Chapter 11: Bring Me To Life – Hana Monologue (Part 2)

- " Sakamoto -san, the proposal you gave us today is quite attractive. The terms of the contract for the collaboration with our agency's emerging artist reality show and your entertainment magazine seem adequate for a long-term plan. Enough to guarantee at least two seasons of broadcast." – Early in the morning when I received Ren-san's message, as soon as I arrived at the office, Mr. Matoba 's secretary was waiting to lead me to the conference room where Ren-san was already discussing the terms of the contract for a new collaboration.

Without needing to say a single word, Ren's gaze alone told me that I should sit next to him in complete silence.

Leaving the house in such a hurry because of Mariko , I didn't have time to eat or drink anything to fill my stomach. So I struggled with myself, pressing my hands against my stomach to muffle any sounds that might escape during the meeting.

"Miss, you seem very tense. Don't worry. Before the young master arrived, he told us in detail how valuable you are as a key element in various projects at the agency. So we have no doubt you'll be equally professional in this proposal." The man in front of me was wearing a mustard-colored suit, his hair slicked back with styling wax, and the plaid tie hanging around his neck made him look more like a late-night comedian than an important executive.

Looking at me out of the corner of my eye, Ren-san played with a small 5 yen coin in his hand, which slid between his fingers in an almost hypnotic way in my sight.

- "Good! Then, everything is decided. In about three days, my assistant will contact your secretary to give her a copy of the contract." Ren slammed his hand on the table, making me jump like a scared rabbit, while maintaining a cynical smile as he realized I had fallen for his game.

- "Come on, Hana-chan. Don't get mad, it was just a little joke to break the tension. I told you I'd do anything to help you relax, didn't I?" Putting his hand on my shoulder, Ren led me through the halls of the agency while telling me about the new proposals he'd be working on.

Even though I could see her lips moving, the words were barely audible in my ears due to the racket in my head, the murmurs of guilt that the thought of being exposed by my damn stepsister had caused me.

- "Hana-chan. It bothers me when people don't pay attention when I'm talking." – When I finally regained my focus, Ren and I were inside the elevator cubicle. Placing his hand at the level of my head, Ren-san had a serious expression on his face as he leaned his upper body closer to mine .

- "I'm sorry, Ren-san. I didn't mean to. It's just…"

- " Blah , blah , blah . Just excuses, my dear Hana-chan. Do you know how many times a day I hear several idiots justify themselves in front of me? More than one has even cried and begged on their knees for me to give them another chance. But, you know, I'm not the kind of man who gives second chances." Firmly taking me by the chin and lifting my face, Ren changed his serious expression to a more somber one. Those eyes! The same eyes he had looked at me with the morning after our first sexual encounter.

Remembering the negative emotions I'd experienced that time, my body felt like an electric shock had run through it from head to toe. My heartbeat accelerated, and surprisingly, a few drops of urine soaked my panties.

It was fear, the sensation I was experiencing, a brutal fear. I had spent so many months getting to know the gentler side of that man that I foolishly forgot that the brutality with which he treated others could be returned to me at the worst possible moment.

- "I'll do better again! I won't disrespect you again, Ren-san!"

- " Hey , who gave you permission to call me that right now? Someone who has disregarded my sincerity can't possibly call me by my name, even if it's with honorifics. You, Miss Matsumoto, are in no condition to address me so familiarly. Right now, I'm Sakamoto -san to you." Pressing the basement button on the elevator panel, Ren-san stepped away from me and adjusted his tie, then smoothed back his hair with both hands.

The anxiety that invaded my body was wreaking havoc on me, while my head felt as heavy as a stone, my empty stomach wanted to expel the gastric juice, causing my mouth to feel the acidic sensation that scalded my tongue.

In that small elevator cubicle, the air seemed increasingly stale and my body temperature rose in a nervous breakdown.

We'd never been down to the basement before; the place was completely foreign to me. Except for a few whispers I used to hear in the bathrooms, the mere thought of that dark place made me nervous.

