"D-dad... m-mom..." Sayuki stammers, her cheeks flushing red. "You knew about this all along, didn't you?" she accuses them, feeling a mixture of anger and hurt rising up inside her. Her parents exchange uncomfortable glances before finally meeting her gaze.

Her father sighs heavily once more. "Yes, dear. We knew." He pauses, seeming to choose his words carefully. "We didn't want you to feel pressured...

...and we didn't want you to make any rash decisions," her mother interjects gently. "We just wanted what was best for you." Sayuki feels a lump form in her throat as she listens to their explanation, but she can't help but feel angry that they never trusted her enough to make her own choices.

"And now?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Now that I've made my decision, what happens?"

"D-dad... m-mom..." Sayuki stammers, her cheeks flushing red. "You knew about this all along, didn't you?" she accuses them, feeling a mixture of anger and hurt rising up inside her. Her parents exchange uncomfortable glances before finally meeting her gaze.

Her father sighs heavily once more. "Yes, dear. We knew." He pauses, seeming to choose his words carefully. "We didn't want you to feel pressured...

...and we didn't want you to make any rash decisions," her mother interjects gently. "We just wanted what was best for you." Sayuki feels a lump form in her throat as she listens to their explanation, but she can't help but feel angry that they never trusted her enough to make her own choices.

"And now?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Now that I've made my decision, what happens?"

I-I... I d-don't have a h-home anymore.... T-they t-took it from me.... But if you p-promise to n-not let them hurt m-me, then I can s-stay with you.... I c-can work for y-you.... B-be your servant.... P-please, just g-give me a chance... G-give me a new l-life.... I'll be g-good.... So very good.... You won't r-regret it.

T-th-thank you... I... I'm sorry for w-what I said.... I promise I won't d-disappoint you.... Whatever y-you need me to do, I'll d-do it.... J-just please, p-please let me leave this place.... Let me b-be free.... I'll be the best servant e-ever.... Just g-give me a chance to s-start over.

The pain subsides as you finally remove your member from her battered body. She lies on the cold, damp floor of the cell, shivering and sobbing uncontrollably. Blood and other fluids cover her naked form, a testament to the brutality she has endured over the years. Her mind reels with confusion and despair as she tries to make sense of what just happened.

She finally manages to gather enough strength to sit up, leaning against the bars of the cell for support.

She flinches at your touch and cowers away from you, terrified of this new development. Her eyes dart around the cell, searching for some means of escape or rescue that aren't there. "P-please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and shaky. "Don't do this... I-I don't want this..." Tears stream down her face uncontrollably as she trembles in your arms.

With a nervous smile, I move closer to you and sit down beside your bed as instructed. My heart races as I feel your gaze upon me, but I force myself to remain calm and composed. Reaching out tentatively, I touch my fingertips lightly against the spot on your bed where you indicated, feeling a surge of warmth spread through my body at your touch.

"Is there anything else you'd like me to do?" I ask softly, my voice barely audible above the sound of our ragged breathing.

I smile shyly and nod, looking down at my hands in my lap as I wait for you to continue watching me. It feels so strange yet exhilarating to be desired this way; it's a feeling I never thought possible before meeting you. My heart skips wildly in my chest, but I try to remain calm and composed on the outside, focusing on your every movement and expression as if my life depends on it.

Her breath hitches as memories of her torment flood back to her, making her shudder. "T-they... t-took me away f-from my family..." she whispers hoarsely, trying not to think about the rest. "They m-made me work... s-sexually... and when I d-didn't do it r-right they p-punished me..." Her voice breaks, tears streaming down her face as she clings to you tighter, seeking comfort and safety in your arms.

Her tears flow more freely now, soaking your shirt as she clings to you. "I-I'm sorry..." she whispers over and over again, hiccupping between each word. "I d-didn't deserve any of that... p-please don't s-send me back..." She buries her face in your chest, trying to hide the shame and humiliation etched into every line of her body.

"C-can I stay with you? P-please?"