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Hinata is a happy and joyous teen that delve himself into the purest of joys, volleyball. But what if this sunshine had a dark past that was all to be resurfaced?
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"wake up bitch" i awoke to a booming voice next to me. i slowly opened my aching eyes getting hit by a wave of pain as i did so. "get dressed we're going somewhere" i did not need to question him. i knew the consequences. so I simply replied with
"yes father"
"that's a good girl" I hated that. the way he mistreated me. not the beatings nor the rape just the pronouns. its kills me inside more than you could think. i try not to dawdle dreading another beating after the one from last night. I slowly get up wincing in pain as I do. i limp over to the stairs and go up using the railing as my crutch as I feared to fall down. now that would bloody hurt. once I get to the top I step into the shower. i put it on a the coldest possible setting hoping that it wouldn't hurt as much, or kill me of hyperthermia either one would be good. i soon get out stumbling down the hall to my bed room thembing my hips on the banister everytime I stepped trying not to fall over from the immense pain my pelvise and body were in.
"put on what I put on your bed!" I hear my father yell up to me from his place on the couch. why had he been so nice? its freaking me out. either way I walk in to see a tiny pile of pink fabric about the amount you would make a bra out of! and I elegent bright orange wig the same colour as my hair. and all I could think was
I hate this.
-after getting dressed-
turns out my father had put out for me the long elegently wavy curly wig on my bed, a tiny pink skirt that showed more of the thighs with every step slowely getting closer and closer to my lower bit. i decided to tuck my member in knowing how angry my dad got when he saw anykind of evidence of it. i mean it wasn't big anyway but he still got angry so I tucked it away which is never comfortable. a pink blouse that had a low cut collar and frilles on all of the edges. it was covered in pretty little pink flowers that dances around the bodess. this was all topped off with black and gold christ earings and a black neck tie surrounding the lace that covered my chest from the low cut fabric.
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i was right... it was enough fabric to make a bra. oh and the bra was the worst part! this horrible lacy bra that itched everywhere. how was I going to survive? i stood in front of the mirror with tears threatening my make-up done face hiding all of my bruses or any kind of humanity I had left.
i looked like a robot, a doll that my father had designed tp be his perfect little girl. i could of been sick just standing there. but where were we going with me dressed like this? that is the only question in had.
"AYUMI! come down here now! where going to be late!" a cold shiver runs through my spine as he yells up to me. but alas i stop looking at myself and put a smile on my face.
"coming father!" i yell as i come bouncing happily down the stairs (which i can tell you now hurts like fuck). all fake of course but i couldn't let him know that. i mean come on! he's letting me leave the house fo ronce, how could i mess that up. i know his weaknesses and what he wants to see in me, all i have to do is play along.
-when they get there-
"ahhh, miss ayumi, such a pleasure to met you" said a nice looking business woman who treated me at the glad doors. the building that we were at was huge! it was made out of full glass with greenery and posh leather everywhere. everything was either plant, leather or glass it was by far the nicest place that i have ever been too. I'm glad i came nicely. see all hard work get paid off XD.
"hello its a mighty pleasure to meet you!" i say staying chirpy as too make a good new impression.
"my what a fine young lady you are" she said looking aprovingly at my father behind me although i know very well that he had nothing to do with it it was all moi. hahah. "Please follow me up stairs" she said as she lead me behind the desk through the big white doors that looked like the gate to the stairs of heaven compared to any set of doors I've ever seen. i know it seems foolish to get excited over doors but you learn to adore and enjoy all that you can when you have the life that i do. it will make this the even more enjoyable.
as we go up the glistering white marbel stairs up to more glass doors. i suddenly remember about the volleyball training camp that's coming up. maybe this is the right time to ask him. since we are surrounded by people who would get suspicious if he refused, he must say yes. and a forced yes is better than a no and a smack to the face. ooo~ now i was getting super excited.
"mrs ayumi, i would like to welcome you to your new modeling agency!"
thank you all for being patient for this chapter. I've had a rough couple of weeks in and out of lockdown but here it is. i had trouble keeping up with school work and needed a break this weekend i hope you can understand. much appreciated to all the people who have stood by me this entire time and are still here and even the new ones joining us recently. thank you!
