Hey guys, I'm on a writing spreee today :D. Alright so there's a little bit of explicit content here. So, if you aren't mature enough to handle it, I've included the major points for you here, a clip notes version really. Just scroll down to the bottom to see it. Hope you guys enjoy this!!!

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Yasmine's Point of View

This place was a good ten times worse than my old cellar. The man who bought me was known as "Miroku-sama". Rei was right about him. He was incredibly good looking. With his smooth face, black, silky, hair, and sharp eyes, he was single handedly, one of the most beautiful men I'll ever have seen. Most of the time, he wore a black and white robe that only illuminated his face. But unlike Rei, I could not feel the same way about him. It was his eyes. They were icy and cold. There was no mercy in them and later I found out why.

The man's family had been killed. He'd inherited his father's business along with all its shady dealing. One of them was the exploitation of the sex trade industry. He was a 20 year-old billionaire with a primitive thirst to cater to his instincts. And his instincts included women. Lots of them. I'm surprised I didn't contract anything while I was with him.

His passion was forming harems. When I first came to his mansion, I was told I was just a maid. I would be serving him, and feeding him, and that at night, my responsibilities would be to make sure he had enough blankets, and warmth. When I saw the uniform I was supposed to be wearing, I was so embarrassed I thought I could die. It was a small maid uniform with the skirt a little too high and it dipped down to show some cleavage. I wasn't given anything else. My favorite time of the year was during the winter. He was forced to give us warm clothes to wear, which basically meant full coverage.

My first day on the job, I was perfect. Having done a million chores in India, I was good at washing dishes and taking care of the cleaning. The other women were of all nationalities, and I suspected they were just like me. None of us talked to each other since none of us was educated enough to learn the language. I picked up bits and pieces of Japanese throughout my stay and over the years, I became fairly fluent. As he took care of his paper work, we would give him tea and coffee, and I noticed the other girls would shroud themselves over him. They were different than me. They smelled good, and had beautiful complexions with wonderful make up. I too was asked to dress up, but I never had done so before and didn't know how to make myself look like that. Despite how cold he treated us in his harem, I believe some of the women there genuinely had fallen in love with him. Fallen in love with his good looks more like it, for surely no one would care about his twisted personality.

My first night, I heated a bedpan and took out a few blankets. My skirt was so short my panties were visible whenever I bent down. My chest also became fully exposed and there was really no way for me to fix it. I went to his room, put his things on the bed and heard him in the shower. I was getting ready to leave, when the maid outside told me to stay, that I had been chosen for tonight.

I stood at the door and waited for him to come out. He entered the room with nothing but a towel to cover him. "So how is my newest purchase liking it here?" He asked rhetorically.

I didn't answer, I was too scared of what was to come.

"It's okay, you don't need to talk. I'm quite pleased with this. Natural beauty has been lost these days and the other women caked in make up aren't suiting my taste anymore."

I looked down avoiding his gaze. I was trembling under his sight. I felt like something bad was going to happen to me.

"I hear you haven't yet become a woman. Shall I give you some experience?" I flinched as he reached for my hair. His fingers followed my cheek and trailed down to my neck and then my collarbone. Using his other hand he lifted my hair out of the way. "Rumor has it, I can be pretty satisfying. If you keep me interested, your stay here might be very pleasant."

Without speaking to me any further, he pinned me against the wall, and breathing heavily, kissed me deeply. I was surprised more than anything. His kiss lasted forever, and when we parted, I saw him smirk from the corner of his mouth.

"You're just a little slut aren't you? Look at that blushing face of yours."

"N-no. Please." I whispered desperate now. Tears rolling down my face profusely. He grabbed my wrist and threw me onto his bed. I tried to struggle, but I was already weak from before and he easily overpowered me. Like it was second nature to him, he undid my dress and my bra. In the lamplight, I lay naked and embarrassed on his bed, praying that something would intervene and stop this. An earthquake, a natural disaster, ANYTHING. I heard sounds escaping my lips that didn't quite belong to me. I'd heard them before somewhere. They were familiar. And then it clicked. They were the same sounds those women used to make when they came to visit my previous master at night. I felt strange and like I was slowly being ruined. Every touch was like a drop of poison infecting me and I feared I would die. Then he too became naked. Before I knew it, I was being invaded. I screamed for him to stop and panted as he moved inside of me. But I knew all sense of reason and mercy had vanished from him. His face was contorted in what I assumed to be pleasure. My own face was twisted in pain. Breathing hard and fast, this new sensation invoked so many strange feelings.

He went a few more times and finally when he'd had his fill, he lay in his bed gripping me to his chest. Making sure he was asleep, I crept out of the room, and borrowing a robe I saw hanging on the chair, made my way out. I could barely walk. I felt crippled, and sore. As I limped back to my room I saw a flash of red hair with smoke coming out of it. I was so angry I ran up to him and slapped him hard across the face. "HOW could you do this to me?" I demanded. My tears had returned and my robe had fallen off, exposing my tender body. "You told me, I'd fit in just fine, that I would be okay, and then you take me to this place I have no knowledge of. HOW could you do this? Why couldn't you have given me some warning?!" As I cried I banged on his chest and Rei only stood still, accepting my anger towards him. He drew me into his arms and held me as I cried my heart out, rocking me back and forth.

"I'm sorry." I heard him say over and over. "I never meant to put you through his pain. Anyone but you. If only I didn't care about you, it would be so much easier. Please forgive me."

I still haven't found a way to forgive him, but I did figure out how to care for him. He picked up the robe, draped it over my shoulders and lifted me off the ground.

