a/n: this was a request for a friend i wrote a while back

Yonaka's mind was blank. She did not know what to think, to feel, to be aware of. Her mind just felt so... empty.

Her hands were tied, her school uniform ripped apart, shirt torn off and her red patterned skirt tossed away somewhere. Bruises on her body all over, her hair a complete mess, all she could do was lie there, not having the strength to move. It hurt so much, in all the ways of mentally, emotionally and physically.

There was nearly completely dark in the room, or rather, prison cell, she was in. Only possible light illuminated from the squared window behind bars, yet it still only shined the light of the full moon. It seemed to the highschool girl as if she never saw daytime ever in her prison cell.

Ever since she got into this god forsaken Castle, it was clear she was never meant to escape. There were various ways this could have gone, but this was absolute torture she's ever felt in her life. Her tormentor, the psychopathic blonde haired girl knew no lines to this.

Nearly every day, she came into her "room" and gave her a childish greeting, much like her personality altogether.

"Good morning, Yonaka-tan~! Are you feeling fine? I sure am."

More often than not, the highschool girl wouldn't have liked what was to come next. She knew she was used, toyed with, dirty, and with almost no sanity left in her. She just let it all happen to her, no means of trying to fight back (she didn't even stand a change), it's been far too long. Her past memories have nearly completely faded. She accepted her fate long ago, even if she detested it, wished for nothing more than for it all to end.

Yonaka can feel the psychopathic female's soft yet with sharp crimson fingernails trace across her cheek, the other hand holding her face. She could practically feel the awful grin on the other's face as she whispers the word "mine", the braided girl hardly feels anything, she's probably not supposed to, as toys often do not, no matter what kind.

Because that's all she was.

A toy.