Chapter 4 – Bitter Truth
It was dark inside the bedroom when Misaki woke up from his slumber. Even though it wasn't time to get up yet, Misaki couldn't sleep anymore; for some reason, it felt as though something wasn't right. He tried to rub his eyes, but his attempts were futile as he couldn't move his hands. It was right then that he realized that something was holding them down, preventing them from moving.
Misaki opened his eyes further, trying to see what was going on. His eyesight was blurry and limited as he hadn't gotten used to the dark yet. As the teen tried to move his arms, he noticed that what kept his wrists together felt warm. It almost felt like someone was holding his wrists together with his hand.
'Wait, it can't be…' Misaki began to struggle more, flailing and kicking as he tried to get away, but he stopped when he felt weight on top of him. Squinting, he managed to recognize the shape of a male body on top of him.
"Sto—" A hand covered the brunet's mouth, making it impossible to cry out. As the man lowered himself, Misaki could see the features of a familiar face. Bluish eyes shone in the faint light that started filtering through the curtains, and Misaki panicked.
It was Jeff who had trapped him.
"Mnnn!"
Jeff smirked as he retracted the hand holding Misaki's wrists. "Stay quiet, Takahashi-kun," he whispered, grinning wolfishly when Misaki tried to pry his hand away from his mouth, "You wouldn't want to wake dear Lillian or Emi, would you?"
Instead of listening to his master, Misaki only began to struggle more. He soon realized that he was no match for Jeff's strength, but that wasn't enough to make him give up. His eyes widened when he noticed a piece of cloth Jeff took out of his pocket.
This couldn't be happening. Didn't Jeff make a promise to him?
Only for a moment, Misaki got the opportunity to inhale through his mouth, but he didn't have time to scream as the piece of cloth was pushed down his throat, nearly choking him. His hands were held together by Jeff's large hand before he drew out a second rag and tied it around the boy's thin wrists. The only thing Misaki could still do was kick, which had absolutely no effect.
Studying the other's face carefully, Misaki tried to read Jeff's thoughts. He had no idea what was going on inside of the man's head, but one thing was certain: it was no good. It wasn't possible that Jeff was actually going to…rape him?
'No, please,' the brunet pleaded in his head, 'Tell me I'm wrong. Please tell me that he is just playing with me.'
Not a single word fell from Jeff's lips. Instead, he merely stared at the squirming boy beneath him, who was obviously freaking out. The spark of sadism within Jeff found this incredibly amusing to watch, but another part of him was losing its patience.
Somehow, seeing that kind of vulnerability turned him on. It was a sick thought, but he didn't mind.
Lowering himself a bit more, Jeff placed his lips over Misaki's covered ones. He drew back just as quickly and ran his hand over Misaki's neck.
"I would love to kiss you if I could," he said with a wicked smile, "But I'm afraid you will cry out if I undo that rag. It's such a shame, really."
As anger boiled within him, Misaki growled into the cloth. Even though he was scared, the way Jeff was talking pissed him off. How could this man dare to do something so horrible to an innocent person? What had Misaki done wrong?
"I won't ask you again if that's what you want."
Realization hit Misaki when he tried to memorize what his master had promised. Jeff said that he wouldn't ask him to do something weird again, so did that mean that he was going to do whatever he wanted without Misaki's permission? Was that the hidden meaning behind his words? Thinking about it more only reawakened the fear. Clenching his eyes shut, Misaki desperately tried to make himself believe that he was having a nightmare.
However, upon opening his eyes, the teen saw Jeff's tall frame still towering over him.
Jeff's lips formed into another grin. "This isn't a dream, Takahashi-kun," he reassured, reading the boy's mind, "I can prove it…and I will."
"Mmnn!" Misaki's scream was muffled and ignored. His eyes widened in terror when Jeff unbuttoned his pajamas, letting the fabric fall to his sides. A hand ran over his chest, but the shivers only disgusted Misaki rather than arousing him. It wasn't normal to be touched by another guy like this, especially since he didn't want this to happen in the first place.
"I wonder if every part of your body is so fair and beautiful," Jeff whispered as his eyes stared intensively at the tanned skin beneath his fingers, "You know, you're really the first guy I've ever been attracted to. Before, I never would've believed that I would enjoy touching another man like this, but here I am." Pulling down Misaki's pajama bottoms and boxers, he squeezed the tip of Misaki's cock.
