《Sawa's Romance Collection》 The Story of Lavender Once, there was a poor young woman whose name was Lavender. She was homeless and had no family to support her life which dragged her into garrotting wealthy people who passed by the London Bridge. She usually spent her night nearby the River Thame dirty bank and during winter, she slept nearby the trash area and competed resources with filthy stray cats and rodents. One Christmas evening, the sky sprinkled white glowing snow on whole England, coating every roof with pure white blanket. Lavender wandered on the London Bridge while hugging her shivering body. The temperature was so low and she had no thick clothes to keep heat in her body. She was very weak but continue walking, leaving deep footprints on the white snow. She glared to a lit shop across the bridge. Candles lit the space made it gleamed of rage amber light. She saw three children and a couple of elders lent three colourful boxes to one of each child. They were surrounded with happiness and joy, Lavender was a bit envious of the scene. How much she wished to be part of them and enjoy the warm Christmas Eve. The next cold morning, Lavender was staring at a bakery shop and scanned every moved he made. A fat and short bakery man exhibited his warm golden bread nearby the glass of his shop. He went back into his kitchen to fetch another baked food to be sell. Lavender took an opportunity to enter the shop as a tall man in black suit with black top hat and a golden head wooden stick also entered. The bakery shop owner greeted the tall man with a polite manner and introduced him every breads which were available. Lavender hid behind the man and took a long loaf from the shelf then scuttled away as her action was witnessed by the bakery man and his customer. The bakery man chased her until she was lost in his sight. Lavender hid beside the huge pile of rubbish and sneaked out to see if the man had left or not. As she thought his existence was no longer exist at the scene, she ate the loaf gluttonously and left no crumbs behind. As she finished, she licked her fingers, enjoying the final crumps of the loaf. As the day fell down, the sky was once again dark and rained light snow on the ground. Lavender was so hungry that she attempted to steal some warm foods for dinner. Only this time, she wished to trade something valuable with some cashes. She meandered on the snowy road, hugging her small shivering body as she saw a black coach with two black horses dragging it slowly with a middle age man led them. It stopped in front of a bank then the man inside the coach got out. The man was pretty handsome and old, of age 50, and looked rather wealthy. He was wearing a black coat with black top hat, holding a wooden stick with a golden head to support him. He was a noble. Lavender was passionate but not by his look, but her imagination about his cashes instead! She attempted to rob the man¡¯s coach without a single human witnessing her. She picked some snow and rolled them into a ball in between her palms and threw them at the driver. ¡°Who is it?¡± asked the man but then he ignored. Lavender threw two balls of snow at him again from the dark side then did it repetitively until the man left the coach in anguish, searching for the culprit. Lavender was glad that he finally left then went closer to explore the coach. But, the owner of the coach was back. Lavender changed her plan, not to rob but to garrotte him. She tailed him from behind then groped his neck with a rope made of torn clothes. The man was suffocated but his driver was back and helped him. Lavender tried to escape but was caught by the driver. Her hands were tied together and the driver wished to lend her to the police station but his master forbid him. The nobleman squatted in front of the filthy woman and lifted her chin and insisted her to look into his eyes. ¡°What¡¯s your name, young lady?¡± asked the man. ¡°Lavender,¡± she replied softly. ¡°Ah, I see, nice to meet you, Lavender. My name is Vincent O¡¯Callaghan Osborne, Marquess of Salisbury,¡± he introduced himself, ¡°how old are you?¡± ¡°Twenty five,¡± ¡°Very well, twenty five years spending life out in this miseries and filthy world,¡± the man spoke then stood up. He ordered his driver to untie her hand then he did as what he¡¯d been told. The nobleman lent his right arm to Lavender and smiled. ¡°Garrotting isn¡¯t a good job for you. Be one of my servant and promise me that you never attempt to garrotte or rob again,¡± Lavender accepted the promise and followed Vincent into his coach then to his mansion. As they reached his mansion, Lavender was lured by its baroque external architectural design. It was huge and looked like a palace more than a house. She stepped on each steps of the stair which led to the main door. The huge antique white door with golden gothic doorknob was opened by an old male servant in black butler suit. The old man put his right hand on his chest and bowed as his master walked in front of him, same goes to the other servants in the house. ¡°Lydia,¡± called Vincent. An old lady with light green uniform approached from behind the man, ¡°yes, My Lord?¡± ¡°Clean this young lady, lend her some clean dresses and introduce her to your family,¡± Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. ¡°Yes, My Lord,¡± Lydia bowed and brought Lavender with her. She was introduced to the other servants after she was given the opportunity to clean herself and wore a uniform. The servants were all very friendly that they welcomed her warmly. ¡°Her name is Lavender and she is very young, indeed,¡± said one of the maid. ¡°The black maid outfit suits her,¡± complimented another maid. ¡°Come dear, let us exhibit you the mansion ooh and you¡¯re one of us now!