New story, yay!

Disclaimer: It kills me to say it, but I don't own.

I gotta warn you though, some pretty intense stuff (not really):

-one sided OroSasu. That means that there are going to potentially be some non-con yaoi scenes, I haven't decided yet if I want to include it. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to click the back button. I will warn you when there are yaoi scenes if you still want to read it. If that doesn't deter you, well then you're a trooper.

-mentions lots of non-con sex

-most characters are between 12-16 years of age (underage sex)

I think that's it. If you're still reading this, enjoy...

Freedom is an Illusion

Chapter 1

Hope is Dead

XoXoX

I stood outside one of the many client rooms waiting for the client to make his exit. My eyes shot down to the floor when I heard the door open. He sighed contently while zipping up his pants. I can feel his lustful gaze on me. I refused to look up or move until he is out of sight.

The mess inside the room was something I had forced myself to get used to long ago. The poor girl laying on the floor had bruises on her face and various parts of her body. There was a sicken pinkish liquid with specks of red that decorated her inner thighs. She was drifting in and out of consciousness. My gut retched at the sight, though I have seen worse. I carefully tried to move her from the floor to the nearby bed, but her cries of pain notified me that she shouldn't be moved at the moment.

Her once vibrant brown eyes were now dull and almost lifeless. I stroked some of her brown hair out of her face. I wanted to cry, she was one of best friends. But I knew I had to heal her wounds before I break down.

She wanted to speak, but her voice was too strained to do so. I grabbed my medical kit and began the task of cleaning up all her wounds. Her groans of pain cause me to shudder every time I apply rubbing alcohol to different parts of her body. "I know, I know it hurts." I try to sympathize with her, but in all honesty I couldn't even begin to understand how she feels.

She was a sex slave. She is forced to entertain many men everyday, just like every other girl and some boys here. I didn't have to go through that. My master says that I can't please any man with the way I look. That tore something in me, but at the same time I was happy. I didn't have to sleep with adulterous men. But I always had to see the aftermath of what these people go through. My job is to prepare them for the next man to come in and repeat the amount of damage done.

I hate it.

I hate hearing their screams and pleas.

I hate seeing their blood and bruises.

I hate feeling their broken souls.

But most of all, I hate knowing that I can't do anything to help them.

It's not like I can kill my master and then set everyone free. We are all marked by our profession. Some other slave master will come and capture us, then we'll work for them. It always seems as though the last master was never as cruel as the next.

"Hurry up with that whore! There are clients out there waiting." Kabuto shouts impatiently at me. He was the master's right hand man, he was also the head doctor in the compound. He was the one who taught me everything I know now.

I glance over my shoulder at him. "She's pretty hurt. It could be a bit longer before she can continue."

"I don't care, do what you have to do and get to room 119." My heart nearly stopped, that was the room that Ino usually was in. He leaves and I can feel tears fall down my face. Tenten's weak hand gently brushes them away. I admire her strength; being able to do what she does and not cry. While I on the other hand can only imagine and that alone brings me to tears. After I'm done with the cleaning process, I help her sit upright.

It was almost quiet, I can hear in the distant a girl scream and a male laugh. "Go." My attention turned to her.

"What?"

"Go help her. I'll be fine." She said with a small smile. I didn't want to leave her, but I knew I had to. Ino might be extremely hurt. I gave her a hug before exiting her room. All I could do was hope that she would be okay.

Ino was very popular with the men. They loved how her body was curvy in all the right places and how she was only twelve. She was also very pretty, she looked like a model. Her hair was so long and blonde, her eyes were bluer than the ocean, and her lips were pleasantly plump. Men spent thousands of dollars just to have an hour with her. They never treated her the way she deserves to be treated. I have never once walked into her room and not found her curled up in a ball crying her eyes out.

That's the price you pay for beauty, I suppose. Her parents sold her here when she was ten because their flower shop was failing. Now they get ten percent of the money that is spent on Ino and their small flower shop has blossomed into a multimillion corporation. There is no justice in this world. They only came to see her once, and the only thing they could say was that they were sorry and thankful.

She was confused, but I was angry. They had more than enough money to set her free, but they didn't. They left her here. She was their fallback plan; if the business fails they can always count on their daughter. I've developed a grudge against her parents, while she still remains stunned by it all. She couldn't believe that the people that was supposed to love and care for her would actually force her into doing this.

This was a life that you wouldn't even wish for your worst enemy. And yet they sold her like a used car.

I wasn't surprised to see her in her usual spot crying. It was like this every time. I sat next to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. She looked up with a broken smile, obviously happy to see me.

"I can't stand this anymore." She said. "It's not fair! I don't deserve this! I never did anything wrong to anyone." No one deserves to be here. Most, if not all, of these people were here since they were little kids. Their pure and hopeful minds, tainted and crushed the moment they step foot on the compound. I never had much hope in life, but the little amount I did was long gone. I used to pray that one day my parents will find me and save me from this place.

I was so naive back then. My master opened my eyes when he told me that no one will ever love me. At first I didn't believe him but when I thought about it, it all made since. No parent in the world would just abandoned their kid near a dumpster. I was trash to them but once they found out about the sex trade business, I was a gold mine. They didn't care about me, they certainly didn't love me.

But it's okay. I could be in Ino's place. But I'm not because I'm not pretty enough.

