This man was nothing but another costumer. This was something that Venelopi was used to. Waking up beside a man she didn't even really know had become the norm every morning. Sometimes the men would be perfectly fine and relaxed the next morning, and others, much like the young man that had been her costumer the night before, were in pain with a immense hangover, trying to remember the events of the night before. At the movement beside of the man waking up, Nelli opened her eyes and sat up, the sheet from the bed wrapped around herself as she looked to him. 

Yes, he seemed very confused at first. Men were known for coming to see and the other girls in a drunken state, not really in the state of mind to think but to get an easy girl to lay with, even if they had to pay for it. Soon though, he seemed to remember what had happened and had seemed to come to terms with it. Well at least he wasn't like some men who in their shock had in the past yelled and even lashed out at her. She had that happen to her too many time to count and she always got hurt, whether the pain be emotional or physical. 

The man got dressed and in a short goodbye left like all the other men did, taking, like all the others, a piece of her with him. That's what it felt like every morning to her now. Like every man had taken a piece of her and now slowly everything she once was had been cracked and broken, the shattered pieces of her staying with those men. 

After a few moments of sitting in her emotional pain, Nelli looked up to see one of the men that worked for her owner walk in. He threw a change of clothes at her, and as soon as she was changed, she was lead out of the motel. When not on the job, she was to wear normal clothes that were plain, as instructed by her owner because such clothing was inexpensive and in a case where he or his men wanted her, the clothes were easily ripped and replaceable. He was an evil and conniving Yakuza who bought girls and used them as much as he wanted. And Nelli was his latest and most successful purchase, as well as his favorite to take on. How it usually went for lending her out when he wasn't using her though, was he had a list of assignments for her.

People would make appointments and it was always a first come first serve. If someone wanted her all night, they would have to set it up early. Sometimes, rarely, people would even have her all day and all night. Sometimes she didn't sleep for days depending on how many appointments she had. She would be taken to her owner's high class hotel room, given the assignments, taken to the place by one of her owner's assistants, then when it was all over, the same assistant would bring her back to her owner so he could do whatever he wished with her, whether that be to ask her questions and send her on her way, or to have his turn with her. So, that's what was happening now. She entered the hotel with the assistant and took the elevator up to his his room at the top floor, only to enter and find three of the four other girls still there and looking very much worried and frightened. She paused, hesitant and unsure as she stood there until one of owner's men who worked for him grabbed her roughly by the arm, leading over to where the other girls sat on the floor in the corner. This was something that hadn't happened before and it scared her. She looked at the other three girls as if to ask what was going on, but they quickly shook their heads. It seemed they had been there long enough to know what exactly what was happening and it wasn't good.

They stayed that way, huddled in that corner until someone else came through the door. Hirosin, their owner, entered and coming in behind him was one of his man, carrying the struggling girl she knew as Rosa. Rosa was the Spanish girl he owned. All the girls knew each other fairly well by now, considering they shared the tiny warehouse hidden behind the hotel as living quarters. Rosa was a...rebellious sort and had always spoke about how one day she would try to escape, though had never braved it. Until that day. She was thrown onto the floor, already a bloody mess from probably getting caught in the first place, only to be jerked up and set upon her knees while Hirosin approached the four of them in the corner, [i]"Apparently, you all have forgotten the consequences of what happens when you try to double cross me. So, I will give you all a little reminder..." [/i]

He turned, lashing out at the already bloodied girl, kicking her, hitting her until she was nothing but a sobbing mess on the floor. For a moment, Nelli so naively thought that was it. That they were just going to beat the girl. But it wasn't. They raped her as well. And, as if that wasn't enough for the men, when they were through torturing her, two of them head her up with Hirosin drew a pistol from the pocket of his coat. Suddenly realizing what was going to happen, Nelli buried her face in her hands so as not to watch. She hated this. Hated she wasn't brave enough to say something against it. But she was smart enough to know if she did, that would just get her punished as well, if not given the same fate as Rosa.

She heard Hirosin order one of the men to 'take care of the American girl' and her eyes widened and she looked up in fear, one of the men slapping her on the face and then restraining her so that she was forced to look upon Hirosin holding the gun on the girl's head, Hirosin speaking to Nelli, [i]"Listen well American. When there is punishment, you will watch. And let it be known, that if you cross me, "[/i] Nelli yelped, tears streaming down her face as the gun shot rang out and Rosa fell onto the floor, blood pulling out from her head, [i]"this will be your fate."[/i]

Nelli was let go, and the girls were kept there as the mess in the hotel room was cleaned. Once that was taken care of, Hirosin gave the order to send the girls back to their home, making the girls leave out the back way. They were too much of a mess and emotional for the people in the hotel to see. Once taken out the back way, the four of them were lead to the small warehouse behind the hotel that their owner lived in. This was their home. It had thin sheets for dividers that divided the room into five parts, one for each girl. No one dared look into Rosa's room. Each went to their own section that was barely bigger then a closet, and the whole warehouse itself was no bigger than a normal bedroom itself. The five of them shared this space. Well, four now that one of them was gone. They weren't allowed anything from their other lives. Clothes they had brought with them were burned. No photos were aloud. Everything that had once held dear was gone.

Once in here and in her section, it was there that Nelli curled up on the small futon she had to sleep on, sobbing. Her plans had been after college she would get a good job. She would be something and make something of herself. But, obviously that wouldn't happen because she never was going home. She would be stuck in Japan used as a tool for the Yakuza until they grew tired of her and killed her. She would never see her home land again. There was no hope for her as far as she knew. 

Sighing, she rolled over and curled up, hoping to get at least some sleep after the horrific night she had just endured.