¡± Lavender smiled and was glad for being taken even as a servant, at least her struggled life was terminated. Few months later, Lavender¡¯s life was filled with sweet moments with the servants. She was happy. Every morning, she would prepared an Earl of Grey tea and desserts for Vincent and his two children, Feline and Justin. Feline was a teenage girl of age fifteen whereas Justin was a boy of age eleven. Both of these children were unfriendly but educated. Lavender was a bit envious of them since she wasn¡¯t educated and still hadn¡¯t recognized alphabets. One early morning, Lavender was out into the flower garden and watered the blue roses bush on the shelf. It was very rare and hard to find a blue rose which force her to look after it carefully. She watered it with love. Questioning her heart and compared it with the blue rose. The blue rose was very rare, but people still acknowledged its existence but human¡¯s love, no matter how much they tried to reveal it but their love one never recognized it. As the times goes on, she found out that her heart were craving for somebody, her master, Lord Vincent. She herself didn¡¯t know what kind of feelings did her heart possessed, either it was love nor the otherwise. She was away with the fairies for a while not until somebody startled her. She screamed and jumped in surprise. It was Lord Vincent. ¡°Good morning, Lord Vincent,¡± she bowed with her heart fluttering. She jumped back finding out that she watered her master¡¯s leather shoes. She apologized many times and cried to think that her master would scold her even though she was new. ¡°An apology is unnecessary, unless you did it as an attempt,¡± he chuckled. Lavender was glad and continued watering some other flowers. Vincent asked her bizarre questions in the morning which made her gasped for air. ¡°I do fell for somebody, but I do not guarantee of being accepted,¡± Lavender replied. ¡°What does the man of yours looks like?¡± Vincent asked again. Lavender paused and paralyzed. She was quiet for a while but Vincent did not insist an immediate answer. He leant closer to Lavender and she realized it but pretended as if it wasn¡¯t happening. Her heart beat faster than before and her face turned red. She knew that Vincent tried to tease her. ¡°My pride as a gentleman to protect a lady had long died and passions had buried deep in my heart, after the death of my first and second wives. Now, those feelings arise as a butterfly came to steal the nectar. I believe in myself that I want her to walk on the aisle,¡± Vincent said. ¡°For which lady?¡± Lavender felt a bit down. ¡°A rich lady with comely facial and pure heart,¡± Vincent seized both of her hands, ¡°the lady who tried to garrotte me on the first day we met. Her eyes were twinkling like a single brightest star in the middle of the dark starry sky, that lady is whom I want to make bride.¡± Vincent kneeled on one leg and took out a ring from his pocket, ¡°Lavender, will you marry me?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll be glad to be your bride, but I¡¯m just a servant and thus a commoner. We¡¯re both born from a different world. I cannot accept this proposal, forgive me,¡± Vincent stood, ¡°titles and ranks aren¡¯t my concern. When two souls fall in love to each other, they belong together and to be one. Love which one¡¯s possessed should be confessed, waiting for one¡¯s to come is a great misfortune. Ready to reveal rather than living in solitude.¡± Lavender faced him and smiled. Vincent smiled then put the silver ring with a hexagonal-cut of 3 carats of purple diamond, on her finger. A week later, in a cathedral, Vincent was waiting for the arrival of his bride but she hadn¡¯t out yet. People in the cathedral were also waiting and soon the door of the cathedral was opened. A beautiful young lady in white wedding dress rambled on the red carpet aisle with a beautiful smile drawn on her face. As she arrived on the stage, in front of the priest, they exchanged vowed and were meant to be husband and wife after the priest convinced their legal relation. Vincent kissed Lavender and lifted her to the air with glory. Her life was full of glorious and happiness, but that wasn¡¯t enough not until a new member came to the family. Lavender was so happy to find out that she was pregnant. Vincent happily named the new one Chronos before he was born. Ten months had passed, Chronos was born into the world. Vincent was the one who was happier than anyone else did. Chronos was their symbol of love, and a united heart. Vincent kissed Chronos with love. Lavender never felt the misfortune again but she was kind, she treated the servants like a family. They never forgot her kindness. Living the life of wealthy and happiness, but the enjoyment didn¡¯t last long until one spring before summer, when Vincent went overseas for a business trip for half a year, leaving Lavender with his children and the servants. With a heart filled with deep woefulness and agony, she let Vincent go and went home with a promise. Vincent clasped her hand and let go of it when it was time for the ship to set sail. Tears flowed on her warm cheek, and soon the sky began to snow. The day grew colder, Lavender was sitting by the cinder, singing a lullaby for her infant. Feline who heard her singing voice was annoyed because she was callous. Both Feline and Justin disliked Lavender for her peasants¡¯ former life. They showed kindness in Vincent¡¯s sight but from afar, they treated her with cruelty. They even disliked Chronos¡¯ arrival. Vincent was now absent which raised their opportunity to show her cruelty. Lavender was very mad over the children¡¯s mischievous behaviour but her duty as a good mother to the children was very low. She¡¯d not possessed the heart of cruelty to forbid or to teach them a proper lesson. Chronos was her only hope and the only happiness left. Six months had passed in a blink of eyes, Lavender was once again very happy and was ready to welcome her love one. Once Vincent stepped into the house, her heart fell into a great despair and disappointment. Vincent brought another young lady and rather rich and fashionable. She was beautiful and had a skin fair