𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊/ ᴰᴬᴮᴵ

♥𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑♥

The way her heart soared at the thought of not being alone. The way her heart clenched as she took in his appearance. The way he ceased her thoughts from the previous night from wandering. The way the room seemed to light up at the thought of not being stuck here by herself anymore.

"Nozomi." That was what the girl came up with. It was cliché and not a common name you would use for a cat. It meant Hope. Something the girl still had even after staying two nights in this miserable place. Even after being touched by a drunk man. Even after being beaten until she passed out.

Hope was the only thing she clung to, the only thing that kept her sane, and she felt that this cat was sent by the heavens to not give up. That, someone was coming, and she took that fragment of hope and clutched it in her arms like it was the last thing she believed in.

Because it was. She had no memory of her past and no memory of how she got here. She didn't even know her own name. She was an empty shell; she was like a child still learning how the world worked and why it worked this way.

'Meow', was the cat's final words before it jumped out of her arms and out the window into the world the (h/c) girl knew nothing about.

"Goodbye Nozomi." She wasn't worried, she knew that Nozomi would be back, and if he came back battered and bruised, she would again hold him in her arms giving him the comfort no one could give her. She would make Nozomi love the world like the (e/c) never could. She would make him feel happiness and love because that's what he deserved.

As the girl thought these things, she couldn't help but wonder if she deserved just as much love and happiness as Nozomi did. If she didn't, she envied the black furry cat, for being able to have such warmth in his heart even after experiencing such cruel things.

The clicking of a lock caused the girl's head to turn to the door. The mysterious man was standing there watching her with his dull green eyes. His intense gaze made the young girl shift uncomfortably.

"Wear this you little slut", was the only thing he said before he through her something and walked out of the room and slammed the door. The loud noise causes you to flinch and cover your ears. You started shaking, you didn't know why, it was just on instinct, like you were expecting more to happen.

'Why couldn't you just be like me and your father, you useless brat', it was a woman throwing things at someone with tears streaming down her face with nothing but disdain in her eyes'

You snapped out of your head and stopped shaking now that your mind was focused on something else. The little flashback you had, you didn't know who she was, or who she was talking to, but she seemed so angry and disappointed it scared you to find out what was happening.

You decided to keep your thoughts in the back of your mind and look at the clothing the mystery man had thrown to you.

It was a black frilly maid outfit. It had a corset for a top, the skirt barely stopping at your mid-thigh, and had thigh-high black socks with frills on top to match. It was cute, and honestly you would have worn it willingly, but in the circumstances, you were in, you already hated the thing.

Again, you didn't dare look at yourself in the mirror, afraid of what you would see. You felt so violated so disgusted. You just wanted this all to end. For you to wake up from this horrible nightmare. And again, you wanted to wake up to your parents shaking you awake because they could hear your whimpering and screams from their own bedroom.

But no matter how much you pinched yourself, you didn't wake up, and all you accomplished was getting nail marks on your upper arm.

This time when the lock of the door clicked, and the creaking of the door sounded it wasn't the mystery man who graced you with his presence but a man in a sleek black suit, his black hair slicked back, and his black dress shoes looked shiny even in the dim room.

His blue eyes looked you up and down. You felt naked in front of his gaze. His aura that was radiating off in waves displayed dominance, his straight face not giving away any type of emotion. Once his eyes met yours you quickly flicked your gaze to the ground, you didn't know these people, and who knew what they would have done to you if you even made direct eye contact.

"They told me to come get you and bring you in the dining room so let's go", his deep voice sent a shiver down your spine, it wasn't a good one either. He scared you –like most things did- your body screamed at you to back away, to run because whoever this guy was, he was dangerous. But where would you run. His large frame was blocking the doorway, and the one window that was in this room was covered by metal bars.

You had no escape, so you hesitantly took a step, and then another, and then another. Your gaze to the floor and your head down the entire time until your slightly trembling frame was right in front of the scary man.

You jumped out of your skin when you felt his hand on your lower back leading you out of the jail cell these weirdos considered a room. He was leading you to the dining room. You could already hear the men laughing and talking from where you were walking.

You weren't ready, you didn't want to face these idiotic men, but you had no choice as you dragged your feet and let the scary man guide you to your doom.