A Prisoner with no Escape

Shiro woke somewhere unusual as he sat up in bed with his silver hair out of its ponytail.

He blinked a few times and took a few deep breaths, his senses coming back to him slowly.

The room was dark around the edges. No light could reach him here.

"Good morning there..." A voice rang.

He looked up from where he had laid back down and saw nothing but darkness, "Where am I?" He asked no one in particular and tried to move around on the bed he lay in.

"I wouldn't try that..." The voice spoke again. It was closer than before.

His leg was chained to the bed by some kind of iron piece, and it felt like it was being pulled into something. His eyes were adjusting slowly but they were unable to find anything to make sense of. All he could see were black shapes in front of him and all around him. They seemed like shadows or blobs.

Aleena came out from the shadows dressed in only a towel wrapped loosely around her body, "Welcome to the waking world Mr. Phantom Steel Samurai..." She said calmly, sitting at the end of the bed opposite Shiro.

His hands were free only his leg movement restrained from going far away, "I am your master." She said bluntly, her tone slightly irritated.

"Master? You got to be kidding me?" He said nervously.

She just shook her head, "No, I'm not, do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for someone who could match my skill level? I thought I would never see anyone who was strong enough to come close to me."

she continued, moving herself so she was sitting next to him, still completely naked dropping the towel little by little.

"What do you mean match your skill level?" He asked nervously, not wanting to admit what might happen if she caught him looking. "You just over powered me is all…"

"If you don't learn you'll die, that's what happens when people get in my way." She told him, her cold expression unchanged.

He was shocked by her action watching her already taking a hold of his body . Her fingers began tracing every part of his body. It made him blush but at the same time feel strangely aroused. He knew that she wasn't afraid to seduce the defeated samrai.

As soon as she finished with her task she pulled him against her face kissing him deeply.

Shiro felt himself get weak in her grip, he wanted more but he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up this act, "Stop!" He exclaimed pulling away from her.

He tried to pull out of her arms but her strength was too great. She didn't let go of him. In fact, she pulled him even closer into her embrace causing Shiro to struggle even more. "Why not?!" She screamed in his ear. He could hear her teeth grating together.

He recalled his partner back home and now suddenly he is his enemies puppet and slave to the worst company of bad guys. What did he get himself into?

Shiro was brought out of his thoughts when she stopped abruptly pulling away from him. She grabbed both sides of his face forcing him to look at her, "I won't tell you again!" She shouted angrily.

The snow haired man closed his eyes tightly, "Stop it!" He yelled pushing her hands away from his face. She didn't react, instead she leaned forward towards him placing a kiss on top of his forehead.

"Don't worry, you'll learn that I am no force to be reckon with..." She whispered in his ears before leaning back. She turned on her side facing away from him, "Now, get some rest while I wait."

He felt his body tense hearing those words . He opened his eyes to stare into the darkness once more. He could hear Aleen's footsteps going out the door and closing it behind her. The sound of her steps echoed off the metal walls of whatever room they were placed in.

Soon after everything went quiet as the only sound in the room, besides his own breathing was coming from him. Shiro stared at the ceiling until he drifted off to sleep.

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The next several months he would be humilated and tortured. Sometimes physically, others it would be the constant torture of his mind which left him exhausted and broken.

It was almost a blur in between his time in captivity. Sometimes he would forget things he remembered clearly. Most of them centered around Aleena or the other masters. He always felt ashamed whenever they would ask him questions about Aleena.

One day he had been shining shoes and arranging a room as instructed when one of the men came observing him working . There was a new addition to their group. One they hadn't seen before. His skin was darker than the other men's and he wore a black mask. When the man came up to him holding out his hand for Shiro to shake he looked at the man curiously, he took it reluctantly.

"So this is Aleena's little bitch boy." He laughed lightly before pulling a blade out from inside his suit pocket. He swung the knife towards his throat but then stopped mid swing.

Shiro looked back at the man questioningly. The man held out his other arm to block him when he moved to attack again, his blade stopped midair mere millimeters from his neck. "Careful there."

"What the fuck is going on in here?" A voice yelled.

"Aleena?" The new guy called.

"Yes, that's my name. Now get the fuck out of here!"

Shiro said nothing going back to work on the room without question Aleena held tight to a small box in her hands as she gawked at the white-haired man. She bent down to show him the box before opening it revealing a steel collar.

"You have been a very good boy lately." She grimaced.

He was very tired and not ready for this new toy she bought. He no longer felt like a super hero as his life had stripped from him.

His legs felt like rubber and he couldn't lift his arms.

"I have a feeling you're going to enjoy this...but remember I told you what will happen if you ever disobey me."

Her words sunk in immediately. He was going to regret saying no soon enough. She placed the collar over his neck making a loud clanking noise as he fell limp as he could feel the immense spelled placed on the piece.

"Let me help you up, shall we?" She grabbed his upper arm and started pulling him towards the door, but he was being stubborn unwilling to move. His feet shuffled on the ground uselessly as she pushed him harder. He finally gave up and stood up straight trying not to fall back over. His legs were shaky beneath him.

"Do not cock block me, Shiro!" She shrieked.

Falling to the ground the sigil in the collar began to glow sending volts of electricity through his body forcing him down onto his knees. His body convulsed violently causing sparks to fly everywhere, he felt like he was burning alive. He cried out in pain as the collar kept flashing. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best not to cry out. As quickly as it begun it was over.

"You are no one now! Your blade is destroyed and the heroes believe you are now dead!" She assured him.

He was still shaking from the effects of what happened to him. Tears were streaming down his face.

"Get up!" She shouted.

He looked up at her, fear was clear on his face.

"Get up!"

He stood up shakily trying to walk. The dizziness was still evident as he stumbled backwards. He had barely reached the door handle when another electric shock surged through his body knocking him off balance.

He fell to the floor, his whole body shook violently as the lightning struck over and over.

"Stand up!"

"Nnnggghhhh!" He struggled against the invisible force that was pinning him down, "PLEAAASSE!" He screamed, the tears still falling down his face. He couldn't stand it anymore. "Help meeee!!" He begged, trying his best not to scream in pain.

The invisible force disappeared as Aleena approached him slowly, standing over him in front of the closet he was working. He raised his head slowly. Her eyes met his and he could see something within hers that made him freeze. A kind of emotion that he had never seen before. A kind of sadness.

He nodded his head no. He knew his life was officially over. He was going to be killed. He would become an object to be used for her pleasure. He would live in slavery for years to come until he died or broke free from her influence. This was his fate all along.

But why can't I just die already?!