as snow. Her arrival was welcomed warmly by the servants and even the children. Lavender couldn¡¯t bear to see it progressed and ran to her room, crying alone in the cold room. Her existence was no longer float on Vincent, it sank onto the depth of the ocean. Lending her hand out and crawling to breath, but it was hopeless. The happiness which she¡¯d possessed was no longer exist, the laughter which turned into dust. Chronos laughter and crying voice was her only light to guide the darkness, the dark labyrinth which would sank her if she kept her eyes opened. Her marriage was a frame of happiness but the paint was a dark labyrinth with blue and black roses bloomed on each veins. Their thorns coiled her legs which mobile on the pavement full of pointed pebbles but the stars guided her path, which led her to the right path. It was painful to live a miserable life, waiting for the love one to come was no more useful than it was used to be. Waiting for somebody who prolonged not exist for months or even years, they would never came back or you never heard news from them ever again. Only let one heart fell into a painful despair, life of anguish and agony, may only woefulness accompanied them. The Handicapped Painter Part I Hibara wrote the kanji ''øB'' stroke by stroke on the sandy ground with a wooden stick. "To-ri, say it," she read the kanji. "Tori!" The children who surrounded her repeated her words. "Good!" She exclaimed, "let''s continue with-" She moved the stick and its tip which touched the sand left traces of kanji strokes which read ''ɽ'' meant mountain. She taught the children in the small village how to read since she was the only youth who could read kanji. Hibara was the most beautiful woman in the hamlet and the villagers saw her as a special girl because of her hard work and she was born without a right leg. She was 16 years old. She used a wooden prosthetic leg crafted by her uncle to stand and walk but she still wobbled when walking. She was popular amongst the others and they all loved her. Her best friend who grew up with her was Hibari who lived next to her hut wooden house and she was 2 years older. "Hibara, it''s almost dark," her mother shouted from her house. Soon, the other children also left and headed straight back home. She tried to stand then a hefty and young handsome man in dark greyish yukata helped her to stand. Hibara put her hand around his shoulder then he pulled her up then helped her to walk back to her house which was nearby. "Thanks, Kazawa! See you tomorrow," she waved her hand then entered. Kazawa waved his hand back and smiled. Kazawa was a man of age 23 and he had set his eyes on Hibara since the first time he heard her reading poems to the villagers beautifully when she was 10. After the sun had set, nobody could be seen roaming outside around the hamlet. Every family was busy with their own entertainment in each hut and the night in the hamlet was only noisy when there was an event, a ceremony or even a celebration celebrated there in the small village. This hamlet consisted of only 6 families and their houses were all connected in a long L-shaped hut. It was surrounded by thick forest and there was only one path which led to a town but the journey took hours to end thus only the elders and strong men were allowed to leave the hamlet and supplied food and other things needed by the villagers. They usually left the village to sell their products since most of the family were very skillful in wood crafts, blacksmith and arts. It was dawn, an hour before the sun rose, the villagers were awakened from their night dream and worked to their bone. They began their life with a normal daily routine, washed faces and had some breakfast for each family. The sun rose and everyone was awake and proceeded to their work and finished what needed to be done. The children were playing in the middle of the village together with Hibara. Kazawa, who was cutting wood at the moment, stopped as he saw Hibara laughed and smiled while playing with the children. Her smile stole his heart, her beautiful light brown hair waved beautiful in the brieze, her glowing fair skin. Shigeru, one of the young men, put the axe on his shoulder and clapped Kazawa''s shoulder. Another two young men approached them. Shigeru watched Kazawa who set his eyes on the village''s special yet beautiful beauty. "Kazawa-kun, have you asked her?" Shigeru smirked. "Ask what?!" Kazawa replied. "If you haven''t made a move on her, then we will definitely take the opportunity to approach her first," teased one of the two young men. Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. "Don''t joke around!" Kazawa punched the man''s stomach slowly then they laughed, witnessing Kazawa''s face which immediately turned red. "Hehe, look at his face, it''s red like a chilli," they teased him again. One of the children who played with Hibara whispered to her then they all set their eyes on Kazawa and the others. Kazawa''s heart beat quickly. Hibara, who witnessed his embarrassment, smiled and giggled. "Nee Kazawa, I think that this is the best time to propose. Tell her, or you''re a chicken?" Shigeru whispered and smiled wryly. "I''m not a chicken and I''ll definitely do it!" He replied and strode in Hibara''s direction. "Go go Kazawa!" Shouted the men. Kazawa stopped in front of Hibara then they exchanged glances. The children surrounded them and smiled. Kazawa was nervous and staring at her beautiful light brown eyes made his heart beat even faster. His yukata was soaked in heavy sweat. He swallowed saliva and breathed in the air of courage. He took her hands and stared at her eyes. "Hibara-chan, will you- uhh- may I, uhh-" Kazawa mumbled with his hands shaking in her palms. "Will I?" Hibara replied with a charming and nervous smile. He leant closer to her ear and whispered, "can you make miso for me everyday after the vow?" Hibara was surprised and gazed at his eyes. "Yes," she cried, then she hugged