[b][u][i](Warning: This roleplay deals with the topic of human trafficking. If this is a trigger or something you wish to not read about, do not continue reading. The suggested age for a reader is 18+)[/i][/u][/b]

Nelli was so excited. She had been all around the US before. She had even visited England with her father when he went to visit his family. But to go somewhere like Japan! It was an amazing opportunity and she was so thankful for it. She couldn't stop thinking about all the things she would do. Go on tours, visit all the landmarks, meet new people. She would of course still be taking classes in between, but that was a minor issue in her mind. All she could think about was how lucky she was to have been chosen for this.

She had been, for the last two months in preparation, learning more Japanese. She had taken two courses of it in High School for her foreign language classes, but she had been a bit rusty and had to brush up on it, as well as lean more then just the basics her old high school teacher had taught her. She was fairly good at speaking it now, but sometimes had difficulty hearing certain phrases or speaking them. She was hoping the next few months in Japan would fix that right up.

When they landed, she was quick to grab her carry on and walk off of the plane before she picked up her luggage. Once that was taken care of, she moved to the front of the air port, where she had been told she would be picked up and taken to the campus. She waited a little while before a car finally pulled up and a tall Japanese man rolled down the window looking at her, "Venelopi Stryder?"

Nelli, hearing her name, quickly stood up from where she sat on the bench and nodded, "Yes sir. That's me. Are....you here to take me to the campus?"

The man merely gave a nod and a wave of his hand, gesturing for her to get in the back of the car. She carefully put her suitcase int he trunk before she did just that, climbing into the back seat and buckling up. It was a longer drive than she thought it would be and what she found strange was that the man pulled up to a building that sure didn't look like a school.

"Um...I thought we were going to the campus?"

"Is check in. You check in. Then go to campus."

Nelli began to grow wary of this, but she supposed the Japanese did have different ways of doing things when it came to schools. So, she got out and followed the man inside where she was lead to a small isolated room and asked to sit for a moment. Not even five minutes later, the man returned with two other men.

One of the new men seemed to be the leader of the three and came right up to Venelopi, circling her in a way that made her feel uncomfortable, "Yes...nice...blue eyes...blonde hair....very tempting...exotic...men will love an American girl."

Nelli was confused by the statement and looked at the man, "U-uh...when do I get to go to the campus? I'd like to go there now, if you don't mind."

This caused the men to laugh and the one leaned forward, "There is no campus. You are mine now. You will do as I say and not argue. You must be a good little american girl. If you are, then you will become my prized girl. If not...heh...I'll break you into the position."

The girl stood up nervously, wide eyed, "I....I don't understand. There must be some mistake. I'm a foreign exchange student. I don't belong--" Before she could finish, the man suddenly drew his hand back and slapped her in the face.

"You belong to me. Now strip. Off with the clothes. I have to inspect you before lending you out."

Venelopi, sobbing and trembling, slowly did as the man said and took off every article of clothing, standing before the men. It was an embarrassing process, but even when it was over, her nightmare went on. Within the hour, she was sent to a motel, where she had her first costumer. This man paid extra to be the one to be the American girl's first. It was painful, extremely so and the man was in no way gentle. In fact, he was more violent then most. It was a terror she would never forget, and one that was repeated with almost every man she was with.



...Three Months Later...



Nelli, although she now knew how the her owner did things, was sure she would never grow used to this. The Yakuza man controlled five girls. Two were Japanese, one was Spanish, one African, and there was her. The American. Each had their own 'labels' he had given them as well. The African was the 'wild' one, the Spanish girl was the 'lustful' one. The two Japanese girls were 'sensual' and 'rough'. She was the 'exotically innocent beauty'. The man who had bought her had been right. She was a favorite among all the men. Her blue eyes, blonde hair, pale white skin, and British accent to boot, was something that lured men in. Unfortunate for her, her 'innocence' tended to lure in the more violent costumers. While she had come to expect the violence, it was something she dreaded.

Now, she sat in a motel room, on the king sized bed, wearing a beautiful [url=http://imgbbs.ph.126.net/Im-ELWMFWxSnphDsoM5b6A==/6598231950448441991.jpg]kimono[/url]. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into an elegant bun with [url=http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61f0NM-u2AL._SX425_.jpg]decorative chopsticks[/url] in her hair. She found it strange for someone to pick this for her to wear(her owner always gave pictures to the men when choosing not only what girl they wanted, but also what they wanted them to wear. if they didn't get a chance to choose, he chose fr them). Normally the men asked for her to wear more westernized clothing that was seen as 'skimpy' in America. She had never had anyone ask for her to be in the kimono. But, she supposed it was just the man's taste or her owner just liked seeing her in it as he sent her off.

She had been told to show up there ten minutes before his arrival time, which she had indeed. Now, two or three minutes past when he was supposed to arrive, she sat on the middle of the bed on her knees in the way a traditional Japanese woman would be seen sitting, something that would look strange yet even more exotically beautiful for herself considering the american girl didn't match with such a culture. She stayed in that position, waiting for the customer to walk in.