"Nnhh!" Trying to resist the pleasure, Misaki tossed his head to the side. He couldn't let this pervert's touch turn him on.
Still, it was not up to him to decide how his body responded to the sensations, and soon his manhood started to harden. The sight made Jeff chuckle darkly.
"It seems as though you are enjoying this as well, Takahashi-kun. What a naughty little maid."
Misaki felt even more disgusted by every word that left his master's lips. How a person could do something like this without feeling the tiniest bit of guilt was beyond him. Regardless of how much he respected and liked Jeff before, he currently hated the man.
Ignoring the glare Misaki sent him, Jeff brought his hands to his own trousers and undid the button. He was dressed in one of his suits and didn't bother taking of any other piece of clothing aside from his pants, which he pushed down along with his underwear. His cock was already hard, pre-cum spilling from the tip.
"You did a very good job yesterday, but I'm sure it will feel even better when I'm inside of you." Jeff pumped his erection a couple of times while he eyed Misaki's naked body. Then, he forced the brunet's legs apart and pressed the head against the entrance.
Misaki began to panic once more. Even though he had never had sex with another man before, he couldn't imagine that being fucked raw was something pleasurable. Besides, his mind was most certainly not ready for this. He closed his eyes and turned his head away, not wanting to look at the man on top of him. His silent pleas could not be heard because of the rag, leaving him with no other option than to pray that Jeff would stop.
Yet, in the back of his head, Misaki knew that his prayers were in vain.
A sharp pain coursed through the teen's body when the first inch of Jeff's cock was forced inside of him, stretching the ring of muscles around his opening. Misaki's body jerked, a hiss escaping him.
'Stop, please pull it out. I don't want this,' Misaki pleaded in his head. He felt so…so filthy. Not only was he having sex with another man, but it was also completely against his will. What had he done to deserve such a punishment?
Jeff was grinning hungrily, but the poor brunet failed to notice this as his eyes were closed from the intense pain. Large hands gripped Misaki's slender sides, sliding down his hips and squeezing the skin harshly.
"You're so tight, Takahashi-kun," he spoke hoarsely, "I love how you're clenching around me."
'Don't say that.'
Teeth found the skin of Misaki's chest and bit a patch of it, leaving a small red bite mark just below his right nipple. The boy wriggled and twisted as Jeff continued to leave bite marks and hickeys, moving to his belly and marring the delicate skin. It was as though he was showing Misaki that he was in charge and that the tA soft snicker could be heard and Misaki growled in irritation, but his breath turned quick when Jeff thrust inside him roughly, almost making him cry out. It felt like his inner walls were tearing, causing a strange stinging warmth to envelop within him. Perhaps it was because he was bleeding from the roughness of his master's actions. Misaki didn't know what to think anymore; he just wanted this to be over quickly.
However, unlike his victim, Jeff didn't mind taking his time. He loved the heat and softness and tried to bury himself as deep as possible into the little housekeeper's body. His tongue had replaced his teeth, licking the red and purple marks on Misaki's skin. Without a doubt, Jeff was admiring the brunet's entire being. He pounded into the teen faster, smirking against his skin.
Misaki could only faintly feel the burning down below; the pain had caused his nerves to go numb. Still, the shame he felt only grew with each movement his master made. There was no way Misaki could ever forget about this. No, this was going to haunt him, perhaps even for the rest of his life.
Jeff was leaving a scar that couldn't be ignored.
When a certain spot within him was pressured, Misaki felt a sudden spark of electricity shoot to his lower regions. It wasn't painful, but that made it all the more mortifying. Refusing to believe that he was actually starting to feel good, Misaki tried to ignore the intense impulses as Jeff continued to hit his prostate successfully.
Tears had filled Misaki's eyes and he was biting the rag in his mouth to restrain the moans that threatened to escape. There was no way in hell that he would give his master the idea that he was enjoying this. It didn't matter how eagerly his body was responding. It didn't mean a thing that Misaki's erection was as hard as could be and spilling colorless fluids. No matter what every part of his body was telling Jeff, Misaki hated what was happening to him.