Then again he doesn't find any of the girls very attractive. He even finds Ino to be repulsive, and she's drop dead gorgeous. I should be thankful for this because I wouldn't want to be his personal slave. He's so creepy, he didn't seem human most of the time. Everyone around him trembles when he speaks. He has a sadistically pleasant voice that keeps you on edge because he can say anything with a smile on his face.

He's condemned so many people to death, all with a smile. I hated to think about it, even more so to see it. Luckily I didn't have to see him often and if I did that means something is wrong or someone is about to die.

I want to say that it will be over soon. But I can only guarantee that if she wants to kill herself. And as bad as life is, no one wants to do that. They still cling onto hope with a strong unbreakable grasp, but I let go.

Hope is dead to me.

XoXoX

I'm in the lounge area of the compound. There are a lot of men in business suits here. One of the waitresses is really sick and can't work, so I had to fill in for her. I hate the men here. They think it's okay to slap every girl on the ass and talk to us as if we belong to them.

The urge to kill them all was strong, but I knew that there was no way for me to do so. Sitting at one of the V.I.P booths was a man who can be seen around here on any given day. He is the author of this terribly trashy porno book and comes here often for 'inspiration'. He looked at me and motioned me over to him. I now had the urge to vomit everywhere as I got closer to him. I hate old perverts, they are the worse kind.

"What's a pretty little girl like you doing here?" He knows damn well why I'm here. Fucking asshole is probably the reason I'm here. I don't remember what my captors look like, but I know they don't go around kidnapping people unless they were ordered to. There aren't that many people in this country that can afford slaves. I know he is one of them.

"Gotta pay the bills somehow." I replied sarcastically to his dumb question.

He was smart enough to realize that I was too young to be paying bills. At any rate, I don't get paid at all in exchange for living here for free. He smiles. "You know, I need another girl for this movie I'm filming. You interested?"

"My contract forbids me from doing anything that involves being in the media." I say like the voice from an answering machine. I walk away before we can continue our enlighten conversation. All slaves had contracts. What it says exactly varies on where you came from, what you look like, and how old you are. My master didn't like how I looked, therefore didn't want me to be publicized. He was ashamed of me.

His estate was somewhere up in the millions of dollars. The beauty of his 'property' contributes to that. The more beautiful you are, the more you're worth. Someone like Ino is worth at least a few hundred million dollars. While I am about three hundred thousand, at best. In the 'real estate' business that's not worth much if anything at all.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Rinji was scouring the lounge to make sure we are all on our best behavior. A few weeks ago a girl smacked a client in the face. She's still paying the price for that moment. And just a few days ago, someone accidentally tripped and spilled some drinks all over a high paying client.

She was drowned as punishment.

We all had on fake smiles and cheery attitudes while he walked by and inspected us. I tensed when I felt him behind me. He was a little too close for comfort. Then again he could several miles away from me and that's still too close. His hand rested on my hip. "I have to say, that outfit looks lovely on you."

I never expected him to say that. I didn't think that he like me none too much. Looking down at my almost nonexistent outfit, I could see why he might like it. The skirt was so short that if I bent down some lucky guy would get to see my ass. The shirt had a very low cut meaning to expose cleavage, but my breast were small so it didn't really look right. To finish it all off were the standard six inch heels.

Rinji was the master's left hand man. He was nowhere near as cruel as Kabuto. Some of the girls trusted him due to his laid back personality, but I didn't trust him at all. "It's a shame that Orochimaru-sama doesn't see the beauty that you will turn into." Silence was my response. He didn't like that so he turned me around to face him. I avoided looking into his black eyes until he lifted my chin up to look at him.

"I have to work." I say timidly. I'm not sure why I thought that excuse would work. He could get me out of doing work if he felt the need to. The atmosphere that surrounded us was telling me that he wanted me in the worse sense of the word.

Thankfully Kabuto came marching around the corner. "There you are! Orochimaru-sama needs us right now." He sent a glare at me like it was my fault Rinji wasn't where he needed to be before storming off with a reluctant Rinji following behind him.

XoXoX

By the end of the night I was exhausted. I couldn't wait to go to my small jail like room that I shared with Hinata, another good friend of mine. She was a nurse as well. Her father sold her about three years ago when her mother died. He thought that Hinata was a waste of space and doesn't deserve to bear the family name. In lieu of killing her, he just gave her up to master and the rest is history.

"How was your day?" She asked quietly. She was really shy. Most men would find that adorable but the problem is that she tends to faint and have seizures when placed in uncomfortable situations. That was seen as a turn off by many. So master decided just to make her a nurse.

"The same." Degrading, horrifying, hopeless; that was what I go through everyday.

A smile accompanied her words. "It could be worse." She said trying to see the brighter side of things. As much as I wanted to return the small gesture, I didn't. I knew that it could get worse, but that didn't make me happy.

"It could." I replied flatly.

"I wish someone would come and set us free." She said with a hint of sadness to her voice.

Wishing was a lot like hope -a waste of time. I used to wish that my parents would come and get me. When that didn't happen, I gave up. I was crushed that my master was right; no one would ever love me.

I don't say anything in response. I didn't want my negative outlook on the future to bring everyone else down. I'm sure that their parents somewhat regret condemning them to this life. I know mine aren't.

But I don't even care anymore.

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