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Chapter 1: Satoshi's Ordeal

"You're so gorgeous, Satoshi." Said my uncle, forcing me to sit in his lap. He made me put my hand on his crotch.
"Please, stop it Uncle!" I said, trying to break free of his grasp. This has pretty much been every day of my life since my parents died five years ago. I used to be so boyish. I used to be so energetic. I used to be happy. Then my parents pushed me out of the way of a moving car with a drunk driver in it, taking the hit themselves. Not only was I broken emotionally, but had to live at my uncle's house. My parents tried to keep me away from him, because he was deemed unsafe by my mom and dad. I didn't understand what they meant by it until he molested me the night after my parents' funeral. I was only 10. It was my 10th "birthday present". That's right. My two birthday presents were the funeral of my parents, and my virginity forcefully taken by my uncle. It's my 15th birthday today. March 21st. A day marked by the blood from not only my parents, but my rectum as well.
"Happy Birthday, Satoshi-chan. Mmmmmm." He slammed his lips into mine, making me even more uncomfortable. Ever since he took me in, my uncle made me more feminine. He made me grow my hair a bit, raped me, called me "Satoshi-chan." And when I came home from school, would tear my clothes off and force me into some slutty girls' outfit. Like the kind used at strip clubs from what I've heard from my uncle.
I tried to break away from the kiss, but he forced me back in. I was so sick and tired of it. By this point, I was left not only a little attracted to boys and men, but almost deathly afraid of them at the same time. Every now and then, my uncle would invite his pedophile friends over, and sell me to them for money. Then at the end, they'd all gang rape me. This was my home life. At school, I almost always avoid everyone. My uncle's meddling with my appearance made me look androgynous. Thus I was sometimes regarded as the most beautiful "girl" in school. Sometimes girls would come up to me and start hitting on me, sometimes guys too, for my appearance associated with girls. Some of these girls liked feminine-boys for some reason. I'd've thought they'd go for the hunky, muscular guys, but I guess my school is unusual. There were a couple times I almost got molested on my way home from school by them, before they removed my underwear, and realized I was a boy. Instead of beating me up like I thought they would, they questioned me about it, asked about my situation, and when I told them how I live, I somehow managed to make them so sad, they vowed to never molest anyone ever again, strangely enough. If only that could be applied to my uncle. But here I am, getting my shirt torn off, and dragged into the bathroom by my now-naked uncle, who had the bath ready. I hate this. He pushed me into the tub, and then got in himself. He grabbed me and sat me down on his legs as if I were straddling a horse, and started raping me. This was my life. When he was done, he draped me over his shoulder, dried us both off, and threw me down on the bed. I lay there, naked, trying to fight back the tears. This was my life. I was too scared to do anything about it. Too afraid of my uncle to fight back. Unfortunately, I let a few tears out, and cried myself to sleep.

The next morning, I saw my uncle wiping himself with a tissue, then put on his work clothes. He was a mechanic apparently of God-knows-what. He walked out the door without saying a word to me, and left. I was still naked, so when I got up, I felt something leak meaning he raped me again in my sleep. Probably before I woke up. I had gotten so used to getting molested, sometimes I would get raped going to sleep without even knowing, as sad as that is. It was a Saturday, so I didn't have to worry about fixing the bed as fast as I do on school mornings. I cleaned myself up, took a shower, put on some clothes, and changed the bedding like I normally do in the morning. After that I watched the news. I saw the normal rundown of the weather, politics, and somewhat unordinarily, a report on a truck that hit someone. I turned the TV off, and ran to the bookstore. When my uncle sold my body to his friends, I was given half the money. So I just went inside, and bought some manga. I went back and spent the rest of the day reading it, when someone rang the doorbell. I went to go check the door, and there was a man in work clothes that look almost exactly like my Uncle's, saying, "Are you... Satoshi? Tetsu's nephew?" "Yes, I am. Has something happened sir?" I asked in reply. "Well I'm sorry to say this, but Tetsu was killed on the way to work today. He was hit by a truck." Just then, time stopped for me. I felt my body temperature rise. I didn't know whether to feel happy or sad. How should I react? What should I say? I dropped to the ground staring at it, then fell forwards and blacked out.

I woke up, and found the man who came to my door step by my side. "Oh thank god, you're awake!" I sat up and looked at him. He must've nursed me back to health. "Um... Did you lay me here?" "Yes, I did Satoshi-Kun. The death of your uncle must've really hit you hard." Oh that's right. The person who's been raping me just about every night since I was 10 was hit by a truck. "Oh... I don't know." "Well anyway, do you need anything? Do you want me to call someone, want me to run to the store and get you some medicine, food, anything?" He asked. "Um... No I don't think so. Thank you anyway." I replied. "Oh okay. Maybe I'll check in on you every now and then, but I have to go. And I'm really sorry for your loss." "Oh no, it's okay, really." "Okay, well anyway, bye." He walked out. I sat there staring at the wall for about a minute, when all of a sudden, I felt a surge of joy course through my body. Smiling, realizing I was free of that perverted bastard of an uncle of mine, I got up, skipped around in circles. This joy lasted for a few days. And then my landlord showed up and told me I couldn't stay any longer, and that I'd have to be out in a few days. So living on the streets was going to be my life? I didn't have any friends, family, anyone to stay with. Thus, I stood unknowingly at the gateway to an opportunity that would affect me for the rest of my life.