Kazuo

6: Beginning

6: Beginning

France was beautiful. Everyone there seemed so well kept and friendly. It was like I was reborn a whole new person. I put in my resume for a few teaching jobs around my area. Of course I had to become a student teacher prior to becoming a real professor.

I was depressed when a lot of them declined me due to lack of experience. However, one did give me a call back. It was one of the mediocre schools in the area.

I went there one day for an interview. It was a older gentleman that sat across from me. He looked strict and seemed to be wearing a suit that was a tad small for him.

"What's your name? I'm Satou." He said giving me a quick glance as he pulled up my file on his computer.

"Kazuo Sahara." I said nervously, but still trying to keep my composure.

He smirked. "You know you don't fit my qualifications. However, I can make you an offer." He laced his fingers together.

"What is it?" I was desperate to get my foot in the door.

"Well I'm a gay man. If you catch my drift."

My face scrunched in disgust. "You want me to be your boyfriend?"

He laughed. "Fuck no. I want a little side piece if you get me. I got a wife at home."

My hands were nervously shaking. This job could put me in the right place. I had to take the offer. Maybe it wasn't going to be as bad as I had anticipated.

"Okay." I said.

I didn't know that one simple word would have caused so much agony in my life.

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For months I was basically a prostitute for Satou. I could have easily slaughtered this man, but I wanted the job so desperately that I couldn't lay a finger on him. Maybe I wasn't thinking. Maybe I was really tunneled into getting some end goal that I didn't know of all the other possibilities out there.

After a night of Satou sexually abusing me, I laid on my bed with a ton of regret. I never wanted to get fucked by a man. I never wanted someone to touch me like that let alone a man. I sighed feeling like I'm always blessed with misfortunate events.

In the midst of my horrid thoughts, I heard my door. There was someone there. I prayed it wasn't Satou again. I reluctantly got up and went to peep through the peephole. I saw a girl with blond wavy hair and big bright eyes. I opened the door.

"Hello! I'm selling cookies because I'm raising money for a sick relative. I know I'm a bit old but..." She giggled.

I didn't like sweets let alone cookies, but she looked cute enough to feel bad for. I went to get my wallet and gave her more money than needed for the cookies.

"Thank you! Let me get you some change."

"No keep it. I don't need it." I pushed on her hand to stop her from getting the money from her purse.

Her eyes gleamed. "You sure?"

"More than positive." I let out a small smile.

Her eyes began gleaming as water pools in her orbs. "Thank you for being so kind."

"Ah no it's okay." I looked to the side. "Would you want to come inside for a drink." I knew this was sketchy to ask, but I felt I had to ask.

"Yes please."

"Would your folks be worried?" I asked.

"No, they would assume I'm out on errands. I can't stay in that house for too long or I'll go crazy."