The Service Girl

Once upon a time, there was a girl from an impoverished family.

Her father (38) was a former cop that was killed in action. Her mother (36) didn't want to take care of her anymore because the girl (13) reminded her too much of her deceased husband.

The mother kicked the girl out of the house and took care of the other children.

The girl, still in her teen years, had nothing but the clothes on her back to live with. To get some food and a temporary place to stay, she eventually had to disrobe for others. Initially, she only did menial jobs for some of her old classmates and acquaintances to earn some quick cash.

Later, when the money wasn't nearly enough and her old connections refused to pay up anymore, she (15) introduced herself to others, who were strangers and thrice her age, slowly going beyond the realm of simply stripping. She earned enough to get herself a residence and two meals a day.

She made a living by doing things that no girl her age would do. The many jobs that she did would raise eyebrows and make her the scum of society. Regardless, she didn't want to die before finding something to live for; she wanted to know what it meant to be happy, so she strived to keep herself alive until then.

One day, while working the nightshift as a service girl at a bar, she (17) was kidnapped by the very drunk Young Master (20) of a juggernaut family.

He was very emotionally distressed at the time because he was his family's only heir. His sisters were not valid candidates because they were women and he had no brothers. Hence, his marriage was a very political affair and he had no say in it. He had to listen to what his elders said and be wed to some girl whom he'd never heard of nor seen before.

As the always pampered Young Master he was, his tiny heart couldn't take being commanded by others. He couldn't come to terms with the fact that he had no say in the matters regarding his married life.

Aggrieved, he vented his frustration by raping the service girl.

The service girl didn't cry or resist in protest; well, she did initially, but silenced herself almost immediately after.

It was a dangerous thing for a young woman in the "service industry" to rebel against someone who looked to be rich and influential.

What use was the purity of her body if said body had no life in it?

Consequently, she simply accepted everything the Young Master did because she was long used to being treated like a physical object to ease or please others.

After doing the deed, the Young Master babbled on about his problems and cried himself to sleep in the girl's embrace.

The girl, thinking that the Young Master was quite similar to her, comforted him by hugging him close. She then came to a decision. Since the Young Master himself couldn't escape his fate, how could she, a lowly slut? Would she truly be able to find happiness when someone as coddled as the Young Master couldn't?

The answer was then clear to her. She left the bed stained with the two's recent passion and headed somewhere with motivation in her stride.