01 Slave Castle

Bang Bang Bang!

A strong knock on the door disturbed me after just three hours of sleep.

In the early hours of the morning, I had just completed my grueling dishwashing job, earning me a meager wage. I trudged wearily back to my cramped room, having barely rested for those precious three hours. My eyelids felt as if they carried the weight of a thousand pounds.

I toiled for fourteen long hours, laboring tirelessly to earn every extra penny I could, all in the hope of paying off my debts as soon as possible. 

The knocking on the door became more urgent, the fragile moldy beams shifted and dropped some splinters of wood.

I wish I was deaf right now, so I could get a peaceful night's sleep.

I let out a tired groan and lifted the thin, still musty-smelling quilt that covered me, then hurriedly dressed.

There was the faded black dress I had worn yesterday thrown on the floor, and I quickly picked it up and pulled it over myself.

If it was two years ago, there was no way that this kind of ground-floor dress would have been on me, but today my closet is full of cheap, second-hand dresses.

Two years ago, both my parents died and I owed a huge amount of money. I was forced to live with my aunt.

After taking a break from school I worked hard to earn money and endured my aunt's whippings and insults all the time.

The room was small and always smelled of mold.

Walking through the cramped, overcrowded living room, I casually fix my hair and walk towards the door.

I opened it to find a man with a receding hairline and a dark goatee standing in front of me.

The goatee had come back to ask me for debt!

His eyes narrow quickly and stare at me intently, an expensive cigar dangling from the corner of his mouth.

My body tensed up, I only had a few hundred dollars in my pocket, not even enough to pay back the interest.

The interest on the loan sharks was only going to roll up more and more, this was a debt I would never be able to pay back in a lifetime.

Both hands pushed hard against the door, trying to close the door that was only open a crack. But the goatee lifts his foot and his immaculate leather shoe kicks against the rickety door.

I stumbled backward and fell heavily to the floor.

A large hole ruptured in the middle of the door, and the pain in my body was so immense that my ass felt like it was going to split down the middle.

Images of my aunt beating me hard with a baseball bat appeared in my brain, she had done this many times.

Before I face my aunt's wrath, I'd better figure out how to deal with the situation at hand.

With his hands in his pockets, Goatee said to me, who had fallen to the ground, "When will you pay me back?"

I stood up trembling and took out all the money from my pockets, placing it on the table in front of him.

"This is all the money I have, I will definitely return all the money to you as soon as possible."

The goatee swept a glance at the bits and pieces of paper money,casually threw them onto the floor with a wave of his hand.

"Don't forget your parents' ashes, if you don't pay back the money, you'll never get them."

Because of an accident, both of my parents left me, and the only thing left was their ashes.

I longed for my parents deeply, wishing they were still here. If they were, they would undoubtedly go to great lengths to protect me.

I said in a pleading tone, "I will work hard and return all the money as soon as possible. Please return my parents' ashes to me. Please."

They took my parents' ashes and used them to threaten me to pay back the debt or else they would throw the ashes away.

The goatee sneered and kept looking me up and down, then licked his lips, exposing teeth with disgusting yellow tartar.

He took a step forward and approached my body, and a thick, pungent cloud of smoke assaulted my senses as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Even if you wash dishes for the rest of your life, you'll never pay back the money your parents owe us. That's an astronomical amount."

He stepped toward me, and I kept backing away from his intimidation until my back hit the wall.

"Your body has caught my attention," he sneered, his fingers clamping down on my waist, trapping me against wall. 

He whispered into my ear with a sinister tone, like a malevolent presence lurking int the shadows."I'm offering you an opportunity.If you serve me diligentlt, I will reward you handsomely, far more than what you'd earn washing dishes for a week."

A disgusting man's hand appeared on my thigh, fingernail caps hiding dirt and yellow color from long hours of smoking, lifting my skirt and about to touch my bottom.

"Stop!" I chided him forcefully as I grabbed his hand, stopping him from violating me.

He gasped and squeezed my shoulders, "You smell good, and you have a nice plump ass."

I took a deep breath and pushed him away as hard as I could, he stumbled backwards and glared at me.

"No touching me! There's no way I'm making money with my body!"

I looked to where the door was, this place could no longer stay or I might get raped.

As I turned to escape, he pulled my wrist and slapped me hard.

A loud slap resounded throughout the house! I covered the right side of my face as fiery pain swept over me, like I was being burned by fire.

"You little bitch!" He stared at me with glaring eyes as he slowly approached me.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head backward, letting out a wail the moment I hit the wall.

Black dots danced across my vision as I fell to my knees, clearly feeling my scalp throb with pain as several strands of my hair broke off.

