A FIGHT FOR A CHANCE ||18+ ||sukunaXfem!reader

The Life of a Peseant

TW:  cursing, suicidal thoughts, abuse, rape and kidnapping.

Word count - 1526

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Pain...

Suffering...

Beatings...

And hard, hard work...

This was the life of a peasant called Y/N Sekushi, a girl from a small village in japan. Y/N had a mother...but wasn't sure if she was alive. Her mother was kidnapped as a whore and sold off to a place far, faaaaar away. Her father was heartbroken, and went to waste their small money of drinking and women. When Y/N was around 10, her father would bring various women home for sex. He would make her cook, clean and even farm for him. Y/N's father wasn't a bad man, he had just went down the wrong path...

It was a calm, peaceful morning when you woke up. You softly yawn as you rub your eyes to rid of any leftover sleep. You pad over to your small dresser, getting fresh clothes for your shower. After getting clothes, you head out the house to a slightly dirty stream for a nice shower. Most peasants weren't given clean and running water, so they often used the streams and rivers. You set your clean kimono and socks down on a rock and strip from your dirty clothes. You pause, scanning the area before you remove your undergarments. Due to your village being poor, men and boys would often snatch up girls and women for their own twisted pleasures. After making sure the cost is clear, you completely strip and step into the stream. You had made a small clay cup that you used for showers. You pick up your cup and use it to pour semi-warm water into your S/C skin as you scrub all the grim and dirty away.
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After a relaxing shower, you go into town to look around the market. You need some ingredients for tonights supper and some herbs for the medicinal cabinet. There was only one gold coin and four silver coins, your father hadn't worked in a while...You reach the market, and spotted some healthy looking vegetables! A soft gasp escapes your lips as your feet unconsciously take you to the vegetable merchant.

"Hm? Why hello little girl! What may I get you?"

The man who appeared to be at least a middle-aged asked. A finger slid under your chin, pondering over how many and what ingredients you'd need for tonights supper.  Your soft voice rang out as you pointed to lettuce, carrots and a radish.

"May I have these three?"

The man grinned at the large request.

"That would be one gold coin or 5 silver coins."

He held out his slightly calloused palm as he awaited his payment. You softly winced as you thought about losing your only gold coin...Was it worth it? Were you getting scammed? You hesitated as you shakily placed the last gold coin in his hand. Your hand quickly recoiled back as he caressed your soft hands and licked his lips.

You ended up forgetting about the herbs and just went home out of annoyance and discomfort. It was around evening when you arrived back home. Luckily your father was sober at least didn't appear to have an item that could hurt you in his hand this time. As you closed the door, his head turned to look at you.

"Where were you, Y/N?"

He asked, a bit worried why you were gone so long. You set down the vegetables in the small kitchen of your home before turning your head to look at him, blinking your E/C eyes.

"Father, I was at the market to get ingredients for supper. I...hope you don't mind it cost our last gold co-"

a loud smack rang through the small room as your father hand had striked you. Your head flings to the side, your cheek immediately turned a bright red against your S/C skin. You tried to hold back your tears as the danced behind in your eyes. You felt too old to cry, you were 16 for crying out loud.