- "Come with me, Miss Hana" – With a cold and distant tone of voice, Ren walked ahead of me slowly down a long hallway that on the sides revealed rooms lit with red lights, with large windows that allowed one to see what was happening inside.

In one, five girls who had recently debuted in an idol group were having sex with masked men who appeared to be sponsors from the agency. The girls' facial expressions looked as if they were drugged, barely moving from the rush induced by the aphrodisiac they were given.

In another room across the hall, a pair of male models were serving as slaves to an obese woman, the wife of an important local politician. The image of that grotesque woman resting her heavy legs on the back of that handsome young man made me imagine my stepsister. It disgusted me to the point that I couldn't control myself anymore and spilled my stomach contents onto the floor.

"Damn it!" Angered by my sudden behavior, Ren-san slapped me so hard across the face that my ears rang and my vision spun. He'd never laid a hand on me before, but vomiting on the floor caused some of it to splatter on his shoes.

- "Get up, get up if you don't want to see me get angrier" – Taking me tightly by the arm, Ren forced me to walk while I was still staggering from the blow I received.

The sensation that invaded my body and the images that were etched in my pupils were generating a deep trauma in me to the point that I felt completely vulnerable to an idea that crossed my mind: "I'm going to be in one of those rooms!"

As if an ominous revelation hit me like a harsh reality, Ren-san opened the door to one of the rooms and threw me onto a sofa inside. As he closed the door, he loosened his tie and in a swift motion brought my hands together, tying me up so tightly that my skin was marked by the texture of the fabric.

"Put your eyes straight ahead and look at the screen." Aggressively grabbing my chin, Ren held my face rigid with his fingertips. On the television in front of us, a naked girl stood in a reverent supplication position at the feet of an elderly man, accompanied by two bodyguards.

- "Sir… bzzz …. Please give me another chance." – Drowning in tears that barely allowed her voice to be heard, the girl did not dare to raise her face while she trembled in agony from the fear that the mysterious figure inspired in her.

"Lift her up!" Snapping his fingers, the old man ordered the bodyguards to take the young woman by the arms and hold her at his level. Her delicate, slender legs seemed severely beaten, to the point that the bruises on her white skin were clearly visible.

- "Oh, my poor… baaaaah … poor you. My men have hurt you so much, haven't they? I didn't want it to come to this, but you didn't reciprocate my sincerity. First, I made you and your little group of friends become idols. Then you came to me and started seducing me to give you the center of the group, then more solo performances on variety shows, and finally, your long-awaited debut." – The man's wrinkled hand grabbed the girl by the hair, pulling it hard while slapping her with such force that her lower lip was torn.

A thin trickle of blood hung from her mouth and the girl sighed because her lungs were already tired of crying and begging for hours.

At times, my mind played tricks on me, making me imagine I was in the young woman's shoes, facing Ren-san, degrading me in the same way. This thought mingled with the sensations I'd felt during the recent intimate encounters, where Ren-san had bound and blindfolded me. From deep fear to submissive pleasure, the thin line in my mind began to break without me even realizing it.

- " Mmmmm , hey, hey, hey. Miss Hana, I didn't know you had that kind of fetish." Ren had inadvertently slipped his fingers between my legs and was discreetly playing with my clitoris. My vaginal juices had mixed with my urine, and the aroma in the room was growing stronger and stronger.

- "Miss Hana, do you want it?" – Lifting my body by my still-tied wrists, Ren leaned me face down against a table while he lifted my face so I could continue seeing the screen. At the same time, he ripped my skirt and tore my panties, throwing them to the floor. That sudden wild act completely turned me on, making me gasp with every toy he made with his glans against the entrance of my vagina. Then, he stopped abruptly and made me involuntarily turn my face towards his.

- "Disappointed?"

- "Huh?" – With my breathing labored, I couldn't articulate a sentence as my thoughts clouded by that torrid pleasure.

- "Hana-chan, say you want it inside me." Calling me again as he usually did, Ren-san spoke calmly into my ear while giving me a light bite. With that signal, like a switch, I lifted my hips like a bitch in heat and could only nod with my eyes.

