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If your little ass decided that reading trigger warnings are not important for this book then you're wrong. You need to go back and read that! This book isn't very green flag, I'm not romanticising red flags either. It's just really dark, idc how much you think that 'oh I can take anything', you NEED to go back and read trigger warnings bcoz I'm not tolerating any hate comments<3

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"Y/N, be ready. Your turn is coming," I hear behind me as I turn around.

The guard lingers at the doorway of my chamber, one hand resting lazily against the frame. His eyes dragged slowly over my body, shameless and invasive, despite the white dress still covering my skin. His eyes has that primal lust in them which I have gotten used to already while living here.

I met his stare with a sharp, cold glare not getting intimidated by his lsut filled eyes.

"Get out," I said flatly.

A crooked smirk tugs at his lips, showing his yellowing teeth.

"Oh, come on. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before, trying all those filthy little tricks," he snickers. His voice dripped with mock sympathy," Change before Miss comes herself. You don't want another punishment, do you, little girl?"

My jaw tightens as I exhale. He isn't wrong. Women here aren't really treated like people. We are inventory. Property. Objects polished and prepared for other men's pleasure.

Privacy doesn't exist within these walls.

We bathed together while guards watched openly, their disgusting imaginations painted across their faces. During training sessions, they would stand around like spectators at a show. There isn't a single person in this institution who hasn't seen my body. And somehow, after years of living like this, I had learned to survive it even though I don't have the courage to accept it.

I have been brought into this world here, raised within these suffocating walls without ever being given a choice. I lived here. I obeyed here through every little instruction given, and somehow it has become a routine which isn't foreign to me anymore.

I know that I exist to serve.

I look at the guard once before before I decide that it's no use fighting. Slowly, I turn around and slip the white frock over my head, letting it pool at my feet. Cool air brushes against my bare skin, leaving me in nothing but my undergarments. I quickly grab the thin robe hanging nearby and wrap it around myself, desperate for even the smallest layer of protection.

I hate the way men looked at me. Hate how their eyes strip me bare long before their hands ever could. Still I could sense that sickening stare like if they even gotten a chance they would rip me off my purity.

Sliding my hand beneath the robe, I tug my panties down my legs until they drop soundlessly to the floor.

Behind me, the guard inhales sharply. I know what his eyes must look like right now. Disgusting.

I close my eyes for a brief moment. Not out of fear, but of humiliation.

The guards aren't allowed to touch me. Unlike the others, I am being preserved for something else. Something bigger or at least, that was what Miss always said.

I am being kept pure for him.

Turning back around, I lifted my chin and walked past the guard without another word. I can hear the inhale of his nose to take my scent in like that gets him off.

Today is an inspection day.

Once every month, every woman in the institution undergoes a medical examination-- especially concerning sexual health. This place isn't only a training center. It is also a strip club and a prostitution ring hidden beneath elegant lies and expensive walls.

The trained girls entertain clients, and healthy products are profitable products.

I'm nineteen, and in only a few days, I will turn twenty.

Most people look forward to birthdays, I dreaded mine. Because my twentieth birthday meant I would finally be sent to him.

According to Miss, that is actually the sole purpose of my existence. To serve him. To be trained to be his kept. And I have come on leads with the thought. I'm almost ready for it. I know what to do, how to do, and wait for that day to come.

As I reach the examination room, I hesitate near the door before knocking softly.

"Come in, Y/N," I hear her voice almost immediately as I open the door.

Miss stands near the gynecological chair, carefully arranging metal instruments beneath the sterile white lights. She's of fair height, a few inches shorter than I am. Her face is on smaller side. Large black spectacles frame her composed face, and her short bob hair rests neatly against her jaw.

She looks gentle, elegant, calm, but I know better. Nobody terrifies me more than she does. I know exactly what happens when someone breaks her rules.

I had tried escaping twice. The first time, she punished me with electric shocks powerful enough to leave my muscles cramping for days. The second time, I had almost made it outside the city before her guards found me unconscious near a dumping ground-- starving, exhausted, and too weak to run anymore.

That punishment had been worse. Electricity. Isolation. A freezing room in the middle of winter with nothing but a thin cotton robe covering my body.

After that, I stopped trying to escape, not because I accepted this life. Because fear had settled too deeply into my bones. Her soft smiles unsettle me. Her calmness frightens me more than rage ever could.

I walk toward the chair, and she gestures for me to lie down. I do. My back rests against uncomfortable leather as my feet are kept on the stand forcing my legs apart for inspection.

"Any pain? Discomfort?" she asks professionally as she pulls on a pair of gloves.

"No, Miss," I tell her.

She nods approvingly before opening my robe to examine my chest.

"As perky as ever," she murmurs while checking around my breasts with clinical precision.

Strangely, I no longer feel embarrassed around her. She has been examining me since childhood. Her touch feels less invasive than everyone else's. When she moves to the other end of the chair, I automatically bent my knees further apart for the examination.

The room remains silent except for the faint rustling of latex gloves and metal trays. She touches around my groin to see any signs of infection of weird discharge. It's unlikely for me to form any infections down there considering I don't serve men yet, but still that's a ritual. And it needs to be done.

After a few moments, she removes her gloves after she's content.

"Perfect," she says and straightens up between my legs.

I sit up immediately, pulling the robe tightly around myself again.

Miss moves toward my left arm and presses lightly against the inner side of it. Pain shoots through me as I hiss quietly.

"Still hurting?" she asked, "It's been nearly a week since the implant."

The contraceptive implant.

