The following day, the sun rose up with the same usual vigor while I could barely open my eyes. My entire body was hurting from the beat-up from the night before. It was too heavy on me to quickly brush it off and wake up to my routine; I felt weak and useless again.
Yet things got worse as soon as my father woke up with a hangover from the previous day, shouting and kicking stuff all over the house, angrily stumbling all over the place trying to get something to drink to ease his migraine or whatever.
"YUI! YUI! WHERE'S THE FUCKING WATER!?" My angry dad shouts my name, and I quickly respond with a cup of water. My father angrily grabs the water and drinks it after looking at me for a hot second, probably being able to notice all the belt marks all over me.
"What the fuck happened to you? UH!? Are you selling yourself like a prostitute now or what?!" My father angrily shoves me against the ground as he takes his belt off, ready to hit me himself, while I simply crawl back into a ball on the floor, waiting for him to hit me.
"Tell me bitch! Are you whoring yourself out!? UH!?" My father shouts louder while hitting me with all his might using his belt, causing some of my skin to break and bleed thanks to the tenderness left behind by the man that had previously hit me in the nighttime.
After a couple of minutes of torture, my father finally let go of his belt and tossed over a board and pencil my way to tell him why I was the way I was, to begin with, after having punished me for nothing. "Lord Auri wants his money paid back by the end of the week," I write on the board, along with "His henchmen did this to me."
"Goddamit, that piece of shit said I could pay him at the end of the season. Now he wants his money by the end of the week? FUCK! Why didn't you tell me sooner bitch!?" My father grabs my hand and twists it backward, followed by a violent shove that trips me back down to the floor.
My dad soon goes into deep thought, looking over at me once in a while as I prepare to go to school. Even with all of those belt marks still on me, I wanted to better myself one way or another, and school was one of the only places I could have some peace, so it was worth going.
Without delay, I left home at the same time as always, leaving my father at home alone, who would probably hammer himself out again like always; at least he had been decent enough to let me go to class every day at no cost to him, thanks to the help of the church.
"My god, Yui, what happened to you? Did your father hit you again?" After greeting me at the school gate, one of the nun teachers asked me, quickly applying a soft and warm feeling of healing magic over my wounds and minor cuts. I soon grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and wrote.
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"Bad men want Dad to pay his debts; they hurt me." The nun quickly comes over to hug me, warming me up further as my heart opens up. This world, despite all of its flaws, still had good, kind-hearted people like the nuns, but so far, they were in the minority.
Moments later, I'm dismissed from the infirmary, and I return to class where we learn a couple of things about magic and some other subjects like language, math, and other not-so-easy stuff like history and geography, all things I had no idea about.
"Hey! You can't just barge in like that! Hey!" A nun angrily shouts at a man who soon opens the door to my classroom, interrupting the whole class just to start asking for me. I naturally panicked and tried to hide away, but the teacher soon gave me away.
"You have to come with us; your father sold you out," The man says right before the entire class, who doesn't show a single bit of empathy, instead choosing to call me names and ridicule my father and me for the weakness of his love toward me.
The same red-haired man soon grabs my hand and drags me outside while I try to look out for help; perhaps I thought things wouldn't be the same as always, yet they all remained the same way; nobody helped me, not even when I clearly didn't want to go with the man who began to touch me inadequately.
"Stop resisting! You're the property of Lord Auri now, so you better behave." The man tells me as he walks around with me while grabbing me by the ass instead of my hand. Why did this have to happen to me? I asked myself, trying to keep my emotions in check so I didn't go into a blind rage or despair.
The people walking around the streets all turn a blind eye as a grown man gropes me right before everyone until we make it to what I assumed was the Lord's house. Once inside the house, I notice how the whole place smells like drugs, and there are more girls around my age, all drugged up and in skimpy attires.
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Something about the whole place enraged me even more; even for a pervert like me in my previous life, this was too much. It was one thing to have fantasies like that deep within your imagination, but it was another thing entirely to actually go ahead and do it and make it a reality.
"This should cheer you up! Go over there and change, you are up for the next shift, no time to rest bitch." The man pinches my arm with some sort of needle, injecting something into me that makes everything feel fuzzy and surreal. I suddenly become unable to distinguish between reality and imagination.
One thing about whatever the man had given me was that it made me far more complaint; I instinctively went over to the dressing room and changed into very tight, skimpy bikini-like clothes. I felt like I wasn't even there, but I was. At the same time, everything didn't feel like it usually did; my depression was suddenly gone.
NO! Wake up! Wake up! I didn't wish to end up like one of them. I reminded myself as I looked around coherently for one last time, seeing just how perverse the other girls were with their customers, practically having open-sex orgies all over the place.
Yet my resistance lasted for only a couple of moments later as my kidnapper administered another dose of drugs that blinded my consciousness and my moral compass with feelings of happiness and nothingness. I didn't feel a thing; I didn't exist.