CHAPTER THREE: ILLEGAL AGE

I gulped down the bile rising up my throat as the doors fully opened. The room was completely pitching black, and as my hand brushed onto the brick wall, I felt a very sticky and gooey substance on it. I winced, but shrugged it off, taking a small step inside. The smells made me want to double-up and barf my guts out. The doors shut close behind me, a lock clicking in the follow.

There was awkward and eerie silence in the atmosphere. I took a few paces forward, but halted once the room illuminated with flames blasting from the torches. I could finally make out a sort of figure, sitting on what appears to be a very beaten up throne a couple feet forward from me. The room was a red dim, there were blood vines and scarlet splatters everywhere, nurses stood their guards around the room, and there, he was. My Master.

Xuchilibara.

He definitely was not someone to a pick fight with. Even sitting down, he appeared to be an enormous, bulky monster that would be able to snap you apart like a twig without even trying. He was breathing heavily, but he was relaxed. A gigantic weapon became my focal point gripped in his hand and a tall spear rested beside his throne.

"U-uh, your honor, this is Prisoner Raphaella McCarthy. A.k.a Prisoner number 341," James informed the demon shakily. I have a strong feeling in the pit of my stomach that he and James had a strange companionship with each other. Oblivious to the fact James was giving me this face explaining to 'go on'; I reluctantly ambled to the unnatural creature. "Uh, say hello Raphaella."

I glanced at James' weary face, but nodded. I greeted in a small voice, "H-hello."

"So, your Prisoner 341?" He asked, not even the slightest tone of politeness. Irritated that he didn't call me by my real name, I nodded with a frown slowly forming on my face.

"Y-yes."

He bent forward a tad, appearing as if he was observing my very feared body. He leaned back, tapping his large fingers on the arm, "How old are you?"

My orbs peeked up from under my lashes, biting the side of my mouth and conflicting if I should tell him that answer or not. He is my Master, and I follow him. Only him. If any of those other wicked Masters as to challenge me with a violent command, then I will sure make them sink into hell where they belong.

I sucked in a chunk air, "I'm 18, sir."

That made me catch his attention. His helmet whipped to James, "Why the hell didn't I get informed that a 'Young' was one of my slaves?"

James trembled and flipped through multiple pages on the clipboard. He halted on one and chuckled nervously, "My apologies sir, but it says here she's 25 years old."

My train of thoughts suddenly lost track. Wait, 25? How the hell did I get from 18 to 25 in a couple hours? I could've sworn…..LISA! She must have changed my age when I wasn't near. That's probably why she broke down in the room earlier, and how she just brought that topic up.

"You defy lying to your Master?" Xuchilibara growled to me, sending shivers up and down my spine.

I gulped, oblivious to the fact that Lisa must have done this for something. Something I wasn't at all aware of. The way he said 'Young' got to me. As if it was forbidden or prohibited to be younger than his average whore age…odd.

"N-no, I'm really 18 years old. There's been some mistake," I reasoned with him and James' panicked face.

"James! This is your responsibilities," Xuchilibara breathed in heavily, restraining his temper from overloading. I stared pitifully at James who was shaking in intense fear. Dammit, I couldn't just stand here and do nothing! I never can!

"Wait! Please, don't blame James! There must've just been a mistake when my info was being processed in…." I prompted objectively to the monster.

I gasped when he lifted his blade up, the end just raking the tip of my nose. He snarled, "Stay. Out. Of. This."

He then turned once more to James, and next to some nurses. The nurses gripped ahold of James shoulder.

"That's 3 strikes James. You girls know what to do with him," Xuchilibara ordered the nurses.

My heart started pounding in panic and sympathy. "N-no, please- wait!"

I tried to run after the nurses escorting James out, but 2 others stood in my way, their scalpels ready to thrust a blow. Backing away, I turned back to Xuchilibara and my brows narrowed in anger.

"Why the hell would you do that? It wasn't his fault!" I yelled furiously at the creature. God dammit, that guy was innocent and such a nice person and this son of a bitch decides to do something I think painful to him. He doesn't deserve any shitting punishment for doing nothing wrong!

"Do you know exactly who you're talking to? Young slave?" He sneered, stomping down the steps leading to his throne and towering over me menacingly.

Sharply breathing in, I nodded, "Of course I do, sir."

"If that is so, then explain as to why you're talking back nonsense to me?" He calmly asked, bringing his knife up to settle under my chin. My head was tilted up to bore at his helmet, feeling a pair of eyes burning at me.

Confidently, I countered, "B-because –"

"What? Go on, dare talk back again," He threatened, pushing the blade higher up my neck.

Once again, my cowardly side got the best of me. I stayed silent, the room eerie at the tension.

He chuckled darkly, "That's what I thought."

He strode back up to his throne, plopping down. Throwing his knife to the side which made my ears ring frantically, he gestured his hand to the nurses.

"Prisoner 341, do you know the law about a Young?" He seethed fumingly. I shook my head innocently. "The law is that you aren't allowed to be a Sex Slave…"

That made me freeze, "What?"

A/N: Ooooh, Raphaella isn't old enough! What do you guys think will happen next? Short, I know, but legit It's really low 'meat' right now, so bear with me.

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