Ichigo woke to an uneasy feeling. She'd been sleeping on her side in the grassy area, the softest part of the warehouse she and the other girls found themselves in. She opened her eyes hoping it had been a bad dream, albeit quite erotic. Alas there was no such joy and she was greeted by the sleeping and stark forms of her friends. She wanted to cry, but had shed more than enough tears already and knew not to wake the others.
She rose quietly and rubbed her eyes in the cat like manner she always did. She gazed around and noticed the Zakuro was absent from the group. She glanced about and caught glimpse of her standing across the other side of the room with her back to them.
"You're probably not old enough to be used to people undressing you with their eyes, are you Ichigo?" She said not turning to greet her friend. "It's something that you get used to, something that comes with maturity, or the lack there-of, from the people around you." Her tone was cold and she kept her eyes locked on the same spot. Ichigo darted her eyes back and forth from Zakuro to the point on the wall where she was staring, trying to work out what exactly was holding her attention. "After a while, Ichigo, a woman develops a sixth sense about it. She knows when a guy is staring at her ass, when he has more on his mind than the conversation, when his camera 'accidentally' goes off..." her voice trailed off and she raised her gaze to the window up top. "...and right now we have a lot of people staring at our asses."
~: A Little Earlier :~
Pudding froze as a cold feeling ran up her spine. The hand had been no doubt holding one of the many iced drinks she'd be passing around and as it gripped the cheeks of her ass she froze terrified. The man lifted her skirt slightly to get a better feel and Pudding squirmed. In the excitement she dropped the tray of drinks, allowing them to crash to the floor with a clatter that brought the attention of the entire room. Pudding just stood as the man continued to squeeze and wriggle under her skirt. She was powerless to stop him.
As quickly as it had started, the hand was snatched away. Syaoron stood glaring, a look of rage fresh on his face. The guest, whom had taken the liberty with pudding now writhed again but this time from the pain that having his wrist held by Syaoron was causing. "How dare you" Syaoron spoke clearly and slowly.
"You put on that wonderful show and have this cute girl walk around with no underwear and then expect us not to sample the buffet" He spat in retort.
"I expect you to follow my instructions. Pudding is underage, and you're actions are sick and depraved. I will not tolerate people taking liberties with my property, especially ones that put the well being of the girls or staff in jeopardy." A quick jerk of the arm and the man was on the floor. Two men in black suits helped pick him up but instead of letting go, maintained there grip and began to pull him.
"Hey wait" He shouted as the men escorted him from the room. "Where are you taking me." He screamed.
"Gentlemen let that be a lesson. Pudding, is as I said, off limits. The punishment for breaking any of my rules is harsh but fair. Mr Gibson will get to leave this building in a few days, but he will regret his actions for the rest of his life, of that you have my word." The last part seemed almost directed at Pudding, who stood dumbfounded by the whole thing. She bent to pick the glass but was stopped by Syaoron who simply motioned for her to return to the kitchen.
She entered and stood, fighting back the tears. Why had it turned out like this? Ichigo and the others caged like animals, herself the pet and servant of a debaucherous man, men constantly staring at her semi naked body! She sobbed into the towel nearby not knowing what to do. The door opened slowly and Syaoron entered. He paused looking at her, taking in the site of her.
"Come Pudding, your going back to your room. You've been through enough tonight." He said matter-of-factly. Truth be told he was fighting to let know emotion show at all but with a son of his own, he found it difficult not to sympathise. The walked along the hallway, Pudding by his side rather than two steps behind, until they reached her door. It was sturdy but the room rather plain, with a bed, a toilet in the corner next to the sink. The door had a window in it but the paint and the furniture inside rather made it seem more homely than the prison which is so obviously was. Pudding sat, for the first time now truly letting it all out. Again Syaoron fought to not say anything. He almost sat down with her, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. He hung about at the door as she cried before finally compelling himself to go.
"Good Night Pudding" He said as the door closed with a cold metallic clunk.
