Goddess <Yoshie>

[Disturbing]

((Starting off from the boy's life on the streets, then? Soon to be picked up by your character?))

"I told you, kid. I don't care who you are or what you're doing here. You walked into town homeless. You have three options. Work for me, get out, or die."
A man stood before a small, teen aged boy. He grimaced down at him, his many scars (coupled with years of age) casting horrific lines across his face.
The boy, not even aged enough to be out of high school, cowered before the man. The boy's sparkling blue eyes had barely begun to adjust to the light.
He blinked, trying to pick out any details of the man in front of him. The man sneered, and the boy saw a movement out of the corner of his eye.
Pain surged up his left cheek as he stumbled back, swiftly caught by the man's thugs.

This beating continued for nearly an hour, causing much damage to the boy's formerly flawless olive skin, his black hair soaked in blood by the time the man decided to stop.
He fell to the ground, sobbing, the man giving him one last kick to the stomach.
"Now, boy, what will it be? Work, Run, Die?" the man held a knife to his throat, the look in his eyes reflecting his inner evil. Clearly, there was only one option.
The boy stopped sobbing just long enough to gasp out a quick "Yes!" before receiving another kick to the chest.
The man's thugs picked him up and dragged him to another room. He was dragged past a nice enough house, somewhere in the middle class side of town.
His work would be in the slums, of course,
but the boss apparently did more than just crime. The two thugs threw him into the shower, clothed, quickly washing the blood from his body before taking him out.
He was taken from the house, given many instructions as they drove to the bad side of town, where the boy had taken up residence...in a box.

They threw him out of the car, yelling a taunting "See you later, Jake.." as they sped away. The boy, Jake, fell to the ground. He was weak, broken, bleeding.
He whimpered once, slowly closing his eyes, not managing to get to the safety of his box. Within moments, the vision before him had faded. He was off to better times in the world of his dreams.

((Didn't plan on having your character be from the slums, most likely from the high class part of town...then she would have disposable income to do what she eventually does....your choice, though. There's the post.))

 

[Yoshie]

"More Champagne M'lady?"
"No, that's alright... Jorgan I am ready to go!"
"Yes, M'lady"
"Ms. Seduction I--"
Seduction glares at the waiter and then scoffs. "Are you expecting a tip? Money? An Advance? The service here is shit, you're shit, and I don't deal with shit! Jorgan get my coat we're leaving... this place disgusts me and so do these people." She rose from the table and wrapped her chinchilla scarf around her neck.
"Jorgan!"
"Coming M'dam..."
"I wish to wait no longer."
"I'll bring the car around, ma'm."
"Taking too long!"
Screech
Soon a Rose Royce pulled up and Jorgan, her personal assistant and her only friend exists the car and opens the door for his Boss. Seduction enters the car reluctantly. She turns her head to see the waiter and dismisses him angrily. They pull off without hesitation and leave a cloud of Carbon monoxide in their leave.
"Jorgan! What the hell is taking so long... it's been an hour already. I have to get home and treat myself to a rose petal bath and your messing with my beauty sleep." She sighed and looked in the rear view mirror. Seduction was indeed beautiful. With long black hair, ebony eyelashes and a figure that could cut glass she needed no compliment on how she looked.
"It'll be another thirty minutes M'dam---"
"I can't wait that long!"
"We can take a shortcut..."
"Do what you will Jorgan, just get me home."
The only shortcut from Au'Dures to Seductions mansion in the Hills was through a place that rich people rarely traveled. The Slums. The Slums was a place that many people dreaded and some would never be caught dead in. But to people who lived there on a daily basis this was indeed home. The only home that people that weren't born with a silver spoon in their mouth knew. The car slid and bumped on the broken glass, metal, and litter that was the decoration of the slums. Prostitutes, Whorehouses and fiends were common in this area. Some rich men would actually come here to pick a flavor for the night often. Seduction looked around disgracefully and sighed.
"Ma'm we have a bit of a problem."
"What is it now Jorgan?"
"We have a flat tire M'lady."
"Oh of all the rotten luck... what are you waiting for fix the damn thing for Aphrodite's sake!" She snapped now exiting the car. She wanted to see for herself. As soon as she stepped out of the car her shoe caught mud on it.
"No!" She gasped "This is a $600 shoe! Damn this place... damn it all!" In the distance she saw a handkerchief hanging from a nearby trashcan and decided to get it since there were none in the car. As she walked over to her destination she moved fast at first ducking and dodging the broken glass and dead rats here and there. She felt repulsed by the filth. She grabbed the cloth with quickness and as she bent down to get rid of the gunk something caught her eye. It was a boy. He was broken battered and bruised. She tilted her head sideways and then decided to go over to him.
"You poor thing." She said taking the cloth that was intended for her shoe and wiping the blood off of him. She cradled him in her arms at first but as she continued wiping she noticed something else. The boy was beautiful. He was frail yet cute. Small yet muscular in his arms indicating that he did know of labor.
"I can't leave you here now can I?" She said with a demonic grin.
"The tire is fixed M'lady whenever you are ready I---" Jorgan walked over and then paused after seeing the poor lad strung out over Seduction's lap.
"M'lady! You can't keep taking in strays like this--"
"Get the car!"
"Yes ma'm"
Jorgan put the small child-like boy in the car positioned on Seduction's lap and headed for the Winry Mansion in the Hills.

