My lover, my assassin

Chapter 27

Nagisa's Pov

I was face down on what felt like a bed and I was naked. I struggled, my mouth dry with fear as I willed my body to move, to kick out or turn and strike at the man hovering above and behind me but there was no strength. No trace of my skill and strength that I had now. I was weak and I felt the man grope me and run his hands over my body. I sobbed through my gritted teeth as a small and pathetic voice came out of me, "please, don't!"

Suddenly the body stiffened and went slack, his heavy arm draping along me. I wiped my cheek and knew what I would find even before I looked at it. Red, blood. I could smell the tang of it soaking the air with the scent. Red, like the hair of the man who stood above me and moved the knife to my throat. I smiled and 

Bolted up in bed, grabbing my throat and panting for air. I moved the bathroom and checked my reflection, flexing my muscles. The dream had been so real, it might have been a memory. I had been so weak, unable to free myself or do anything against the man who, who had almost raped me. I shivered as the memory/dream took my focus. I ran the shower hot and stepped inside, sweat soaked clothes and all. I sat on the ground and hugged my legs to my chest as the warm water drove away the disgusting feeling that lingered after dreaming of someone's hands on me. 

That was where Asano found me. We had joining rooms and I must have made some noise without meaning too. The bathroom was steamy and being clothed gave me some dignity but thankfully his eyes didn't linger as he sat against the glass, facing away from me.

"What happened?"

Making sure he really was looking away I stripped off my clothes and looked at my body half expecting to see some marks where he had touched me. 

"I think I had a memory. I was almost, raped."

I felt him stiffen at my words and I grabbed the soap and started to scrub my body down. I could still feel his touch. 

"Almost?"

"Someone stopped him before he could finish."

Silence followed my words as I continued to scrub my skin raw. There had been no shortage of people who admired me when I walked past. When I was training the room would always be full at the same time. We both knew it wasn't coincidence. They came to see the young man with skin more luminescent than any women's and whose body was petite. I had offered to cut my hair, sick of the looks but Asano had argued against it, saying he liked it. That had me wanting to cut it even more but when he said maybe I kept it that way in my life for a reason it stopped my hand. I wanted to know my past, even if it was dark. 

"We knew your past wouldn't be all light and fluffy."

He chose his words carefully as I was still scrubbing my skin.

"I know that!"

I couldn't stop the anger and frustration from entering my voice and he put his hands out in a placating gesture. 

"The scars on your back and legs aren't from a one time thing."

As he said that I turned a little to see the white lines on my back. They weren't overly deep and hard to see but there were a lot of them. Same as the back of my legs. The doctor had said he had seen similar marks on people that had been beaten regularly. Asano had tried to keep that knowledge from me but I had found out and worried about what I had been through. Adding the memory I just had it looked like I might have been a victim of a human trafficking or prostitution ring. I trembled at the thought. I had washed up on the shore bloody and half drowned, what if I had tried to escape? Would someone come looking for me? Could I trust anyone?