A lot of time had passed. She figured it had been 6 or 7 months. She only knew by tracking her menstrual cycle, which had thankfully not stopped. God only knew what would happen if she became pregnant with Sojiro's child. Maybe he had gotten a vasectomy.

Nearly every day during this months long period, Futaba was used. Mostly by Sojiro, but also sometimes by his friends. She didn't know exactly how many men there had been.

She had thought that this would go on forever. That she would remain his slave her entire life. She had resigned herself to her new reality, accepting that this was now who she was. That was until one day she heard loud knocks coming from the front door.

The police had arrived to arrest Sojiro. They barged inside, put him in cuffs, and unlocked the door to her room. There were met with the sight of an abused young girl, completely nude and grotesquely dirty. The room they found her in was in a bad state. Stains could be seen everywhere, and it was bereft of any furniture minus a video camera, a bed, and a computer monitor. She had been living this way for months.

Futaba didn't really remember much of what had happened after that. Sojiro had been taken away somewhere, and one of the police officers had given her a blanket to cover herself with. Following that, there was a flurry of activity as she was transported somewhere in a police car.

She was put up in some kind of temporary housing, where she spent who knows how long. One of the police officers came to her room and said something about finding her a foster family, but she was barely listening. She didn't want to listen to anyone anymore.

She was free. Sojiro was behind bars. But she would never truly be free of his influence. He had made sure of that. Wherever she went, he would weigh on her mind. And if he ever got out, Futaba knew exactly what he would do. What she would do.

She was his property. Even now while she was free and he was locked up, a part of her knew it to be true. If he escaped from prison, he would come to claim her. And she didn't think she could do anything to stop it.

But that's just as well, isn't it? A master must always come collect his slave.

She looked forward to the day he did.