him. The children threw petals on them and sang a song while they circled them. Shigeru and the others shouted a congratulatory message for Kazawa. They felt exalted over the engagement but it didn''t last. They heard a loud engine sound coming from the only path leading to the outside of the village. "Children, girls! Go inside the house and hide!" Shouted the elders. Hibara stared at Kazawa with her teary eyes then Kazawa bridal carried her and hid her in her house. "Kazawa," Hibara cried. Kazawa kissed her lips then hugged her then immediately left her without a single word. The elders immediately represented their products and pooled them in the middle of the village. Each elders exhibit their extraordinary arts, and wooden sculptures and other valuable work crafts. Three vintage cars and a truck entered the village then parked them. Men in black suits, armed with guns, got out of the cars and surrounded the valuable products. A man in a grey suit with his black hair combed to the back, got out of the maroon car which was bigger in size than the others. He exhaled the greyish light smoke of his cigar and stood there watching the products. Four of his men scanned the products then one of them shouted in rage. An old man in a grey yukata marched nervously forward. The man picked up a wooden Russian doll toy and showed it to the old man. "How valuable is this doll, old man?" He growled. The old man shook his head but didn''t let his eyes escape from the ground. The man was annoyed by the old man''s attitude then he kicked him in the face and pointed his pistol to his head. "I swear, I''ve no other valuable things that I can offer to you, sir," cried the old man. "Liar!" The man stomped on his head. The man in a grey suit walked closer. "What''s the commotion?" He asked in a deep and slow but angry voice. "This old man has nothing to exchange. Should we take his life instead, papa?" The man in the grey suit saw a shadow of a woman from the window of one of the rooms in the house. He immediately ordered his man to storm that room. It was the old man''s house. "Find anything that''s valuable," the man in a grey suit commanded. The old man tried to scream but his head was spinning after being hit multiple times. Two of the men in black suits entered the house then soon they heard a screaming voice of a young woman. "Let go of me!" The woman cried. The two men dragged Hibara and dropped her harshly onto the gathered products. She got close to the old man then she hugged him. "What have you done to my father?" Hibara cried in anguish. "She will hit a good price, papa," one of the men suggested to the Mafia don. "Take her," he turned back and headed to his car. The men harshly dragged Hibara away from her father, neglecting her scream. Her father was too weak to defend her. Kazawa got closer and punched the men in the face. He hijacked a pistol from one of the men and aimed it at the Mafia don. "Papa!" His men immediately aimed their guns at Kazawa. "Take my life and leave her alone!" Scolded Kazawa. "Kazawa! Don''t do this!" Hibara cried and hugged him from behind. "As your wish but your life won''t pay the price," the Mafia don shoot Kazawa''s forehead with his classic golden pistol, "take the girl." Hibara cried and screamed as she watched Kazawa''s frozen body lie on the ground with blood flooding around his head. Her head was hit then she was unconscious. All of the products together with Hibara were put into the truck then the Mafia gang left the village and left traces of sorrowness to the village. Kazawa''s death was an honourable death, he dared to sacrifice himself for his loved one. The Handicapped Painter Part II Hibara was eventually conscious after hours of being unconscious. She opened her eyes wider and sat up. She was in a huge room with a grostheque designed on the wall and ceiling. The floor was cold and the patterns were like an art but similar on every square. There were transparent walls which she believed were made of glass with the beautiful scenery of different geometric buildings. She knew that she was in the city and it was much different from her village. Her father was originally from the city and he was a traveler but he stayed in the village after he got married to her mother when they were young. Her father used to tell her a lot of stories about the city but the present city was more developed than the city her father used to tell. He stopped traveling 2 decades ago which was in 1937. She looked ahead when she heard the sound of the door being opened then three men. They were the Mafia don, his secretary and his bodyguard. The Mafia don went closer to her then squatted in front of her. He pulled her yukata and stripped her, neglecting her tears. He looked away in great disappointment. He pulled her prosthetic leg and examined the material used. "You, you''re not perfect! You''re worthless but your prosthetic leg is worth a great price," depicted the Mafia don. He stood and ordered his bodyguard to remove her prosthetic leg and immediately ordered him to dispose of her. Hibara hugged his legs and begged him to give her liberation in exchange for her talent. "What can you offer me that is worth my price?" The Mafia don asked without looking at her. "Arts, painting! I can paint for you and you can sell them. If one painting isn''t enough, then I''ll paint more!" She cried. "Very well, your wish will be granted but the first art must be worth the price of your perfect body. You finish your painting within 4 hours," "4? That won''t be enough," "Then die." The Mafia don left the room together with his secretary and his bodyguard. Soon, a female servant in an odd black and white outfit entered the room with a complete set of art tools together with a huge canvas. She left immediately. Two men in black suits were ordered to guard her and one of them was bald. She painted her art on the floor since she couldn''t stand in the absence of her prosthetic leg. She tied her hair