"To put it simply, you're going to be our son's toy." The man who was sitting in front of me crossing his legs said nonchalantly. There was no emotion in his voice.

I looked up to the man, whose name was Mr. Kajanoka I found out later. I said nothing in reply.

But what surprised me the most was my own mind. How it was completely blank and devoid of any feelings. The cruel and horrendous incidents of my pathetic life left me entirely numb and empty when I was supposed to cry my eyes out and start making a revenge plan against my lovely mom. Maybe I was literally at my wit's end. 

"And in return we'll pay for your studies." Mrs. Kajanoka said lightly.

"So, to put it bluntly, you bought me to make me your sadistic, psychopathic son's so-called toy and I have to let him do whatever he wants with me until he’s satisfied. I can't complain if he abuses me because if I do, I'll be kicked out from this beautiful family". I said sarcastically and venomously.

Mr. Kajanoka coughed a bit, but it didn't seem like my sarcastic retort affected him one bit. He continued to stare at me.

"And it will be a huge problem for you since you don't have any place or family to return." Mrs. Kajanoka said in a monotone voice. “Your own mother sold you off, after all.”

I looked down at my lap. I felt a painful tug in my heart hearing cruel words but no, there were no tears threatening to fall in my eyes. I sat still on my chair.

'I'm the daughter of an exceptionally loving mother, after all.'

"Why don't you take him to a doctor or something?" I asked. There was no curiosity in my voice but I still asked them.

"We did. No therapy, no medicine can cure him. This is the only thing we can do to keep our son happy as parents."

"You're sick." I spat as their idea of being a good parent made me want to puke.

"Sick?" Mr. Kajanoka asked me amused. "You really think you can say that when your own mother sold you for 30000 yen? "

I remained silent and motionless. This time it took all my self-control to stop myself from bursting out in tears. 

"Don't worry. He will not never hurt you sexually if that's what you're afraid of. He is just 11, Ena."

"Then?" I whispered in a hoarse voice.

"Just know this for now. You'll get to understand him on your own later. Think it as a give and take business. We'll give you the opportunity to study at one of the most prestigious schools in the country, live a high profile life, in return you just have to help our child with your body."

I remained silent as I thought about my situation keeping my rationality as intact as possible in this state. I had nowhere to go. I had no family and I definitely had no money. Even if I escaped from this house I had nowhere to return. If I let this chance slip away from my hand, I've to end up in the streets and then I'll literally die from starvation. 

Besides, they don't want much. Just my body. That might sound sexual when I put it into words, but it was not. I can finish my studies from a good school if I agree. Maybe then I could think about escaping this hell. 

"What do I need to do?" I asked quietly. If my own mother can sell her only daughter, then what's wrong about me in selling my own body? And it's not like I'm going into prostitution or something.

Both Mr. and Mrs. Kajanoka smiled brightly. "You've made the right decision, Ena." Mr. Kajanoka said happily.

"But we need to make some preparations first." Mrs. Kajanoka said.

"What preparations?"

"First you need to cut your beautiful dark blue hair into shoulder length and dye your hair in chestnut color. Don't worry, it'll suit you."

I looked at my waist length dark blue hair utterly confused. "Why?"

"Because that's how our son and we want you to be. That's all we ask you to do if that's not much."

"You don't need to sound polite." I hissed in a dangerous tone thinking about how it couldn't get anymore crazier. "I know you're not."

Mr and Mrs Kajanoka just smiled. A smile that means nothing, totally devoid of emotions.

"I agree with whatever you want." I said in a low voice. “It's not like I like my hair that much anyway.”

“Wonderful!”

And the smile on their faces widened fully.

*** *** ***

My shoulder length chestnut hair swayed lightly with my motion as I entered the boy's room. As much as I learned from his parents, this was where he plays. 

Inside I found the boy on the fluffy, white carpet playing with a white toy train. The room looked a bit odd for a typical child of 11. The room was painted stark white color, the bed was white, the window, the curtain, the fan, the bookshelf, the floor everything was plain white. Even the toys were colored white. 

'What the hell…'

Then I finally turned my attention to the child. He looked like any other normal 11 year old kid. He had ash black hair and dark blue eyes. I stared into his eyes until I realized something.

'No, he's not like any other kid...' 

His eyes were completely empty. I never saw any 11 years old kid having eyes like that. His stare was totally blank like he has lost all his interest in this world. His dark blue eyes were like two holes.

I stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do anymore. My eyes were scanning the whole room and it's weird decoration when the kid finally decided to look at me.

