Hibara was eventually conscious after hours of being unconscious. She opened her eyes wider and sat up. She was in a huge room with a grostheque designed on the wall and ceiling. The floor was cold and the patterns were like an art but similar on every square. There were transparent walls which she believed were made of glass with the beautiful scenery of different geometric buildings. She knew that she was in the city and it was much different from her village.

Her father was originally from the city and he was a traveler but he stayed in the village after he got married to her mother when they were young. Her father used to tell her a lot of stories about the city but the present city was more developed than the city her father used to tell. He stopped traveling 2 decades ago which was in 1937.

She looked ahead when she heard the sound of the door being opened then three men. They were the Mafia don, his secretary and his bodyguard.

The Mafia don went closer to her then squatted in front of her. He pulled her yukata and stripped her, neglecting her tears. He looked away in great disappointment. He pulled her prosthetic leg and examined the material used.

"You, you're not perfect! You're worthless but your prosthetic leg is worth a great price," depicted the Mafia don.

He stood and ordered his bodyguard to remove her prosthetic leg and immediately ordered him to dispose of her. Hibara hugged his legs and begged him to give her liberation in exchange for her talent.

"What can you offer me that is worth my price?" The Mafia don asked without looking at her.

"Arts, painting! I can paint for you and you can sell them. If one painting isn't enough, then I'll paint more!" She cried.

"Very well, your wish will be granted but the first art must be worth the price of your perfect body. You finish your painting within 4 hours,"

"4? That won't be enough,"

"Then die."

The Mafia don left the room together with his secretary and his bodyguard. Soon, a female servant in an odd black and white outfit entered the room with a complete set of art tools together with a huge canvas. She left immediately.

Two men in black suits were ordered to guard her and one of them was bald. She painted her art on the floor since she couldn't stand in the absence of her prosthetic leg.

She tied her hair then drew. She wept away her sweat everytime they almost dropped on her art. The bald man looked at her in a lecherous way even though she only had half of her right hip. Her sweaty fair neck looked sexy, her slender hand moving the brush made him arouse compassion. Her exposed leg was fair and smooth, he had a strong desire to touch and kiss it.

Hibara managed to finish her art a minute before her time ended. The Mafia don came back to the room and was enchanted by her beautiful painting. It was a painting of a black-hair woman in a blood red dress walking in dark greyish water. The sky was dark and the scenery looked melancholic. He ordered his man to move her to a room where she could paint all day long.

The two men who guarded her harshly dragged her to a huge similar room but empty. The room only had a bathroom and small trees planted in vases, located at each corner of the room. They left art tools and huge papers to draw on in the room and a small round wooden table in the middle of the room. All of the men abandoned her in the room so that she could hear the sound of the door being locked.

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She laid on the cold floor and gazed upon the grostheque golden pattern attached to the white ceiling. She buried her face in her palms and cried thinking that she was farther from her father and her fiancé was dead.

She sat up straight then wept her tears away when a man entered the room. He was the bald bodyguard. He locked the door and got closer to her. He pulled her leg then grabbed hands.

"What are you doing! Let go of me!" Hibara screamed and cried.

"Shhh," he put his index finger on her lips, "I'll wipe away your tears and let you enjoy the modern entertainment."

Hibara was terrified by his words. His voice was deep and low. She tried to crawl away but the man moved faster than she did. She cried and begged the man to leave her alone.

"Shhh, be a good girl," he whispered.

He spread her leg and removed her yukata. He rushly unzipped his trousers and inserted something into her private part. She screamed in pain but the man covered her mouth with his palm. Unfortunately, nobody was there at the moment and nobody helped her.

She cried but her beautiful teary eyes made the man want more. She could feel something hot entering her and her body heated up.

The man left her naked on the cold floor after he was fully satisfied. He kissed her chest before he left then locked the door again. She was weak and immobile.

She pulled her yukata slowly and covered her naked body like a blanket then cried. She didn't stop crying thinking that her good day had rotted and she even lost her virginity on the same day. She eventually slept due to her weakening body.

She opened her eyes slowly after a few hours of sleeping. She saw some good food prepared on a silver tray which was on the round table. Her stomach was rumbling but she ain't got the appetite to eat the attractive food. She sat up slowly and put on her yukata. She ate a little bit of the food that was almost untouched when she was done.

Half an hour later, a different female servant entered the room and picked up the tray then left again.

Hibara didn't know what to do except drawing but her sadness restricted her from being a talented painter but she forced herself to paint a more productive and exotic art.

The next day, while painting her new art, a different bodyguard entered the room. He was hefty and he had a lower ponytail. He was in his thirties, judging from his beard and moustache. Hibara was so surprised and she was terrified. She was traumatized by yesterday's horrific incident.

She tried to drag herself using her hand and headed to the bathroom but the man caught her before she could reach the bathroom. He covered her mouth before she could scream aloud. Poor woman, she cried and begged for mercy.

He hugged her from behind with one of his hands. She could feel his muscles hidden inside the clothes. She pulled his hand downward but his strength was on another level. His palm was bigger than the man before and even bigger than Kazawa's hand.

"You think you can hide in the bathroom, sweety?" He licked her tears then licked her sweaty neck, "don't worry sweety, beside being a painter in this mansion, be the employee of a sex service for the bodyguards here."

She cried then the man untied the **** then exposed her body. He touched her shoulder then moved down slowly. He touched her chest then removed her yukata from her private part, exposing it. Similar as before, a hot long object entered her body via her private part. The man moved his hips back and forward, droning out a voice of satisfaction. She moaned and cried at the same time.

"You're cute, sweety despite being handicap, sweety. Losing a leg won't be a problem, sweety, as long as-" the man inserted his object deeper until she could feel his abs touching her hot bottom, "as long as you're sexy, sweety."

She screamed but not loud because the man's palm was too big to limit the level of her voice. He raped her harsher and quicker.

"Sweety, I wish I could hear your voice screaming," the man whispered with a flirty voice.

Someone knocked on the door then the man stopped. He kissed her neck before he left her and locked her in the room again.

Crying in agony, she screamed and cried loudly due to the stressful day at the new place. She wished to die and she regretted refusing death at the beginning of the deal. She screamed until she lost her melodious voice.