then drew. She wept away her sweat everytime they almost dropped on her art. The bald man looked at her in a lecherous way even though she only had half of her right hip. Her sweaty fair neck looked sexy, her slender hand moving the brush made him arouse compassion. Her exposed leg was fair and smooth, he had a strong desire to touch and kiss it. Hibara managed to finish her art a minute before her time ended. The Mafia don came back to the room and was enchanted by her beautiful painting. It was a painting of a black-hair woman in a blood red dress walking in dark greyish water. The sky was dark and the scenery looked melancholic. He ordered his man to move her to a room where she could paint all day long. The two men who guarded her harshly dragged her to a huge similar room but empty. The room only had a bathroom and small trees planted in vases, located at each corner of the room. They left art tools and huge papers to draw on in the room and a small round wooden table in the middle of the room. All of the men abandoned her in the room so that she could hear the sound of the door being locked. Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. She laid on the cold floor and gazed upon the grostheque golden pattern attached to the white ceiling. She buried her face in her palms and cried thinking that she was farther from her father and her fianc¨¦ was dead. She sat up straight then wept her tears away when a man entered the room. He was the bald bodyguard. He locked the door and got closer to her. He pulled her leg then grabbed hands. "What are you doing! Let go of me!" Hibara screamed and cried. "Shhh," he put his index finger on her lips, "I''ll wipe away your tears and let you enjoy the modern entertainment." Hibara was terrified by his words. His voice was deep and low. She tried to crawl away but the man moved faster than she did. She cried and begged the man to leave her alone. "Shhh, be a good girl," he whispered. He spread her leg and removed her yukata. He rushly unzipped his trousers and inserted something into her private part. She screamed in pain but the man covered her mouth with his palm. Unfortunately, nobody was there at the moment and nobody helped her. She cried but her beautiful teary eyes made the man want more. She could feel something hot entering her and her body heated up. The man left her naked on the cold floor after he was fully satisfied. He kissed her chest before he left then locked the door again. She was weak and immobile. She pulled her yukata slowly and covered her naked body like a blanket then cried. She didn''t stop crying thinking that her good day had rotted and she even lost her virginity on the same day. She eventually slept due to her weakening body. She opened her eyes slowly after a few hours of sleeping. She saw some good food prepared on a silver tray which was on the round table. Her stomach was rumbling but she ain''t got the appetite to eat the attractive food. She sat up slowly and put on her yukata. She ate a little bit of the food that was almost untouched when she was done. Half an hour later, a different female servant entered the room and picked up the tray then left again. Hibara didn''t know what to do except drawing but her sadness restricted her from being a talented painter but she forced herself to paint a more productive and exotic art. The next day, while painting her new art, a different bodyguard entered the room. He was hefty and he had a lower ponytail. He was in his thirties, judging from his beard and moustache. Hibara was so surprised and she was terrified. She was traumatized by yesterday''s horrific incident. She tried to drag herself using her hand and headed to the bathroom but the man caught her before she could reach the bathroom. He covered her mouth before she could scream aloud. Poor woman, she cried and begged for mercy. He hugged her from behind with one of his hands. She could feel his muscles hidden inside the clothes. She pulled his hand downward but his strength was on another level. His palm was bigger than the man before and even bigger than Kazawa''s hand. "You think you can hide in the bathroom, sweety?" He licked her tears then licked her sweaty neck, "don''t worry sweety, beside being a painter in this mansion, be the employee of a sex service for the bodyguards here." She cried then the man untied the **** then exposed her body. He touched her shoulder then moved down slowly. He touched her chest then removed her yukata from her private part, exposing it. Similar as before, a hot long object entered her body via her private part. The man moved his hips back and forward, droning out a voice of satisfaction. She moaned and cried at the same time. "You''re cute, sweety despite being handicap, sweety. Losing a leg won''t be a problem, sweety, as long as-" the man inserted his object deeper until she could feel his abs touching her hot bottom, "as long as you''re sexy, sweety." She screamed but not loud because the man''s palm was too big to limit the level of her voice. He raped her harsher and quicker. "Sweety, I wish I could hear your voice screaming," the man whispered with a flirty voice. Someone knocked on the door then the man stopped. He kissed her neck before he left her and locked her in the room again. Crying in agony, she screamed and cried loudly due to the stressful day at the new place. She wished to die and she regretted refusing death at the beginning of the deal. She screamed until she lost her melodious voice. The Handicapped Painter Part III The next day and the day after, the same thing happened but today, she managed to lock herself in the bathroom. The bodyguard knocked on the door harshly and it banged loudly like repeated thunder. She leaned at the corner of the bathroom and hugged herself. After a few moments, the sound stopped and she heard the sound of the outer door being slammed. She waited a few minutes then unlocked and opened the door ajar. She scanned every