"Are you my new doll?"

I almost flinched hearing his voice. It was as empty as his eyes. As if a robot was talking to me, only his voice was of a 11 years old child. 

"Uhm..." I thought for a while hearing the strange question. "I guess so."

"Okay." His reply was short and he went back to driving his white train back and forth once again.

Another moment of silence took over the room.

"Are you going to die just like the others?"

Now I literally jumped at this question. 'Die? No one told me anything about that?!’ I felt goosebumps trickling all over my body.

"Uhm... No, I don't think I'll die that easily." I said firmly to hide my scared state.

"LIER!!" He suddenly roared making me flinch. "You're just like the others! I know it! You all promise me that you'll keep me happy forever, but then..." 

He paused and looked at me straight in the eyes.

"... you all just die."

I flinched again.

"Do you have any idea how much I cry each time you die?"

I took a step back unwittingly.

He stood up, leaving his toy train on the floor. A sickeningly twisted smile appeared on his small face.

"You can't die anymore."

*** *** ***

'Is it day or night? Maybe it's day... But why is it so dark if it's a day?... No, maybe it's night... But if it's night then why is no one turning on the lights?'

I thought lazily as my questions were left unheard and unanswered. I shook my head slightly to snap back from my trance. I can't lose my head. There would be a lot of time to lose my head after this, but not now. I had to stay conscious no matter what.

I looked around myself slowly. I was still in the boy's playroom. But it looked different now from what I saw earlier.

There was fresh blood splattered everywhere around the room. The fresh, red blood complemented the white floor quite creepily, yet beautifully at the same time. How ironic to think that those were my own blood.

I turned my gaze lower towards my own state. My hands were still chained to the wall in each side lifting upwards. The cold, spiky shackles pierced into the skin of my wrists as blood kept gushing out like thick, red froth. The white dress I was wearing was covered in blood and bruises were visible on various bare parts of my body. My gaze was hazy and blurry and my brain wasn't working properly. My throat was hurting badly from all those screaming and crying earlier. My body was hurting in an indescribable pain.

"Ah, look you're alive!" The boy exclaimed. 

I groaned in agony.

"Did you know why my whole room is white?" He said absent-mindedly staring at the whip he was holding in his small hands. "And why are you wearing this pretty white dress?"

'No and I don't want to know.' I wanted to answer, but I knew that I better not. Instead, his leathered whip came down, lashing on my bruised body, creating another wound and fresh, hot blood started coming out instantly.

I screamed out of my lungs for the hundredth time.

"Because red looks the best on white." A psychotic grin replaced his grim expression. 

I tried to smile, but my lips stung badly as it was scraped too.

"I wonder who or what made you like this." I said weakly.

"DON'T PLAY WITH ME!!" He shouted, his face clouded with anger.

He started lashing on me again with the black leather whip. I screamed and screamed, but I knew no one would come. I had to suffer this torture on my own. After all, I'm the one who decided my own fate. This was my choice.

Maybe in hindsight, I was punishing myself in my own way. For being such a fool. For being so useless. For being a burden.

He lashed me for a quite long time and suddenly he lost interest. He threw the whip away like some unwanted toy. I opened my eyes slowly and painfully when everything stopped. The white floor, his white shirt, my white dress was covered in new, hot blood. I let out a sigh of relief. 

"Don't look so happy." He said monotonously. "I will kill you as much as I want until you are left with nothing." He took out a silver Swiss knife from his pocket. 

"You could've been like a little brother of mine." I tried to smile weakly in response. 

"I SAID DON'T PLAY WITH ME!!" He roared again. 

He put the sharp, silver knife near my collarbone and pressed it deeply. The knife pierced through my flesh and another flow of blood came gushing out, trickling down my chest. At first I felt nothing but soon after an unbelievable pain kicked in and I screamed again.

My neck, my arms, my shoulder. He started drawing lines with the knife all over my body. As if he was cutting a pattern on my body with the knife.

After what it felt like eternity, he finally stopped.

"What's your name?" I asked once I regained my sense.

"My name is Shinosuke. Shinosuke Kajanoka.'' He smiled. “Call me Shin.”

I stared at his smile. It was beautiful and surprisingly innocent. I remembered then. He's just eleven.

"What a beautiful name…" I said smiling back lightly.

Then my whole world turned black and I drifted into a deep sleep. Just before I fell unconscious, I saw his smile become brighter hearing my compliment.

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A/N: So, it's a big chapter. And EDITED.

By my leave~