Groaning in pleasure, Jeff let his eyes wander to Misaki's manhood before looking at the teen's face. "You're responding so shamelessly," he whispered teasingly, "Does it feel that good? Honestly, I never thought you were such a slut."
'Shut up! Stop talking and just go away!' Mentally screaming these words full of hatred, Misaki felt how Jeff's movements were becoming irregular and sloppier. It relieved him a bit as he knew that the man was about to cum. Yet, his fear didn't falter.
Jeff leaned down to get closer to Misaki. "Open your eyes," he ordered, "I want you to look at me."
Misaki shook his head in protest, but he couldn't help but obey when Jeff gave a deep, rough thrust. His wet eyes couldn't form clear eyesight because of all the tears, but Misaki could tell that Jeff was having a satisfied look on his face.
'This bastard…'
"You look absolutely wonderful like this," Jeff said, interrupting the boy's thoughts. He grew breathless as he moaned softly, biting his lip as he spilled his seed. The whiteness painted Misaki's walls, the foreign feeling making him shiver. Once he was done, Jeff sat up and slowly pulled out of him. As he noticed how the tears rolled down Misaki's cheeks, he smiled and stroked the teen's cheek.
"Takahashi-kun, don't you ever forget what I did to you this morning."
The words reached Misaki's ears, yet he didn't quite get the message. It didn't really matter anyway, as it was not possible to erase these memories from his mind.
Accepting the silence as a positive response, Jeff undid the rag around Misaki's wrists. The brunet's arms didn't move and nothing happened when the man took the other piece of cloth out of Misaki's mouth. The teen only lay there, silently crying as his body was exhausted and numb from what his master had put him through.
With a final, short kiss on the lips, Jeff got off the bed and redid his trousers. He spared his victim one last glance before he left the room, leaving him there like a broken porcelain doll.
This had gone way too far. When Misaki applied for the job, being raped by his own master was the last thing he'd expected. If he knew, he never would've agreed on working there, but there was no way to turn back time and undo what had been done.
Misaki knew he was in danger. Choosing to work for Jeff any longer would only result into more rape, and perhaps even worse—although he currently couldn't think of anything worse than to be raped. Nevertheless, it was time for him to stand up for himself and get out of that cursed place.
There was only this one problem that got in the way. Quitting his job meant that Misaki had to go see his employer and tell him he refused to work for him any longer. In other words, he would have to go talk to Jeff, something he wasn't exactly looking forward to after recent events. He knew very well that it was his only way out, but what if his master decided to keep him as a hostage?
Cleaning his cheeks with the back of his hand, Misaki sat up and took a deep breath, but it automatically turned into a sob. Trying to calm himself down would be futile; he was still too horrified by what Jeff had done to him.
The fear crawled under Misaki's skin as he thought about running away and getting caught by his master. Leaving without a proper goodbye wasn't an option and he knew this very well. However, whenever he thought about talking to Jeff about quitting his job, he could feel his eyes sting with fresh tears. He felt trapped inside this room and the horrible memories it held.
Then, a knock on the door could be heard. Misaki's bloodshot eyes darted up, staring at the door fearfully. His lips parted to speak, but the teen chose to remain silent, hoping that whoever was knocking would leave him alone.
"Takahashi?"
Misaki breathed a sigh of relief as he recognized Lillian's voice. "Yes, Lillian?" he asked softly, trying to hide the crack in his voice.
For a few seconds, there was nothing but silence. Apparently, Lillian was thinking of something, but eventually she opened the door. The light from the hallway entered the bedroom. When the lady found Misaki on the bed, shock was written all over her face. She ran to the bed in panic and gently laid a hand on the other's shoulder.
"My goodness, what happened to you?"
The brunet didn't speak and lowered his gaze. He was ashamed that Lillian had to see him like this. Although he knew she was kind and caring, it was still embarrassing beyond measure.
Lillian's eyes scanned the hickeys and bite marks on Misaki's body, looking at him worriedly. She turned her attention back to the teen's face, but couldn't gain eye contact as his mossy orbs were hidden under his bangs.
"Takahashi, please tell me what happened."
Misaki finally looked at her and tried to speak. He wanted to tell her what happened despite how he felt, but the words couldn't come out. Instead, only sobs and unintelligible words fell from his lips. His eyes brimmed with tears again.