part of the room even though it was empty then left the bathroom. She headed to her unfinished painting then picked up her brush. The door opened and a young man in black vase* entered. She was about to escape then screamed but the young man meant no harm. "I-it''s ok, young miss, I mean no harm! I came here under Don''s order," the young man explained. She glared at him and he looked younger than she did. He was a teenage boy and approximately 18 years old, judging from his voice, height and face. He got closer to her and took her hand slowly. She was surprisingly calm in his presence. He examined her pulses on her wrist when the bodyguard rushly entered. He demanded the young man to leave immediately. She was terrified and tears flowed on her cheeks. The young man then realised that she needed him to protect her. She grasped his sleeves tightly and whispered to him to stay. "Your job is done, now leave!" The man kicked the young man then dragged him out of the room. He slammed the door then locked it. The man looked at Hibara and untied his tie. The man was approximately 28 years old and he was a bit handsome but his lecherous attitude towards Hibara made her wishing for death instead. He strode to her and grabbed her by her hair. "Let- go!! It hurts!" She screamed. He released her hair harshly then he sat on her. He lowered his body then kissed her lips. He kissed her deeply until their saliva mixed in his mouth. He released her and licked his lips. He removed his coat then unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his trousers. He pulled her body harshly against him then stroke her waist. He stroked her hips then spreaded her leg. "Honey, let''s hear you moan," he whispered and smiled wryly. "No!! Let go of me, you pervert!" Hibara cursed then slapped his face harder. He smiled then chuckled, "you''re being fierce, aren''t you, honey?" He laughed in a low tone then put his thing inside her harshly. She moaned and cried. Tears never stop flowing from her eyes like soft cascades. He moved his waist up and down, letting his hot liquid flow in her. He could feel her hands grasping him tightly and her leg spreaded more. He watched her sweaty and hot body, it was so sexy and fair. Her red cherry face and her voice crying in agony. "Let''s bear fruit, honey. You''ll bear my fruit even if I''m not the one who stole your throne!" He kissed her neck and moved his object deeper and deeper until all of it was inside her. He enjoyed listening to her voice moaning while crying and he enjoyed seeing tears on her red face. He removed his shirt and hugged her body. He shamelessly raped her on the cold floor. "I won''t stop, honey. You''re sexy and- adorable- ah-" he moaned of satisfaction, "come on, honey, move your hips. Don''t let me work alone, you''ve been crying for so many days that I haven''t seen you enjoy our activities." Hibara cried and moaned until she eventually lost her voice again but her tears still flowed. The man laid her body against the cold floor and stared at her teary eyes while moving his waist up and down. He kissed her chin then licked her tears. Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. He raped her for more than an hour and she eventually lost her energy to resist him. But he was still unsatisfied. He kissed her lips deeply, at the same time insert his object deeper at its limit. She was so beautiful when she was at her lethargic state, her eyes were like stars twinkling in the darkest night, her fair skin was as fair as glowing snow and her lips were as red as blood. Her face was red as cherry. He was still unsatisfied but looking at her lethargic state made him half mad. He stared in her eyes then removed his object out slowly then insert it deeper harshly. Hibara''s eyes were wide open but she couldn''t let her voice out. Her tears flowed more, she was in pain. The man harshly put his thing in and out letting Hibara cried in a great pain. She touched her private part and wished him to stop by showing her teary eyes to him. The man put Hibara''s hands on his object once he let it out then used them to rub it. She closed her eyes tightly then pulled her hands away. The man lifted her chin. "Are you trying to defy me, honey?" The man warned her. He angrily pulled her waist then put his object in her again but harsher than before. He was greatly anguished that he raped her harsher and harsher until she was in a great pain like a nightmare which came true. "This is for defying me!" He shouted then bit her shoulder leaving red marks on it. Hibara was too weak to resist that she collapsed. The man stopped moving and slapped her face slowly but she didn''t respond. He felt guilty that she might die. He put on his shirt then abandoned her. Head spinning and weak, Hibara finally awakened. She cried when she looked at her pathetic state. She felt pathetic and useless. She cleaned herself then put on her yukata. She tried to find something sharp to cut her throat or stab her heart but she couldn''t find anything. She waited until the female servant entered to serve her food. #The female servant finally entered, then left the silver tray on the round wooden table. She left her alone again. She took the silver fork with her shaky hand. She lifted it then the young man before entered and stopped her from harming herself. He threw the fork away then hugged her to comfort her.