"You must be the one they're talking about that's good to play with. Don't make me wait for too long or I will do this," A harsh kick hits my covered stomach, his length shoved into my mouth as I gasp in shock at the light pain. Once my mouth is free I nod in silence, pushing back the thoughts screaming at me to end this misery once and for all. Watching his body hit the expensive bed, I strip off my clothes, letting my hands linger until I go and straddle him. The audible gulp makes me smirk a bit as I remove his pants, revealing his boner as I throw them into the pile of clothes nearby. His chest is toned and chisled, but as I touch him, he shudders, nervous.

   "You will be fun to play with hun. I can't wait to hear you scream my name." The blue eyes darken in lust as I sit down slowly on him, the length long and rock hard. It's going to be another long night I muse, my eyes turn dull as I go on autopilot with the world around me in shades of monochrome. An hour later I am left alone in the special room, glaring at several of the light grey stains tainting the walls and floors. I grimace as I clean up the best I can, barely acknowledging my father and mother as they give a smile at my success and cash from the past day and a half in a two brief cases. My job wasn't fun, it was torture, but if I disobeyed I would personally be tortured by my parents. It's much worse when they do it, but all sense of pain left me when I was younger and forced to do this to continue to live. If I ever meet my soulmate, I am getting out of this hellhole.

   "You will be going to college so don't disappoint us." They leave with victorious smirks as I follow, taking a left as I enter my room with a sigh, locking the door for safety measures. The bare walls and simple yet formal clothes with comfortable ones in the dresser and closet makes me sigh. It was predictable what happens every night as a male or female gets what they want and leaves in the next hour. The business ends as soon as college starts, meaning no more for me as they get a few girls from clubs to do it for money. The emotions I feel are dull as I change into loose, grey comfy sweatpants and black fitting t-shirt, a beanie on my head as I let my dark curls hang two inches under my shoulders. Soft plush socks cover my feet as I put on the black wrap around my hands and arms, fingers left untouched and exposed as the wrap goes up to my elbows, snug and comfy.

   Grabbing my laptop I snuggle into the nest of pillows and blankets on my bed, logging in and smiling as I receive a message from a friend in New York. The comfort of being in my own bed and talking to my long distance friends brings a solemn peace inside of me. It's not until one in the morning I get everything ready for the day, satisfied as I give a confirmed response to the email for the job and college list. A small smile adorns my face as I go to bed, the next three weeks will be torture echoing in my thoughts.

   "You have two clients to deal with Serah and you'll have a break to get ready for the next one. He has unusual taste, so we bought what you needed to impress him." I just nod and sigh as my mother allows the two clients to enter, locking the door behind her. A blonde with silver eyes and black haired male with blue eyes watch me hungrily as I step forward in a low cut, revealing black dress that hugs my figure. Nearly leaving nothing to the imagination as it ends barely below my thighs. I gesture for them to come closer as each one takes behind and in front of me, feeling me up. Without another word I urge them on, trapped between the two as long as they desired.

   "Finally. Who the hell fancies someone dressed in...this?" Struggling to find words at the rather revealing outfit, I head out in the slutty maid uniform with cat ears and a tail. A stifled gasp is heard from myself as I see the cat toys and adult toys lying around. I will need to bleach my eyes after this. Several times. Grumbling, I get in position and wait for the last client of the day. The door opens as they appear, freezing me as the client appears with more people trailing behind. Cameras point in my direction as the male client looks at me with a smirk, color flooding my vision as I meet his eyes. Tears prickle in the corner of my eyes as the smirk leaves in a flash, I give a bitter laugh.

   "Of fucking course my soulmate has to be you. Go ahead prove to the world you're an asshole. The crowd gives away you thought I was easy and wanted to be part of this. Just leave me alone, I'll take my parent's punishment over this shit from you." I stand tall at six foot, glaring in contempt at the group and soulmate. I don't take notice of the colors, furious as I push past everyone and leave heading to my parent's office. "Punish me instead of that asshole. I'd take that any day over him." I barge in without warning as they just smirk in response, a dark gleam in their eyes as I lock the door, ignoring the pleas of my soulmate outside.

