Fate Of the Wolf Goddess (Naruto Fanfic x ATLA aspects)

Life Before pt. 2

It's now day 67.

Sasha's been gone a LONG time.

I expressed my concern to Starla, hoping that since she's top girl, she can get some info from one of the pledges in charge of dealing with transactions and traveling for girls. Or maybe she can go to Jumbo directly.

Originally, I told myself I wouldn't ask. I wanted to believe that I didn't care. All I was worried about was remaining off the market, which I've managed to do for those 67 days.

It's crazy what this place does to you. My family would be disappointed in me, I'm sure. We prided ourselves on community; me not giving a damn whether or not Sasha's okay is basically the same as wishing the worst upon her.

We all live together, break bread with one another, and suffer together. I should care.

But caring hurts.

I defended a new arrival from a pledge before and was beaten and raped.

The guy was three times my size, but he was also a new pledge. I knew that if I didn't interfere, she could very well end up dead. New pledges always went too far, not knowing when to hold back, or where to avoid hitting so they don't rouse suspicion for sampling merchandise. many new arrivals that passed The Test, still sometimes end up dying. The girls would say nothing in fear of being next themselves.

So, I jumped him.

In front of ever girl in the barracks. Ripped off his left ear with my teeth.

Tried pinning him on the floor.

But he was stronger than me, so I lost. I still fought as he hurt me. He ripped up my clothes, so I was naked and bruised on the floor, bleeding from just about everywhere.

The new girls just stood there, unsure of what to do. They weren't allowed to leave the barracks. They just got here and were waiting for Maria to come and talk to them. So, they were forced to watch. I felt so humiliated as they just stood in silence and stared, but I couldn't blame them.

That was 67 days ago.

After the laundry incident with Monsieur Pussy, I haven't had any issues besides the occasional ass-grab as I head up on-stage of Jumbo's club.

I don't regret saving the girl, but I still have trouble looking her in the eye whenever I see her. Her eyes are. . . haunting, to say the least. I always catch her staring at me. She's small in stature, Filipino-looking, though I'm not completely sure that's what she is, and she only has one arm. She came here like that, so I assume that's how they were able to capture her so easily. And also, why he went after her.

Currently, I just finished my chores for the day and am heading back to Jumbo's barracks to find Starla for an update on Sasha.

Laina was the one that reminded me of how scary it is to be rented out, not knowing if you'll come back. She's been rented out twice in the past few weeks, but her clients chose to stay on the island with her for a few days. She counted it as a blessing.

I started to get afraid for her and for Sasha. So maybe I am learning to care for everyone again, like I should. If we could come together as a community, we could fight our way out this place, I'm sure.

But they have certain measures in place to fight that. We're divided, always looking out for only ourselves. Being rented out regularly causes many of the girls here to not bother forming friendships with others. Because one day they could be gone.

Perhaps that's why there are times I simply don't give a damn about the others.

I mean, I do plan on escaping on my own.