The look on Lillian's face turned gentle, quite motherly even, and she sat down on the bed next to the boy. Pulling him to her chest, she carefully stroked his hair and held him close.
"It's all right," she whispered soothingly, "I'm here and you're safe with me."
"L-Lillian…" Misaki muttered in a weak voice as he grasped the back of her maid uniform. The warmth of the woman's body comforted him, just like the soft hand on the back of his head. Although he was still scared, he felt secure and safe in Lillian's hands.
After a moment of holding the boy and listening to his ragged breathing and soft whimpers, Lillian pulled back to look at him.
"Did master do this to you?" she asked uncertainly. Her expression was calm and patient, but there was a hint of fright in her voice.
"…Yes."
Sadness filled the maid's eyes as she released the trembling teen. "I'm very sorry you had to go through something so terrible," she apologized sincerely, "I had no idea that master was forcing his housekeepers into sex and I most certainly didn't expect him to do that to a guy." The sound of her voice made it obvious that she felt guilty. Misaki wanted to tell her it wasn't her fault, but he still had trouble speaking properly. His throat hurt like hell from all the crying.
Lillian rose from the bed and walked back to the door. "I will go speak to master and confront him," she assured, "Please put on your normal clothes, Takahashi. I will arrange your resignation; it's not safe for you to stay here any longer." Turning the doorknob, she left the room and walked away.
Misaki stared at the door momentarily, both relieved and scared after Lillian's words. It made him happy to know that Lillian cared so much about his well-being and safety, but at the same time he feared for hers. After the terrible event from that morning, Misaki couldn't tell what kind of person Jeff really was. Perhaps his kindness was only a mask for his aggressive and abusive personality. The brunet didn't want Lillian to get hurt for his sake. He had to make sure she would be all right.
Climbing out of the bed, Misaki felt a painful sting in his hips. He tried to ignore the pain and walked over to the large wardrobe, looking for something to wear. In all honesty, he really wanted to take a shower to clean himself up, but decided against it. Swiftly, he pulled a pair of jeans and a green shirt out of the closet, along with clean underwear and socks, and threw them on.
Thoughts of what to tell Takahiro flew through his head. It had only been a few days since he had started working for Jeff, so he didn't know how to explain to his brother that he had quit his job. The one thing he did know was that he would definitely not tell Takahiro about the rape. He didn't want his brother to worry about him so much and there was nothing he could do to help it. It was all in the past; the damage was done.
The best excuse he could come up with was that he got fired by his master, or that he couldn't adjust to the different lifestyle. Either way, he was going to have to convince Takahiro he was okay and pretend nothing had happened. He would have to hide the scars his master had left for as long as possible.
Someone yelled loudly and Misaki jumped at the sudden sound, unaware of what was happening outside of his room. The voice he could hear was a woman's voice, but it didn't sound like Lillian's. It sounded like Emi was throwing a tantrum.
Misaki listened closely for another minute before he decided to check what was going on. With a shaking hand, he opened the door and got out of his bedroom. There was no one in the corridor and the sound appeared to be coming from the ground floor.
'Emi-sama sounds angry,' the teen noted in his head. Although he couldn't hear what she was saying, the volume and tone of her voice were enough for him to conclude that something had pissed her off.
Hesitantly, Misaki made his way to the staircase and slowly descended the stairs. The hall was also empty and the sound of Emi's voice was coming from the West Wing. When he went there, he found the master and mistress of the house in the lounge, arguing with one another. Lillian was standing next to the couple and simply listened to them, not taking action in any way.
As Misaki stood in the doorway, the maid spotted him and beckoned. She wanted him to come closer, but Misaki held the doorframe tightly, not wishing to be in the same room as the man who had bruised and broken him. He watched as Lillian slowly approached.
Suddenly, Emi and Jeff stopped arguing and looked his way.
"Lillian, what's going on?" Misaki asked carefully as the kind lady touched his shoulder.
"I just informed the mistress and she is rather dissatisfied with the news."
"That, my dear Lillian, is an understatement," Emi responded immediately, "I was aware of Jeff's habit to cheat on me with his housekeepers, but never would I have expected him to actually go as far as to force them. Bribing them was what I had in mind, but not this."
