Cruelty (1)

"Nggh.." Moaning a little she opened her eyes.

Her body was stiff and what she felt pressed against her was the hard wooden floor. Still disoriented she tried to move.. to find that her hands were tied to the back and her legs were tied at the feet.

The room was dark, and the temperature made her shiver. The only light source was that lone blue flame. It illuminated a shadow.

"She wanted to know where she was, her head felt like lead and she couldn't think straight. There was something tight around her neck, it was itchy, she wanted to remove it.

"Ya finally awake eh? I didn't think th'd be so effective." the shadow flickered.

"Hmr?"

Cling-- The sound of a small glass bottle rolling across the floor rang

"Now then, before I move you to the slave market, I think I should figure out what kind of worth you have."

This sticky voice-- Prune sobered up at the realization and wanted to pull up the UI when she felt an electrocution where the thing around her neck was and an intense headache struck her.

"AHHGGH??!!!"

"You tried to do something, didn' you? Too bad it ain't going to work. You're my slave now. So I forbid you from using any Skills and Unique Skills," the shadow came closer, and what revealed itself was the silhouette of a man.

The pain subsided with Prune breathing raggedly.

It hurt. It hurt..

Tears and drool streamed down her face.

"Now, tell me what Unique Skill you have?"

"W-why.." Prune cried.

Scared. She was scared.

How did it come to this? She wanted to save Lucia who disappeared, then she was caught in a mess. She passed out and appeared here.

"I'll repeat, what Unique skill do you have?"

"I-I.."

Prune didn't know how she should reply. She didn't understand what was going on. It happened too suddenly, she didn't know what to think.

He brought his face close to her. Prune found it unexpected how good looking this man was, every part of the silhouette was reflected even under this darkness.

What should she do?

"Since you're quite a tough nut to crac'. Shall we play a little game?" he held up her chin. A schemish smile on his face.

Prune shook her head with whatever strength she had.

"Take off a piece of your clothes each time you don't answer my questions correctly, this is an order," he let go of her and Prune fell, "Tell me, what Unique Skill do you possess.."

"I..I.." Prune hesitated.

A tremor shook her mind as electricity ran up her entire body.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

A blood curdling scream echoed in the room.

Take off, take off, take off..

"Oh, it must be difficult to do so in that restraint isn't it?" He said with a jesting laugh.

"H-help.. Help.."

The only thing Prune could think of was how to get rid of the pain. Take off her clothes. How? How?

Wiggling her legs, wiggling her feet. No matter how she tried, she just couldn't make it. Bubbles frothed from her mouth as salive leaked over the floor.

"Remove the previous order."

That instant, all the pain went away. Prune laid on the ground exhausted as her entire body shivered. Sweat formed over her freezing skin as her chest heaved desperately for oxygen.

It hurt.

It hurt.

It hurt

She was scared.

When will it stop?

Though the pain was gone, the feeling still lingered in her mind.

"Help.. Someone.."

She couldn't initiate her UI, she couldn't call for help. She had no options available.

"I'll ask one last time, okay? What is your Unique Skill?"

"H-Home sweet home.." The answered slid out easily, even Prune herself was surprised how quickly she said it in between pants

"Home Sweet Home? Don't joke with me."

"I-It… is a-an apartment t-that.."

Prune didn't know what she was saying. She merely did her best to string together whatever her mind could provide her.

"Do you want another time?"

"N-No. NO. No.. it, it's m-my domain that I-I can f-freely enter a-and exit…" Shivering, she replied.

"I didn't think you'd be a masochist? I order you to.."

"H-Huh.. N-No.. NO! NO!!"

The sound of a banging door resounded.

"Boss, keep it down, you're waking everyone. Even the livestock are shaking."

"Who said you can talk back!!" the boss yelled with a spit of saliva.

"I'm just saying.." such a voice tapered off.

"Shut up.." the boss turned back to her. "So?"

Prune quickly turned away and activated her Unique Skill so that she could show him what he meant-- that was when she realized..

"UUWAAAHHHGGGHHH!!!!"

Her shriek tore through the ceiling.

"What is this.." Getting up from the crate, the boss walked up to the door that appeared out of nowhere.

Her scream faded and Prune crawled into a fetal position as she bore the pain.

"Allow the temporary use of Unique Skills, order."

She relaxed. But she felt as if her mind was about to break. A little more.. a little more and she didn't know what she would've become.

It hurt..

Prune started to weep.

"I can open the door right?" Ignoring Prune, the boss pushed the door open, "Wow. What place.. Get up."

Prune obeyed and tried to stand up as if the order was naturally from her master.

She didn't know why. It just happened. Though her entire body rejected it, though all four of her limbs were tied, though tears and mucus covered her face-- she tried, desperately.

But it was impossible. She couldn't possibly stand up from this position.

Out of desperation, she tried to pull against the rope.

"Sheesh," the boss came over, pulled out a knife and cut the rope on her leg loose.

"H-huh…"

"Get in."

"Y-yes.."

Prune managed to get up. Slowly, she tittered over into the apartment.

It was the apartment. The sky outside was gloomy, the boxes of tea lines on the counter with pots of flowers decorating the countertop.

"So this is your Unique Skill?"

"Y-yes.."

"I actually thought you'd had some special inventory, I didn't think it'd be something like this.. I think've decided. I won't sell you anymore..."

Prune kept silent, and stared out through the veranda. A clink resounded behind her. Her body started to shiver and her tails stood on end.

"With this skill, you're priceless."

His footsteps resounded.

"I think it's better if you were mine," He brought his hands under her armpit and grabbed her waist. "Don't you think that's a great choice."

"N-No.." Tears fell from her eyes.

What could she do? What could she do? What was going on?!

She was too shaken to realize how she was free to use her other skills.

He inched his arms closer and wrapped his palm around her breast. Prune shivering intensified.

"Relax--" his sticky voice resounded together with the movement of his hand

"NNGGH?!" Prune tried to contain her voice as a shock ran up her spine. It wasn't the electric shock from the collar, but one caused by the stimulation of her breast.

"You're one of a kind," he whispered into her ear.

"S-stop.. it.. nghh.."

He raised his other hand and started massaging her other breast.

"NGAAH!!!"

"Soft, it's the right fit for me. I think we're a good match."

"No!" Prune jerked him off with her shoulders, he deftly backstepped to avoid the hit.

Prune staggered forward and placed both her hands on the hand rest of the couch, panting. Her face was red and there was this heat in her chest and abdomen.

It was warm, but not pleasant.

It was disgusting.

"Ah, so you want to play that game? Good doggy, I order you to sit."

Prune quickly sat on the floor, her back facing him."

"Good doggy, now turn around and face me,"

Prune slowly turned to him, her back against the couch.

"Splendid. Now open up your legs for me."

Prune shook her head vigorously. With the sweat and mucus, some of her hair got stuck on her face, creating an obscene look.

"I order you--"

Prune shut her eyes tight and prayed.