- "Then take it all." With a powerful thrust of his hips, Ren-san's penis entered me with such intensity that I thought he would split me in two. Alternating between a slow rhythm and then a furious attack, Ren's movements clouded my head more and more, making me gasp, while he put his fingers in my mouth to play with his tongue.

All of this was happening in that room, while in the room where the other girl was, the old man gave the order for his bodyguards to have sex with her, despite her futile pleas to stop.

- "I'm sorry, my darling... baaaaah ... this is what happens when you break the rules. I told you clearly that your contract prohibited you from having romantic relationships with the opposite sex. And what did you do? As soon as fame got to your head, you ran to find that childhood friend of yours."

All the fame, the spotlight, and the public—you've lost all of that for something as silly as love. If only those photos hadn't been leaked to the press, you might have had the chance to break up, and I would have forgiven you.

"But it's too late. There's no more room for you in show business; your career is over. However, you still owe me a debt for breaching your contract; but don't worry, these guys are preparing you for your new line of work." The girl had stopped screaming, her eyes filled with a blank, lifeless expression, even though her heart was beating.

Her mind was broken, as broken as her hopes and dreams. That vile and despicable statement was a sign that her life in the public eye was over.

A man standing in the corner, recording everything with a camera, smiled maliciously as he looked at the girl, while the old man handed her a contract, which the man gladly signed without hesitation.

- "You know, Hana-chan. Our agency has a public image, one that's always in the spotlight and that no one dares to tarnish. But just like coins, there are always two sides that oppose each other and serve each other." Pulling his penis out of my vagina, Ren flipped me over and placed me on my back with my head hanging in front of him. At the same time, he placed his hands on my neck and shoved his large member down my throat.

"My father had a wife, a very beautiful woman. They used to be a middle-class couple, and my father barely managed a humble local newspaper. You know, I remember my childhood as happy, even though we didn't have many luxurious things. But then a strange man came to our house, and my father knelt before him." In a muffled voice, Ren pulled his penis slightly into my mouth, letting me breathe. At the same time, he lightly squeezed his fingers on my neck.

- "I was standing behind the kitchen door, watching everything that was happening at the main entrance from the corner of the door. The man in a suit was putting his foot on my father's head and shouting furiously, while the guards accompanying him kept watch outside, keeping away onlookers.

Then my mother came to my father's defense, she threw herself at the man's feet and begged him to stop.

At that moment, the man's demeanor changed completely, and he ordered my father to stand up. Taking him by the shoulders, he whispered something in his ear that I couldn't have imagined at the time, but after seeing my father looking sadly at my mother, I knew what it was.

From that day on, I never saw my mother again. The last thing I knew, she had had a child with that man and was living in confinement somewhere in Japan.

"Thanks to that, my father stopped being a simple owner of a local newspaper and became the businessman he is today." - Bowing his head as if he were sighing, Ren lightened his grip on my neck and once again shoved his penis deep into my throat. Maintaining an intense rhythm that no longer gave me time to breathe, feeling that at times I might faint from suffocation.

Just when I thought I was about to die, a warm shock ran through my chest, and Ren immediately pulled away, sitting bolt upright on the counter. Meanwhile, I lay trembling on the table, coughing and spitting out the semen that still filled my mouth.

- "The girl on the screen was sold to the Black Lotus group, that's the clan run by the man who is my half-brother's father. Escort girl, a soap opera land , even an adult film actress, they'll make her do everything until she covers the entire amount of the debt. Her life went to hell, she would be lucky if she committed suicide." – Staring at the screen without missing a detail, Ren-san took a sip of water from a plastic bottle and headed towards me. Kissing me on the lips, making the water run down my dry throat.

- "Hana-chan. I brought you here so you could see the difference between you and the rest of the girls who work for the agency. While they have to sell their bodies to other men as prostitutes to obtain contracts and sponsorships, you are lucky to have me by your side. All I ask is that you be loyal to me, that you follow my orders and listen carefully to every word I say." – Taking me by the waist, Ren lifted me up and once again inserted his penis inside me and leaned me against the wall.