While his wife kept chattering and chiding, Jeff gave Misaki a desperate look.
"Takahashi-kun—"
"Don't you even dare speak to him!" Emi spat angrily, "You have already made him suffer enough." She glared at him before her gaze returned to her housekeepers. "Lillian, please go upstairs and pack Misaki's bags."
"Yes, mistress." Lillian bowed obediently and flashed Misaki a sweet smile as if to ensure his safety.
"This is the last day you will be working here, Lillian." Jeff had managed to shut his wife up and was shooting daggers at the maid. "I didn't think you would ever betray me, but here we are. I'm disappointed in you."
"Excuse me, master, but I would rather be righteous and protect others from you than to force myself into silence and have to carry the unbearable weight of an everlasting guilt." With that, Lillian turned away and left the room.
The tension in the room had only become worse and it made Misaki very uncomfortable. Without the other housekeeper close to him, he felt vulnerable and unprotected. It was fortunate that Emi was still in the room, as she didn't seem to want her man anywhere near the poor brunet.
Emi eyed Misaki emotionlessly and then looked at Jeff. Her expression changed to a proud and confident one.
"Lillian doesn't have to fear losing her job, because I will take her with me." She folded her arms as she said this, earning a look of surprise from her husband.
"Since when do you have a say in who works here?"
"You don't get it, do you? I'm leaving you, Jeff." Emi gave her hair a deft flip and took a step forward. "Since you'd rather please yourself in a way I cannot tolerate, I do not wish to live with you any longer. I will move out with Lillian and you are not going to stop me."
Jeff gritted his teeth, a low growl escaping him. He turned around to break eye contact with the woman.
"Do as you please," he said in English, "I don't need a worthless slut like you anyway."
Misaki didn't understand what his master was saying to Emi, but he could tell from the way the other glared that it was something negative. When Emi grabbed her husband's shoulder and slapped him across the face, Misaki froze in utter shock. His eyes followed her movements as she walked away from the man and paused in front of him.
"Let's go, Takahashi-kun," she said, "I will see you out."
Without further complaint, Misaki got himself together and followed her to the front door of the mansion. He was asked to wait there while Emi went outside to talk to one of the drivers. In the meantime, Lillian returned with the teen's two suitcases.
"I think I have packed everything, but you're free to check if something's missing," she said as she put the luggage down.
"Thank you, Lillian."
Emi came back in, followed by a driver in uniform. She glanced at Lillian and nodded. In response, the maid left the hall and made her way to the kitchen. Once she was gone, the mistress focused on Misaki again.
"Are you ready to leave?" she asked him, her tone a lot gentler than before.
Misaki nodded shyly. "Yes, I am. Thank you very much for helping me."
"There's no need for you to thank me," the lady replied, "Frankly, I feel like I should be apologizing to you for what Jeff has done to you. I know my words can never change what happened, but please know that I am truly sorry."
Upon hearing the honest apology, Misaki felt a mild blush dust his cheeks. "I-it's fine, Emi-sama. You didn't know any of this, so I'm not blaming you."
The woman merely smiled at him and then ordered the driver to put Misaki's belongings in the trunk. She bid the boy farewell and stood by the door as he made his way to the car. Misaki stepped into the vehicle and put on his seatbelt, staring out of his window. His eyes found Emi and he looked at her with a pained expression in his eyes.
A feeling of guilt struck the brunet as the car began to move. He had left Lillian and Emi behind with the man who had scarred him and couldn't stop worrying about them. If Jeff was as heartless to them as he'd been to Misaki, then it was possible he would harm the two women as well. Misaki didn't want to be the blame of this; he had already done enough.
While the ride continued, Misaki began to think more about what had occurred. Within those three days he had worked for the Honda family, his master had forced him to wear a maid uniform, give him a blowjob in front of a stranger, and he had even had sex with him against his will. Putting that aside, Misaki had also ruined the relationship between Emi and Jeff and destroyed their household. Needless to say, he wasn't feeling a lot better than before.
Misaki sighed softly. At least he was away from Jeff, which meant that he was safe again. If he'd had to stay at the Honda Estate any longer, he had probably lost his mind. It was a place full of memories he wanted to leave behind, even though he knew it was impossible.
He only prayed that the pain could be forgotten someday.