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Yandere Master (lemon)

!This oneshot talks about slavery, rape (it's a yandere story, what were you expecting, dd/lg fluff?), abuse, and polygamy. It has mostly oral sex!
(Artwork is credited in A/n at end of story.)

"Bitch!" He yelled, slapping me in the face. My pain was evident, as the blue-purple marks started to grow across my face. The well where my tears were stored had long ago dried up, and my only peace in the world was that I had a bed at the end of the day.

"Scrub the whole god-damned floor again. I don't want to see another scratch, understand?" I nod. Having to redo this task made me smile, actually. If I would have finished early, he would've found out and brought me to bed. I've been able to avoid this terrible problem for a while now, escaping to the outside world, just on marketplace runs.

As I got down on the floor, I felt him watching me. His stubborn grey eyes full of judgement, and all I did was beg for work.

Let's rewind some.

My mother was the daughter of a politician, and with the day and age that we are in, there were so many death threats sent to her that she ran away, joined a gang, tattooed her face, got pregnant, found out my dad had been killed, and the gang overthrown. With this problem she begged the leaders family if they would take us on as workers to survive. And so she worked.

When she was only 32, she died. The family said I was useless and sent me overseas to a mafia ring as a wedding present. I was 14. Fast forward 3 years and they have a baby. I'm another mouth to feed and it's not worth it. So, they ask around. Eventually they find a house that will allow me to live. When I get to my new home, it's grand. There are gates that swing open to a mile long driveway, and when I got to the house several other maids were worked to the bone. I look around and find bitter grey eyes studying my every move. His name was Luca. His hair was red-brown and tossed around. He wore designer clothes and a cigarette hung loosely out of his mouth. I bowed my head out of respect and he hummed in thought.

"You, girl, are going to listen to me. There are a few others in this house, but I pay you, I'm your boss."

"Yes sir." I state quietly. I feel like he is watching me from every angle.

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen. Eighteen in a months time, sir." He grabs my chin and makes me look him in the eyes.

"Have you ever been... 'soiled'?" I'm confused with this question, so I stagger out an awkward "huh?" And he grimaces a little.

"Has anyone ever touched you?"

"N-no," I stutter, blush rushing to my cheeks, "never, sir!"

"Hmm, you are quite adorable when it comes to brash things. Tell me, is the reason you haven't touched anyone becausssse oh, let's say, you were overprotected?" He smirked. I shook my head and blush a little more.

"No, sir. I wanted to save myself for marriage. It was the only way to keep them from selling my body to an illegal slave chain." You see, there are special laws here when it comes to marriage, because legend has it that the only living god left after the great war was Sogora, the god of fidelity and marriage.

"Well, you won't have that problem soon. Go to work."

"Yessir."

And that was how I first met him. He brought home several women, whom I ignored. This must've made him angry, because he gave me more and more work each time I ignored the women. At this point, he was just trying to break me, but he didn't know that I was already broken.

As I scrubbed the floor I could feel his eyes watching me, enjoying the torment I was going through. He was still there an hour later, watching as my aching hands finished scrubbing the last of the floor. As I pick up my bucket and look at my job, he casually waltzes across the floor and towards me, leaving shoe markings in his path. I cringe internally but try not to make any noise about it.