Every woman here receive one eventually. Miss despise complications, and pregnancies are considered inconveniences unless specifically planned. Even though I'm meant for the men here, I still belonged to the institution and institutions protected their investments.

"A little," I admit softly. She pats my head affectionately before washing her hands at the sink.

"Your birthday is coming soon," she says casually, "Are you ready?"

I laugh bitterly, "Do I have a choice?"

"No," she answer sweetly, smiling as if we are discussing something harmless.

I tie the ribbon of my robe tighter while she steps closer and cups my face gently. Her thumbs caress my soft cheeks as she makes me look into her eyes.

"You're my treasure, Y/N," she says quietly, "I've done so much to have you. I'll miss you when you leave."

Something twists painfully in my chest. Because despite everything, a small part of me still held affection for her.

She has raised me, protected me more than the others, fed me, taught me and somehow hurt me too. Nonetheless the fact remains that she's the only one I consider close to my family.

"I made your favorite coffee," she adds with a softer smile.

My expression brightens instantly, "Really?"

She hums and retrieves a steel kettle from the cabinet before pouring steaming coffee into a porcelain cup. The rich aroma curls warmly through the cold room. She knows exactly how I like it-- dark, bitter, and burning hot.

I watch her sit the kettle back down on the shelf before she walks back to me where I'm sitting on the chair. She extends the cup to me and I smile as I reach for it.

But the moment she hands it to me, searing hotness of the cup has me flinch and my grip slips as I hiss.

The cup crashes against the floor. Coffee splatters across my robe and the tiles beneath us. The porcelain shatters violently as loud crash echoes around us.

"Oh my God-I'm sorry!" I gasp, clutching the damp fabric away from my skin so that it don't burn my skin.

Miss steps back sharply, irritation flashing across her face, "When will you learn to behave properly?" she snaps.

Her sudden anger makes my stomach tighten instantly. Before I could apologize again and reason for my mistake, she speaks again.

"You're going there in a few days, and you still make childish mistakes like this?" she scolds, "Do you think silly sluts like you would be respected there? He'll tear you apart, Y/N."

I lower my head silently. My hands shaking at the warning.

"Why are you standing there? Go clean yourself up," she says, further.

I hurry toward the sink without arguing on my fumbling feet.

"There are spare robes in the cabinet," she continues coldly, "Change into one."

As I wash the coffee from my hands and legs, a knock echoes from outside.

"Miss, some guests are here to see you," a male voice says.

Miss glances toward the door before looking back at me. The creases on her forehead has gone softer but still there is that strictness there.

"Lock the examination room after you leave," she instructs.

"Yes, Miss," I agree.

Before leaving, she pauses beside me again and looks into my eyes.

"And take your coffee with you. I made extra because I know how much you love it," she says, there's no smile on her face.

Her fingers squeeze my hand gently. Then she walks out as I stare at her back in disbelief.

She truly is impossible to understand. One moment she's this strict madam who has no room for any mistake, and next moment she gives almost motherly vibe.

After changing into a fresh robe, I pour the remaining coffee into another mug until it brimmed near the top. I drink a little immediately to keep it from spilling before leaving the room.

Maybe I could drink it peacefully while reading in bed.

The thought alone comforted me.

Humming quietly to myself, I take the stairs up back to my room and step into the main hallway. Miss's office, her private quarters, and my room are all located on this floor.

As I pass the corridor, laughter drifts faintly from her office.

I slow down, immediately as I recognise the laughter. It's of Miss. She rarely laughs. I wonder what has made her laugh like that today.

Curiosity tugs at me and I don't settle it. Carefully balancing the mug in my hands, I take steps towards her office and peek through the thick glass window in a way my body is hidden enough.

Miss sits behind her desk, smiling brightly at two men sit across from her. One wore a royal blue suit and speaks animatedly, leaning forward while gesturing with his hands.

The other remains completely still.

My eyes instinctively settle on him. He sits leaning back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, hands tucked inside the pockets of a long black coat. Dark hair brush against the nape of his neck, slightly too long and carelessly elegant.

Even seated, he looks intimidating. Powerful. Like someone entirely accustomed to being obeyed, someone who commands rooms instead of being in the crowd. Someone who rules.

The large clock in the hallway suddenly struck 12 in the noon.

The loud chime shatters the silence, making me flinch violently, almost making another cup of coffee slip through my fingers. But I balance before that would happen.

I press a hand against my chest, steadying my breathing before turning back toward the office window, and freeze almost immediately.

The man in black-- the one who intimidated me before, is now staring directly at me.

His head tilts slightly, dark eyes locking onto mine with terrifying precision despite the distance between us. His eyes are cold, sharp, and dominant.

My breath catches instantly.

"Fuck," I whisper.

I duck behind the wall before he could see me any longer.

God. He saw me, hasn't he?

I am not supposed to be seen by any other man. Miss would punish me if she gets to know I was here.

Panic surges through my body as I hurry down the hallway, nearly spilling the coffee again. I rush into my room and slam the door shut behind me. My breathing turns uneven as my cheeks flush.

"Calm down," I whispered to myself desperately, "Calm down."

I inhale shakily and then exhale. Again. Again. Eventually, my heartbeat slowed enough for me to notice the coffee trembling inside my mug.Only a little had spilled.

Thank God.

I sit carefully on the edge of my bed, trying to steady myself.

It was nothing. Just a man. Just a pair of dark eyes looking into mine from distance. Then why does it feel like something inside me has been violently awakened?

Why does it feel like there's a whole stempede inside my chest?

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Word count: 2394

Mmmmm how's it? Just a overview of her life and a little starting. Things are going to go up from next chapter.

Thanks for reading.

~Aster🌸