 

[Disturbing]

I'm dead....am I?
Jake opened his eyes, glancing around the dirty streets. Broken bottles, vermin, and other bums littered the streets. A rat was sniffing casually at his arm, he pulled away just fast enough for it to bite into his thumb. He gasped, smacking the rat away. Blood trickled down the base of the wound, pooling onto the cement.
Not dead, yet. Have to take care of bite...
He continued to lie in the street for a time longer, half conscious of the world around him. Cars pulled by, gunshots sounded in the distance, nothing important happening. He began to breath deeper, falling back into sleep.
He awoke, what seemed like, hours later, as someone picked him up. The boy whimpered, feigning death. He was couldn't fight, nor could he do anything but close his eyes and wish he didn't get hurt. To his surprise, no beatings came. He didn't even feel a hand creeping down his pocket, towards the few dollars he had in his wallet. Instead, something was wiped against him, removing some of the blood from his face. He heard a snobbish man's voice, something about stray dogs. Another voice, coming from directly above him, silenced the man. It was obviously feminine, yelling a short command. Jake opened his eyes enough to peek at the woman. She was beautiful, more so than any other woman he had seen in his life. He allowed the man to pick him up, waiting for the lady to get in the....was that a Rolls Royce? The man placed Jake on the womans lap, started the car, and pulled away.

Jake opened his eyes a little more, managing to whisper out a quiet "Whe-where are we going?"

((Terrible poast. Blarg...))

 

[Yoshie]

Seduction looked down at him and smiled, a smile that didn't happen too often. It was happy, yet disdain.
"We're here." Jorgan said as a slight sigh creeped out his mouth. He helped Seduction out the car but stopped when he reached for the boy because Seduction gripped him hard . Jorgan got the idea and just left the door open.

She climbed out of the car, prize in hand and headed to the estate. The place was huge. It held twelve bathrooms, nine garages, ten bedrooms but the one that took the cake was the Master's bedroom where he would be staying. She entered the room and placed him on the bed. The bedroom was as big as a mini house. The bed was a canopy bed the color of the room was lilac colored with silk drapes around the bed. It was soft, pillows of all size were laid out for him. The covers were made of arctic polar bear fur. The Carpet is plush soft like your toes sink inside. At the table there was fruit of every kind grapes from all over the world.

The windows let in a significant amount of light whereas the bedroom was literally illuminated and shined with intensity. In the room adjacent to the bedroom was the Master bathroom where the bathtub was a jacuzzi self turn-on the faucet was voice commanded.
The sink was made of pure platinum. The Mirror was laced with gold and the toilet paper was as soft as the carpet. On the bathroom walls were models of famous artists and their paintings. The hand washing soap was literally velvet and it turned pink when your hands were clean.
Back in the bedroom the bed was a California King, the biggest bed of them all and the softest compared to most. When she laid him down into it he literally sank in. She then stood up to answer his question in the car.

"Welcome... to Tengoku! Welcome to Paradise my prince." She said in a seductive accent. "I am Winry Seduction, of the Winry Estate Manor. You, my pet can have anything here that your heart desires." She said and then she turned away. "You... are not hear against your will and you can leave if you so choose. But for tonight you are to dine like the Prince that you are. Whatever your wish I shall clap my hands and it shall be yours." She then claps her hands twice and Jorgan appears in the doorway.
"You called?"
"This is Jorgan, he is my personal assistant. He is yours for tonight and as long as you stay here." She turns and says to her butler, "Make sure he is as comfortable as a fully fed cat." Jorgan nodded and then bowed. "I am at your service."