning. She heard him chuckling to himself then.

"Your spirited one," he said he leaned forward and pulled her head back. He licked the side of her cheek and then moved to her ear so she could hear her breath as he became quiet.

"You're going to love this," he said he didn't waste any time he pushed himself inside her. She let out a scream at the invasion. She felt she was going to be ripped apart by him. He let out a grunt then.

"I knew your ass was going to be tight but I never thought this tight," he said as he started to move inside her. The only response he got was the screams of pain as he withdrew and slammed back into her. He pulled her up off the bed and began running his hands up the front of her shirt he grabbed at her breast and began pinching at her nipples as he thrust deeper inside her. He became rougher and almost wild with each one. He abandons her breast as he slid his hand down her flat stomach to the valley below he slid his hand in between her thigh and he began to stroke her. She was still screaming and crying. She didn't like this at all.

"My oh my you are soaking wet," he said as he stroked the nub she felt like her insides were on fire. Why was her body betraying her? She didn't like this but it was responding to the touch of him stroking her. He was going wild now he was grunting and starting to get breathless with each move that he made. She felt the fire get hotter inside her and then felt the wash of euphoria take over. He all but tossed her to the floor a moment later he pulled her up to her knees and placed his manhood right in front of her. She looked at it. She had never seen a naked man before she tried to turn her head so that she wasn't looking at it. He grabbed her he pinched her nose so that she would be forced to open her mouth and as she did so he shoved himself inside. She tried to pull back and get it out of her mouth but he wasn't having it. He chose how far she could pull back and just how far he wanted to be in her mouth. Just as he thrust one last time she felt the liquid shoot into her mouth this caused her to cough and gag at the same time. He looked at her smugly and shoved her down. He had just stepped back from her when the door came open. An older lady walked inside with her head bowed.

"Sorry to interrupt you sir but the master would like to see you now," she told him. He started mumbling to himself and pulled his pants on then his shirt. He shoved past the old lady and left the room without saying a word to either one of the women. The lady ran to Rin then she pulled her up and had an arm around her waist and helped her back to her room.

The old woman got the girl a bath ready and went back to her, she looked at Rin she almost seemed broken or a shell of the girl she used to be. The woman has known RIn her whole life because she was their housekeeper she also knows how the master had changed and was treating them. She had hoped that they would have been free of him by now. She walked back to Rin and touched her shoulder. This caused her to jump.

"Sorry dear I didn't mean to scare you but I have your bath ready," she told rin as she helped her to her feet. She helped Rin shed the remaining clothes that she had on; she gasped at the sight she saw when she pulled the shirt over her head. She knew that he had beat her before they got ordered to come to this home but she didn't know how bad it was. She sat in the water and began to wet her hair and wash it. The ever chatty girl was now speechless. This bothered her. She had just washed all of the soap out of her hair when she heard her.

"Why does he hate me, did I do something?" Rin questioned the older woman.

"I'm not sure my dear," was all she could say to her she wasn't sure herself but looking at her she knew that somehow or another she had to get Rin away from him and his friends or he would surely kill the girl.