He pressed himself roughly against me, shredding my blouse and revealing the bra and cleavage I wore underneath.

"Please! Stop!" I begged and struggled intensely.

He slapped the left side of my face hard again and I let out a groan, writhing on the floor from the pain.

"Shut up! Little bitch! Pay for it with your body!"

He rolled me over onto my back and climbed on top of me, riding my hips.

As I was feeling desperate, my aunt came home unexpectedly and immediately froze when she found us.

"What the hell is going on?" She yelled, coming towards us.

She looked at the door with a big hole broken in it and roared, "Who broke my door!"

I yelled towards my aunt, "Aunt Susan! Help me!" Even though my aunt usually beat me a lot, she was the only one who could save me at this moment.

She looked over at me, the fat flesh of her face shaking up and down, "Are you seducing men in my house? You are nothing, you whore!"

I explained, "N-NO! He tried to rape me! help!"

The goatee kicked me in disgust and dropped a line, "Remember to pay back the money! Otherwise you'll never get your parents' ashes!"

I struggled to rise from the ground, both hands instinctively flying to cover my face. The pain was excruciating, reaching its peak, and tears welled up in my eyes.

I heard the sound of a glass shattering and saw my aunt pull a three finger width belt out of the closet.

"Please, Aunt Susan! I'm not lying! He tried to rape me!"

The belts hit me like whips and I instinctively raised my arms to protect myself.

"You little bitch! Why don't you go die with your parents!"

She grabbed me, pinning me to the floor with her knee, and repeatedly lashed me with a belt.

I curled up on the ground, trying to minimize my exposure and protect my vital areas from harm. I no longer begged for mercy because I knew it would be futile.

When she finally grew tired and released me, she said, "Before I return, I expect to see a whole door here! You better clean up this mess!"

I lay on the floor, my body aching, covered in bruises and wounds, but I couldn't drift into unconsciousness. I needed to tidy up the house, install a new door.

If I didn't do what my aunt said, then I would get the next round of beatings.

My dress was also ripped and I could no longer wear it, so I had to change into another brown dress that had a lot of stains on it that wouldn't come out of the wash.

When my aunt returned, I was on my knees scrubbing the floor.

Her feet were tapping impatiently on the floor, she had changed into a brand  expensive looking dress, and the surfaces of her shoes were spotless.

When had aunt bought such expensive clothes? She was poor, and stingy.

"Hurry up! Follow me! I'm going to take you to a nice place!" She urged me.

I stood up from the floor, the pain making me stumble, and asked, "Going where?"

"Hurry up and do as I say! Damn it's almost time! We can't miss tonight!"

She grabbed my wrists and with a rough movement shoved me into the passenger seat.

Sitting in the car, I looked out the window, it was still dark and the moon was high in the sky.

"Your useless parents owe tens of millions of dollars that you'll never be able to pay back in your lifetime!"she spat.

"Why didn't they take you with them when they died! I had to take you with me as a burden!"

I nodded numbly! I couldn't have any retort to my aunt calling me a burden. I also want to know why mom and dad didn't take me with them to die!

"It's for your own good that I found a good place for you."

"This is the last value you, this burden, can bring to me!"

I sensed that something was amiss. "Aunt Susan, what are you talking about? What do you mean?"

My aunt didn't respond, just flashed an evil grin as she drove the car as fast as she could, very impatiently.

I slapped the car door and screamed, "Put me down!"

My aunt slapped me across the face, causing my already swollen and sore side to become even more painful.

"Shut up! You lazy slut!"

I fell into a state of unease and sat up straight, trying to memorize the landmarks on the road. But it was pitch black all around me, and there were far fewer vehicles.

Soon we left the big city and traveled on rough back roads. The trail was very bumpy and my stomach acid was churning.

There were crows cawing all around us, a flock of birds flew by every now and then, and the leaves rustled. 

It was a forest! 

My anxiety continued to grow. I had no idea where my aunt was taking me, but it was undoubtedly not a good place.

The path became a large, spacious road again, and the smooth ride kept me from vomiting.

Eventually, we stopped in front of a magnificent three-story castle, the walls were black, the gates were black, everything about the building was black.

My aunt urged me to get out of the car, and I gripped the handrail of the car, refusing to get out. My sixth sense told me that this was a very dangerous place.

My aunt dragged me out of the passenger seat, grabbed my wrists, and dragged me to the big black door and rang the doorbell.

A man with a baton at his waist and gray eyes stood in front of us and scanned us. The height of my eyes only reached his chest and I had to tilt my head to see him.

"What are you here for?" The guard said rudely.

As he spoke, I noticed that his teeth were very sharp, nothing like human teeth but more like wolf's teeth!