   The light peaking through the curtains wake me up from slumber as I grimace at the pain. Memories flash through my head at yesterday as I spent the next few agonizing hours with my parent's before limping to my bedroom last night to patch myself up. My outfit was the same as the night before, it was my comfort clothes and my favorite outfit. I sigh as I see blood seeping from the wounds, soon to be scars, as I change my bandages with ease from the large health kit and supplies I have. I leave the outfit on as I head downstairs to make breakfast, the weekend making me sigh in relief. No business on the weekends as I am free of my parent's when they leave to go do whatever. The spotless black and red kitchen makes me smile as I got out ingredients to do bacon, eggs, and toast. Taking out my phone I put on the rock playlist, letting it echo in the empty house. I Write Sins Not Tragedies comes on as I sing along, resisting the urge to dance as I make breakfast.

   "Damn that smells good, good looking. I could get used to living here with you by my side." I sneer at the voice as his arms wrap around my waist. I shove him away with a huff, washing the dishes as my soulmate tries to woo me. I don't respond to kisses against my neck nor the hands firmly placed on my hips as I grab my plate after the dishes are put away.

   "You lost me as soon as you tried to film me yesterday. I don't give a shit what my parent's said to you, but you're not welcome here. You come in my room, you die slowly by my hands." A sharp tone in my voice makes him quiet down as I eat in silence, the angered look in his eyes giving away his true intentions. Neither of us try to diffuse the tension as he watches me eat and clean the dishes green eyes cutting into me. "You get everything you want, it's obvious, but I am not something you can own just by buying me or being my soulmate. Soulmates are supposed to love each other, not make fun of them for their forced job." Shaking my head in disappointment, I leave him alone in the kitchen as I gather the laundry and do my chores, headphones on as I listen to music.

   "I'm sorry. I didn't think I'd ever meet my soulmate in a whorehouse." He catches me off guard as I fold clothes, slapping him as I turn around, eyes blazing. The sentence burns into my head as I give a cold glare, terrifying him. Putting down the laundry I was previously folding, I shove him until his back hits the door, fists clenched in anger.

   "This whorehouse has been my home for years asshole. I was forced into doing this or I would have died years ago. The fact you are my soulmate makes me laugh. I swore I was going to leave when I found you, but plans change isn't that right?" Ignoring his flinch as I raise my hand to my hips, the guilt apparently kicking in as he tries to talk. "Don't ever talk to me and leave me the fuck alone. The joy you're supposed find was replaced by pain and hurt. Something I thought I'd never feel again." Pressing close to his body my lips touch his ear as a dazed look appears in his eyes right before I push him out, shutting the door and locking it. Soulmate or not, he's just another rich male trying to find pleasure in humiliating others like myself.

Three Weeks Later

   "Leave me alone you bastard!" I growl at the stubborn male in front of me, his green eyes begging me to listen. I rip my hands away from his, arms crossed with a deadly glare. "Start talking before I leave now." Lighting up with joy as he goes to hug me, I dodge his grip and begin to walk away.

   "I never meant to insult you or anyone else who works here. It was supposed to be a joke between my friends and I to embarrass or humiliate the prostitute as we fucked her. I have morals, but I was bored and figured it would be easy to do then leave. Then I saw you, the most beautiful girl I ever met, but when I saw your amethyst eyes I knew I was a goner. I fucked up when you left and paid your parents to let me stay here at least until I convinced you to go with me back home." The sincerity in his words make me pause as I take in his anxious form, green eyes filled with regret and longing. I sigh as my heart beats against my ribcage at his confession. The past three weeks of him trying to apologize and make up for it made me smile thinking back on it. He stopped my parents from continuing the business, paying them himself. Offering to do chores and jobs with me, cooking, everything. He was kind and sweet, shy when he approached me, but sincere in everyway. I look away from his eyes, a tint covering my cheeks as I feel these strange, but warm emotions. Around him and what I love to do. Freezing, I look at my soulmate with wide eyes. I love him. I loved Robert even after our horrible meeting as he told me his name.

   Damn it, I'm screwed aren't I? Musing to myself I grab his wrists and pull him downward, letting my lips connect with his. His hands go to my hips, our bodies touching with no physical space between us as he responded to the kiss. We pull away as our foreheads touch, breathless. I bring my arms around his waist and hold him, humming in content as he does the same.

   "I'll only forgive you if you kiss me." The kind smile on his face makes my heart race as he closes the distance between our lips, whispering. "Anything for you Serah. I love you too." I blush and connect my lips with his, embarrassed yet happy at the same time. All I needed was an unusual soulmate like Robert. Someone who's just as weird as I am.