We continued having sex, but this time, we ignored the screen in front of us and focused on each other. At least a couple of hours passed like this, and when our thirst for pleasure was finally quenched, Ren called an assistant to bring me some replacement clothes.

- "Hana-chan, what made you not pay attention to me?" – Smoking a cigarette, Ren blew a puff of smoke with his face looking up at the ceiling and his arms extended on the back of the sofa with his shirt slightly open. That mature face made me approach him and mischievously snatch the cigarette from him; I had never smoked in my life, but instinctively I wanted to put my lips on the mouthpiece of that cigarette that had been on his lips.

- "I think my sister knows about us." Taking a drag on the cigarette, I felt my throat dry out and began to cough a little as I released the smoke, causing Ren to laugh at me and snatch it out of my hand.

- " Pfff , these cigarettes are too strong for a novice. Try the menthol ones, they're better for you. And as for your sister, you don't have to worry about the piglet; she's too fearful and stupid, I don't think she'll say a single word." Laughing sarcastically, Ren-san hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. But the mention of Jinta -kun's name was enough to change my mood.

- " Jinta , Jinta , Jinta . Every time I hear that name, my stomach turns. Since that day he came out to defend the little piggy, there hasn't been a single moment where I haven't wanted to punch him in the face."

- "Ren-san!" – Startled by Ren's declaration, I stepped back a little, but he grabbed me tightly by the waist and pressed my body against his again.

"Hana-chan. You have to break up with that jerk." Looking intensely into my eyes, Ren-san lightly squeezed his hand on my waist as if giving me a firm order. Remembering what had happened with the girl on the screen, my lips trembled, and I couldn't answer him yes, since my heart was still determined to stay with my boyfriend.

- "Hana-chan. The only answer I expect right now is a yes, beyond that, I'm not interested in hearing anything else coming from you." – Feeling like my world was shattering into pieces, I lowered my face and could barely manage to say yes in a voice almost like a whisper.

Thinking back on all the moments I'd shared with Jinta -kun, my heart ached at the thought of putting the final blow to our relationship. But I had no right to stay with him; I'd already given myself completely to another man. Everything I should have been for Jinta -kun, I gave to Ren-san.

- "I think I remember you made room in your schedule for August 13th, right? How about we go to the fireworks festival?" – Hearing that date from Ren's lips, my body froze completely, and I remembered that I had agreed with Jinta -kun that day to accompany him. If I was already determined to break up with him, canceling that date wouldn't be a problem, but my mind was still a little tense.

- "I don't think that day is convenient, Ren-san."

- "Hey, are you rejecting me?" – Playing a tug-of-war stimulus, Ren-san hit my emotions and made me hesitate for moments until I gave in to him.

"Okay, let's go together." Just saying those words completely changed my mood for something more favorable. I just had to obey Ren; that was the only thing I was allowed to do, being a consummate sinner.

Trying to hide my tears, I took another drag on my cigarette and blamed the smoke for my red eyes. One lie upon another, everything about me was just a mountain of lies backfiring.

As we were about to leave the basement, Mr. Matoba exited the elevator, accompanied by his secretary. Upon seeing me, she looked away with an expression that conveyed a mixture of embarrassment and sadness.

- "Hey, old Matoba, isn't it a bit early for you to come down?"

"Young master, that's not something I want to hear coming from you right now. Besides, I have an important matter to discuss with my secretary. Isn't that right, Miss Noriko ?" Barely nodding, Matoba 's secretary didn't utter a word, unable to speak, and the silence in the basement let out the sound of an object vibrating between her legs.

Noticing that I had noticed this, secretary Noriko blushed and a few tears sprang from her eyes, while Matoba took her by the arm and hurriedly led her to one of the rooms designated for special guests.

- "You see, Hana-chan, you're different from those bitches locked up back there. As long as you're mine and only mine, you won't have to go through that." Firmly squeezing my shoulder, Ren-san led me into the elevator, and we returned to the visible face of the company.

