The Chains That Bind Us

Chapter 2

The car ride was a long one. They drove until they got towards the outskirts of the town. There were a few large buildings.

They looked dark and menacing even though they were lit up. There were dozens of cars around a building and cheering was coming from within it.

Semiramis jumped when the car stopped. She shivered again and looked at Shirou. The young man had already opened the door and was once again offering Semiramis a hand to help her out of the car. There was a strange look in his eyes.

"It's alright if you're filthy. I don't mind." He mumbled to her.

Semiramis looked at Shirou for what felt like an eternity before she finally took his hand and slipped out of the car.

His hand was rough. The skin felt like it had been rubbed raw before. Shirou must have been working a lot nonetheless his hand felt comforting and welcoming.

Neither one made a motion to pull away once Semiramis was out of the car.

The man in a suit came back over and looked at the two and then at their hands. A sly smile formed on his face and he shook his head.

He looked at the other suited men when they came over,"Take Shirou to..." He paused before nodding,"Take him to the basement."

Semiramis felt Shirou's grip on her hand tighten before he let go and followed the suited men away. This left Semiramis with the man who seemed to be in charge.

"Ah, I should introduce myself, shouldn't I? I'm Luther. Now follow me."

Luther turned and walked towards one of the buildings. Semiramis was forced to follow. She kept glancing over at Shirou. She hoped that he would be alright...

The two walked into the building and Semiramis felt her stomach drop.

The building was filled with women. They all were wearing skimpy dresses and heavy makeup. The smell of perfume was strong and heavy. She hated it.

She didn't want to be like these woman.

But...

Wasn't she already? In a way, the two were the same. They both sold themselves out. The reasons were different though. On top of that, Semiramis didn't put on makeup like that.

Luther greeted a few of the women before opening the office for Semiramis to walk into. It smelt like smoke inside. She didn't like it in here either.

Dread piled into her stomach.

Luther shut the door and walked over to a desk. He sat down at it and gestured for Semiramis to sit across from him. He smiled at her once she did.

"Now, tell me something. Why are you a prostitute? How much money did you make?"

Semiramis looked away and she pulled the jacket close to her. She might as well be honest. She took a deep breath,"My husband. He needs money so now I have to..." She shut her eyes before skipping over to the second question,"I don't make much. Maybe only ten dollars a night. Not many men are interested in the woman who doesn't want to play by their rules."

Luther nodded slightly and he pulled out a box of cigarettes. He lit one and took a deep breath before blowing out the smoke.

"Listen up. This is how things are going to go. You belong to Shirou now. It's as simple as that. Anything he wants from you, provide it. If he wants to beat or fuck you until you pass out, so be it. You're his slave now."

He took another puff.

"I'll provide you with some basic things. An STD test, some necessities and so on. After that, Shirou chooses what you get and what you don't. You'll follow him where he chooses to allow and it's mandatory to watch him fight. You never know when he might need you on your knees to boost him up."