Arima Kousei, son of Prince John, was abducted by White Flag Syndicate to become a sex slave. Three months later, he was immediately rescued by the Japanese Police. Even so, recovering from the trauma he received, coupled with having been diagnosed...
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Her lips... His lips... The taste of soft lips brushing all over my body and lastly, the gentle hands touching my skin... I miss all of it.
I want to have them all over again but ever since I was rescued, I don't have anyone doing it to me anymore. I am by far too weak to move.
Can't you believe that I wanted to keep having sex with different people?
I was definitely a very different person from when I was an innocent, young piano prodigy that my mother made. I was easily able to follow White Flag Japanese Syndicate's orders due to fear and most of all, I knew that I found pleasure in their business. I knew that I had adapted and I pleased my abductors. I gave them millions of money while I sell my own body to them. It all ended at the time I was rescued. I was awakened in the reality that they used me and now, I'm suffering because of what I did while the organization had me. They made me abuse illegal drugs that poisoned my blood.
"Kousei, this will hurt but this is a necessary procedure," spoke my grandfather while he's holding a very huge needle. The nurses held me down as I screamed in pain while he drilled inside my bone marrow on my right leg. I had to be held by a lot of nurses and I kept on panting fast when they took samples for it as they were looking for a bone marrow donor that will likely give me the transplant I need. I had already began drinking my chemotherapy pills and I had two radiotherapy sessions that day, too. They told me that it's a procedure to stop the cancer cells from growing and scattering all over my body and at that night, I can't feel anything. I was just too tired. I couldn't even hear anyone even if I know they're talking to me. I want to get out of my shell but I can't even leave it.
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The next day, I was still so very tired. It's as if I didn't even sleep. I don't have any appetite and I don't want to drink water, too.
"You're not even drinking your miso, Kousei," Seto- san told me.
"Where is my father?" I asked her as I stare at the white birds flying so freely. I envy them as they're free while I'm locked. I'm also dying. "Did he leave me again?"
"He'll come back."
"Is he here?"
"He can't leave while you're battling cancer," she told me. "You have to at least eat that miso, Kousei. I know that you feel awful."
I tried to obey her but I can't reach it but more so, my stomach clenched. I held it so tight but I wasn't able to stop my nausea.
Seto- san quickly handed me a bucket where I vomited a lot of acids and at the time I was done, I was heaving and my chest felt so tight. My heart was knocking on my chest bone so painfully. I began bitterly screaming, and began to bawl like a very little child. "Can someone just kill me? I want to die!!!"
She took me into a hug to calm me down. "Kousei, calm down. You're going to survive this, okay?"
"I can't feel my right leg where they drilled yesterday," I told her while she helped me drink water. "My body's too heavy. It's as if there were a lot of bricks down on my back."
"Don't worry. I'll tell your grandfather about it," she told me.
"Just let me die," I told her. "Let me leave the hospital. Let me be in my bed at home!"
"Kousei!" she shouted. "Your father and grandfather will be very hurt if they hear you talk like that!"
"How can I not say that? Why won't you let me free?" I yelled at her. "I'm going to pass away anyway. You're all just slowing it down. I'm being tortured more than what had occurred to me when I was a sex worker."
"Kousei!" bellowed my father after he entered my room. "I want you to survive."
I know I'm a mess right now. I know that the way how I talk and think was all because of what was occurring to me. My words were influenced by my disease. I'm not using my mind logically as I had let my emotions rule me. He helped me lay back down on my bed after he dried my tears.
"I'm so sorry, dad," I said as tears kept crawling my eyes. "I'm just so sick right now."
"I sent Hiroko to talk to your grandfather and when you're a bit well, I'll take you to England," he told me. "I'll give you my surname."
"Why did you divorce my mother?" I asked him. "She changed so much after you left home."
"I didn't," he answered me. "Our divorce was never final. She wanted me to have someone else but I refused. I never had any other girlfriend after her since I know I have you."
"What if I die, father? You won't have an heir if I pass away. Will I be able to be an earl?" I asked him. "Please marry someone else. Look for someone new. If I die, you will be totally alone."
"No." He stared straight at my eyes. "I want you to live in England with me. I will protect you more from now on."
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A/n: Thank you for reading! Hope you like this chapter!