For the rest of the day, while I was working on my to-dos, I felt detached from the world and couldn't concentrate. So I decided to step outside for a bit to clear my head and went to the convenience store to buy a coffee. As I was paying at the register, the lingering sensation of cigarettes in my mouth, coupled with the stress I'd been through, prompted me to ask the clerk for a pack of menthol cigarettes.

Since I was wearing my office suit and employee badge, the clerk dismissed it and sold me the shiny, vibrantly colored pack. Just as Ren-san said, the smoke felt different compared to the brand he was smoking.

While I was leaning against the wall of the agency's entrance, I heard a call from my parents when my phone rang.

- "Hana-chan. Honey, how are things going over there?" – My mother's voice sounded relaxed and in the background, the sound of the train tracks let me know that they were already traveling back to the house. Looking at the reflection of my face in the window of the building, I saw that my cheek was swollen from the blow Ren had given me, causing me to panic and interrupting my answers with my mother.

- "Hana-chan?" – A malicious idea came to me, I started to fake crying and made my stepfather pick up the phone when he heard me in that state.

- "Hana-chan, is something wrong? Your mom was on speakerphone, and I couldn't help but overhear the conversation."

- "Daddy, I think I made Mariko -chan angry. This morning I saw her coming back from a night out, and when I asked her where she'd been, she got mad at me." Further elaborating my lie, I told that gullible man that Mariko came back with wet hair and a strange scent on her body. Every word that came out of my lips made that fickle man's fury against Mariko grow, and as the icing on the cake, I used Jinta - kun's gift to break the delicate glass bubble in which my stepsister lived.

- "Hana-chan… don't worry. Dad will fix this once and for all as soon as we get home. You have nothing to fear, your mom and I will always be by your side." Saying goodbye to them, I hung up the call, imagining in my head the moment Mariko would succumb to me.

After leaving work, I went straight home and headed to my room. Gathering up some courage, I started smashing things in it and ripped my shirt to match the scene with the blow to my face.

A few minutes later, my parents arrived home, and I began to cry loudly to get their attention. As soon as they saw me lying on the floor in that pitiful state, they hugged me and began comforting me as if I were the victim.

The little pig hadn't arrived home yet, but the atmosphere had become so tense that my parents didn't say a single word while we sat patiently at the dining room table.

When the sound of the lock turning was heard, my stepfather got up from his seat and walked quickly to the door, pulling Mariko into the house and slamming the door shut.

"Dad?" Before she could even say a word, Mariko 's face contorted with unprecedented fury from the force of the blow her father had delivered to her face. He knocked her to the ground as he began to kick her.

- "How could you do this to your sister? Don't you have blood in your veins? You not only slept with her boyfriend, you beat her up and destroyed her room. How are you going to take care of this? ANSWER ME!" – Lifting her off the floor by her blouse, the cheap garment tearing at the neck from my stepsister's weight.

The poor bastard didn't know what was happening, both the blows and the insults from her father had caused her to completely freeze up, making her unable to respond.

- "I've been raising you like you're my own daughter, and this is how you repay me?" – Joining the witch trial, my mother verbally lashed out at Mariko , who couldn't stop crying and babbling as they wouldn't let her speak.

"When I kicked your mother out of the house, for a moment I considered letting you go with her. But I thought you were different, that you wouldn't be the same as that damned woman despite your physical resemblance. But I made a mistake, a mistake I intend to correct right now." Without the slightest hesitation, the man took his blood daughter by the arm and opened the door for her. Without remorse or hesitation, he threw her outside and, taking a few yen out of his wallet, threw them in her face.

"Here, this money should be enough for you to survive for a couple of weeks. You're only a few months away from turning 18, and at that point, I'll remove you from the family registry. I'm going to file a complaint with the police station so they can put a restraining order on you, preventing you from going near your sister again. As of today, I no longer recognize you as my daughter." As I closed the door, I approached the living room window and could see that pathetic pig limping along, holding the crumpled bills in her left hand, while wiping away her tears with her right hand, as she disappeared from my sight.

- "That's what you get for lusting after my boyfriend" – That's what I thought to myself, smiling at the scene unfolding in front of me.