"Was that your first time?"

I nodded.

"You handled it better than most actually. You should get some sleep now. Sleep in as long as you want. The women he sleeps with the night before get the next day off. So you free to do what ever you please until tomorrow."

He laid me on my bed and held my hand. I didn't want anyone near me but somehow, I trusted Rei. Even though it was his fault I was here, he took care of me in the little ways he could. Eventually I dozed off to sleep where the nightmares of my day only replayed themselves in my mind.

That was how I lost my innocence. The next two years, the same schedule continued. Sometimes he would have two or three of us at a time and sometimes, he would "rent" us out to wealthy businessmen who were tired of their wives. These I hated the most. At least he wasn't fat and ugly. I hated pleasing old men who stank of sake and reeked of smoke. But I didn't have a choice but to keep up with it.

Rei taught me the tricks of the trade. If I were interesting enough to Miroku-sama, he'd keep me for himself. This was better than being sent off to God knows whom. So eventually, I found the best way to avoid going elsewhere was to keep myself at home, available, and interesting. This is why all the other girls worked so hard to look good and show displays of affection. Contrary to what I believed they didn't love him. They just didn't want to be sent outdoors.

Rei taught me how to put on make up, do my hair, and groom myself. He taught me how to smell good after every shower and make it so the fragrance stayed. He taught me everything I needed to know and also how to secretly read and write Japanese. This was particularly advantageous because it enabled me to read some of Miroku-sama's private documents. He would leave them out not knowing I could read them and to him, I posed no threat. But I knew that eventually, I would break out of this and take him down. In addition to this, I also read books and learned things I would have learned if I'd ever had the opportunity to go to school. Rei said I was incredibly intelligent and if only I'd had a proper education I could have been more than some sex slave.

It only took me a year to become Miroku-sama's favorite. Though that also meant wearing a semi-transparent satin slip around the house for his pleasure, it meant that I wouldn't be sent out as a moneymaker for old corrupted politicians or businessmen. It became so that for the past six months before my 15th birthday Miroku-sama was the only one I'd been intimate with.

It was after my 15th birthday that things got even more complicated. I found Rei sitting under a tree and smoking a cigarette.

"You're going to get lung cancer, you know. You smoke so much. You should cut down." I sat beside him.

"You're the only woman here who complains. Why would you care anyway princess? Looks like the prince is into only you these days so what're you bothering me for?" He retorted.

"That's not fair! I just wanted to see you." We sat in silence for a long time. I knew how Rei felt about me, and it made me sad that he had to watch Miroku-sama do the things he did with me. It made feel even worse that even if I were to ever break free of this, I could never feel that way about him. And then, calmly, I decided it was about time I told him. "Rei," I started, "My period is three months late. You know what that means right?"

His cigarette dropped from his lips and he turned his face to look at her.

"I've put on weight and started to feel sick in the morning. I'm pregnant." I could hear my voice beginning to crack and resolved to keep myself under control.

"When – how?" He stammered.

"Well I supposed three months ago. And we all know how."

"That's not what I mean. Why do you think I picked you up RIGHT after your period had ended 2 years ago? It wasn't just some coincidence. It was to keep track of your menstrual cycle so that when you were sent to the master there wouldn't be any chance of a pregnancy."

This was news to me. I'd never heard this before, but now that I thought about it, it made sense. There were times I hadn't been sent to the master at all, but then weeks where I'd been sent every night. "I guess they screwed up." I said simply not sure how to feel.

"I wonder why they haven't caught on yet…" He said thoughtfully.

Then I remembered, "There's another girl. We have it at the same time most of the time. They must've kept track of her and thought it was my time as well."

"That would make sense."

"Rei. It'll be okay right? I don't know what to do. I know this child was born out lust and not love, and that it is the evidence of Miroku-sama's existence. When I think about this child growing inside me, I see his violence. But then after a while I realized that it's not this child's fault his father is a sick bastard. This child never asked to be born. So I want to keep the child and teach it good things. I can't kill an innocent life."

"Yasmine, I don't think you understand the situation you're in. The reason why Miroku-sama doesn't want any children is because he sees them as a liability. He will not care for you and your child. In fact, he might just cut you loose."

"That wouldn't be so bad. Anywhere but here. I'll work hard to make it. If he cuts me loose and lets me go, I can start fresh."

"That's not what I mean. He'll kill your child and then to keep your mouth shut, he'll kill you too." This took me a minute to process. And then panic started to engulf me.

"No. Please don't say that!" I cried without thinking. "Please tell me there has to be something I can do PLEASE! He won't have to worry about taking care of the child; I will make it up to him. I'll entertain his guests if I have to. Rei, tell me! What can I do?"

"I don't know Yasmine, this is quite a mess." He turned his back on me and I felt like hope was officially lost. My child and I wouldn't survive. I was only 15 and I'd be killed. "Okay, listen," he said interrupting my thoughts. "I will come up with a solution. Wait in your room. Don't leave until I tell you to." With that he left me standing there perplexed with my own thoughts.

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Chapter Summary:

In this chapter, Rei delivers Yasmine to her new owner. She's a maid by day and his partner by night. The first night there, she is raped. The owner "rents" her out to people and in order to prevent that, she needs to find ways to keep her owner from getting bored. Rei teaches her personally in this matter and basically shows her how to put on make up and fragrance herself, read and write. Soon enough, she's Miroku's (her owner's) exclusive sleeping partner. And then she gets pregnant and finds out that Miroku'll have her killed. So Rei says he'll figure something out and… until next chapter XD!!!!