# One week had passed, Hibara stroked her paintbrush against the surface of the huge white canvas and left traces of dark blue colour. She filled the white spaces with dark blue paint at the top part and ice blue at the lower part. The colour mixed brightly in the middle creating different gradients of colours. A man with the top of his hair dyed bright red dye entered the room silently trying not to alert Hibara who was busy with her painting. He heard stories about the other bodyguards who were killed and he also heard stories about Hibara opening a sex service when they actually made that up. It was his first time looking at the rumoured girl, she was comely and sexy just like what the others had mentioned. This man in black suit had a fierce looking face, his eyes glared like a tiger, he had two piercings on his lips and several more piercings on his ears. He looked like a gangster leader rather than a follower. He squatted in front of Hibara and stared into her eyes. Hibara was surprised then she moved backward quickly and looked away. "I''m Tsukasa, yours?" He offered his right hand. "Hi-Hibara," she replied nervously then her face turned red. "Hahaha, you''re adorable! Just like what the others said," he laughed then sat in front of her art. He smiled but he seemed smirking to her because of his fierce face. Then he got closer to her and took her hands then pulled her body to him. Hibara was scared and thought that the same thing would happen again after a week free from her torment. He pulled her body up instead and helped her to stand. She looked into his eyes with her teary and wet eyes because she was in a dilemma. "I can''t imagine myself standing with one leg only," Tsukasa conveyed. He put one of his hands on her waist and one hand grasped her soft hand. They exchanged glances then he started to move slowly. "Tsukasa-san, I can''t dance!" She cries. "It''s alright, I''ll help you and teach you to dance at the same time," he replied. Hibara hugged his body with her other arm when she almost fell. Tsukasa chuckled and danced with her instead. He developed a unique feeling for her in a single glance. Was it love at first sight? He asked her about her village while waltzing about her age. "I''m 16," she replied softly. "Ehh?! But you look like an adult woman in their twenties," he conveyed. He stopped moving then wrapped his arms around her body. He stroked her hair softly like patting a cat''s head. Hibara was still in a dilemma but she felt warm in his arms. He helped her to sit down when someone entered the room. His shift had ended and he was replaced by that man. Tsukasa felt like staying but the man insisted that he leave immediately. His lecherous eyes could be seen trying to rape her. "Don''t you dare to touch her! Stay outside!" Tsukasa grabbed the man by his collar then released it. The Handicapped Painter Part IV Before the man could do anything, the female servant entered the room with a silver tray in her hand then as usual put it on the round wooden table. The man hissed then locked her in her room. Hibara felt relieved and enjoyed her food. They served miso soup and rice with 3 takoyaki in a small ceramic bowl. She felt grateful to be able to eat a delicious meal but the bodyguards were perverts, they raped her instead of guarding the door outside. "Gochisousama Desu," she recited then put her chopsticks on the tray. She felt like she was spinning suddenly, then her sight turned blurry. She felt sick then hurried to the bathroom and vomited. Soon, she was sick for several days but she ate quite a lot of food. The normal amount of food served wasn''t enough for her. The bodyguards dared not to get close to her thanks to her sickness. She always vomited when she smelled the smell of the paint. She has stopped painting since then. The next day, Tsukasa entered the room and questioned her current condition. She told him to not worry but he was still worried. He touched her forehead but she was totally fine. In a sudden, the Mafia don entered the room together with his secretary and his hefty bodyguard. He saw Tsukasa show kindness to her. Tsukasa stood up then bowed. The Mafia don took her painting and examined it. "It''s still unfinished, why? I was being flexible with you, I let you finish one art a day, now it''s almost two weeks but you can''t even finish one art. Do you wish for freedom or banishment?" The Mafia don complained. "Papa, the other bodyguards, they are-" "Yes, I heard about it. Fuji-kun killed them then he himself get killed too. He was na?ve," the Mafia don cut Tsukasa before he could finish his words. The smell of the painting was concentrated in the air which made Hibara sick. Tsukasa bridal-carried her but was stopped by the Mafia don. "Leave her alone, you''re never kind to anyone," "But not anymore, sorry Papa," Tsukasa disobeyed the Mafia Don''s order. His secretary almost took out his gun but the Mafia don stopped him. He exhaled the smoke of his cigar and waited until they were done. "Papa, the girl, she''s not sick, she''s pregnant," the secretary whispered to the Mafia don. "How can this be?" He asked with a deep monotone voice. "The bodyguards who guarded her before raped her. One of them might be the father of the child," The Mafia don showed no expression and he didn''t care too much about the girl. Tsukasa and Hibara left the bathroom then Tsukasa helped her to sit. The Mafia don immediately pulled her yukata harshly and examined her stomach. He released her then ordered his man to dispose of her immediately. A pathetic filthy girl like her deserved no place in his mansion. "But she didn''t do it purposely, papa!" Cried Tsukasa. The Mafia don left without a word, Tsukasa followed him. Hibara was left alone in the room. She was surprised then she cried. At night, she received the news. Tsukasa sacrificed himself so that Hibara could live. Unfortunately, Hibara didn''t love him but she felt sorry for his death and even guilty. Nine months had passed in a flash, her stomach swollen and it was huge and round. She covered her face when she painted so that she was able to paint. She strokes her stomach every time she paints. The female servants who sent her food couldn''t wait to see her newborn baby soon. The Mafia don let her live as long as she paint a beautiful and productive arts for him to sell. One evening, an old maid entered the room and served her meal. Before she left, Hibara was in great pain. She bled, and the maid immediately called the other maids to help her. It was time for Hibara to give birth to her child. Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. Releasing the pain, she finally heard the sweet voice of an infant cry then she collapsed. She woke up and saw her newborn baby sleeping in her arms. She was so happy about it. She sat up then tore her sleeves and the lower part of her yukata and used them to wrap her little child and as the child''s blanket to keep him warm. The maid gave her some new clothes for her but the Mafia don demanded them to throw them away. They could do nothing except provide her some good meals and new paints and canvas. She never changed her clothes since the first day she was brought into the mansion. She wore a ragged yukata, exposing her skin more than before. She gave birth to a beautiful boy, she loved the child more than anyone else. One lovely morning, she sang a lullaby when her little boy cried then the Mafia don entered the room alone with his secretary. The little boy slowed down her painting process so he needed to be disposed of. His secretary hijacked her baby from her arms then left immediately. Hibara cried then begged the Mafia don to give her mercy. She just wanted to be with her child. The Mafia don ignored her then deserted her in the room. She cried and banged the door, begging for somebody to give her back her child. She cried until she lost her voice. Poor woman cried the whole day for her child. In an office, the secretary still held the sleeping little boy in his arms. "What should we do with this child, papa?" He asked. The mafia don opened the panel of the window then took the child. He lifted him up in the air and before he released the child, the little boy woke up and smiled then he laughed. The little boy''s smile softened his heart, instead of disposing of him, he kept the infant in his arms. He closed the window then tickled the little boy''s belly. He laughed, showing his gum without teeth. The Mafia don left his office alone then headed to Hibara''s room. He knew how wrong he was, he developed compassion from the child. He realised that he wanted to raise the child too and be his father. Crying, Hibara heard the ticking sound of the door being unlocked. She sat up and saw the Mafia don and her little infant. The Mafia don gave her the boy then she hugged him tightly. She growled at him and forced him to not touch her child. She was so fierce and wild when people touched or got closer to her infant. At night, the Mafia don tried to think of a way to soften Hibara''s heart when she was so wild and vicious. He wanted Hibara to be with him, together with her child. The next day, he asked his men to move Hibara to a luxurious bedroom so she could sleep comfortably with her child. He even gave her new clothes for her to wear and he forced her to wear them. She looked elegant with those dresses. Not just that, but her prosthetic leg was given back to her. The Mafia don bought back her sold prosthetic leg then added some wire so that she was able to stand and walk properly. Hibara''s life was getting merrier and happier. She lived comfortably in the mansion even though she spent most of the time painting in her new room but she had the best companion who loved to laugh and smile. She could dance with her child in the presence of her prosthetic wooden leg. One morning, a maid entered her room with a flat cuboid box and a letter on top of it. She then bowed then left. Hibara looked inside the box, a beautiful red velvet blouse and a pair of red high heel shoes were in them. She opened the letter and read it: "I''m inviting you to dinner later at 7 p.m.. Wear the blouse and the shoes, I insist!" She wanted to smile but refused to do so. At night, the Mafia don was waiting for her outside her bedroom, smoking his cigar with a maid. He looked so elegant and handsome. Hibara opened the door then got out with her child. The Mafia don took her child and gave it to the maid. He led her way to the guest dining table then the waitresses in the mansion served them spaghetti. They had seafood for the second menu. Hibara enjoyed the meal. "Thank you for the invitation, Shogun-sama," Hibara thanked the Mafia don. Shogun didn''t say a word. The next morning, he visited Hibara and she looked so happy that she smiled when she greeted him. He set his eyes on the art. He leant closer behind her. "Shogun-sama, you''re too close," she whispered nervously. Shogun took her brush and her palette and put them on the wooden stool. He turned her body and faced her. He lifted her chin then grabbed her waist slowly. Hibara stared at him nervously then her face turned red. He leant closer and before he could kiss her, Yuu, her little boy, cried. Hibara rushed to Yuu then lifted her up. She slowly clapped his body and let him sleep. Shogun disappointingly left the room. The next night, he summoned her to his room. Hibara rushed to his room and saw the drunken man sitting on his expensive Chinese wood armchair. He called Hibara to get closer. He ordered her to pour the champagne into his wine glass. She poured them slowly until it filled half of the glass. He finished it in a minute. His face was bright red and his eyes were flirty. He took her hands and kissed them. "Hibara, I love you, I want you to be my bride and I want to be the father of your child and your children in the future. I want Yuu, his little laugh, I miss him. And I need you, Hibara," Shogun mumbled. "Shogun-sama, you''re drunk. You might need some sleep," she shyly answered but her face turned red. She laid Shogun on his bed then Shogun pulled her closer. He hugged her body tightly. "Shogun-sama, Yuu might need me," He pulled then pushed her on the bed, "Hibara, I want to make love with you, I love you, Hibara," Shogun kissed her lips deeply. He kissed her slowly, passionately rubbing her body. Hibara was surprised but she kissed him back. They made love that night. Love grew within the hearts of the two lovers and eventually got married and so the tormenting story of the poor painter ended.