Everyone knew about the Sohma Estate. It was the worst kept secret around. The public knew what it was, what happened there… They knew where to go if they needed that sort of… service…
But they didn't know the truth. The truth was darker than anyone could know.
The Sohma Estate was a brothel. The sprawling grounds and luxurious buildings made it perfect. It could offer anything you desired. The privacy and security the owner's vast fortune offered meant clients felt secure, safe.
Everything was private. Everything was allowed. No fantasy was too taboo. The Sohma Estate would provide.
It was owned and run by Akito Sohma.
He was a beautiful man, truly striking. Many clients expressed an interest in spending an evening with him; he refused them all with disgust.
He was ruthless and cunning. Only in his early twenties and he already managed such a successful business. He was entrancing and alluring, he practically emanated sin.
And the reason his business was so successful? His workers. His gutter rats, as he called them.
The thirteen trapped souls he controlled.
They were very popular, and very well received.
Shigure, Hatoru, Ayame and Kureno were allowed live away from the Sohma Estate, and to work part-time in the brothel and part-time at their other jobs.
The others were confined to the Estate.
Most had been abandoned by their parents at a young age. Akito had taken them in, drawn them close. He had fed them, clothed them, given them somewhere to live. Most had received home-schooling from tutors.
And in return he had sold them.
The Sohma Estate catered for every sort of desire, and most clients had a favourite.
Ayame was liked for his beauty. Haru was liked by those who enjoyed BDSM; his dark alter-ego was a considerable turn on. Isuzu and Kagura were popular as they were the only females. Kyo, whilst not being especially popular seemed to be, as Akito offered him cheaply, showing no discrimination in who claimed the boy.
Hiro and Kisa were as yet too young to begin work, much to Akito's impatience and chargin.
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There was one however, who was more popular than all the others.
One who was requested more than the rest, by regular clients and first-timers alike, by those with lots of money, and those without. He was always the most desired.
Because he was the best.
With natural beauty and a lithe, slender body. He had youthful features, but wise eyes. He could be whatever you wanted. And he was very good at what he did. Yuki Sohma.
Being in Akito's care since a young age had taught Yuki all he needed to know about being a good whore.
He hadn't received home-schooling like the others. He couldn't read or write, wouldn't understand numbers in the slightest. He had no notion of history or art or science.
But he could simper and moan and pant in such a way that you believed yourself a God with a magic touch.
He could whisper sweet nothings or deplorable imaginings in your ear, whichever you desired. He could be an angel or a demon, a slave or a master.
He was equally good with male and female clients, young and old. It made no difference to him. This was his job. This was his home. This was his life.
Akito had taught him well.
It was Yuki who Akito rented out to his best clientele. It was Yuki he boasted about, Yuki he used to seal important business deals.
And when the sun began to rise, signalling a new day, and his clients scurried back to their spouses, their children, their jobs and their plain, ordinary lives, it was Yuki he called to his own bed.
After he had taken his fill of the boy Akito would lie back, satisfied. He had his empire, his twelve shining jewels, and Yuki, the diamond at the top.
In the early morning the Sohma Estate was still, quiet and peaceful. The clients had left and the workers had time to themselves.
Most of them slept, showered, ate… tried to forget the night before. When darkness fell they rose once more.
They weren't accustomed to the sun. They were, as Yuki had often thought, creatures of the night… creatures of the underworld.
Oh dear, what have I done? Someone should stop me!