Tokyo, Japan, 2023. The world proceeds as normal, but is the world normal? Certainly not!
Beneath the busy crossroads and the neon lights of Shinjuku, the Japan-British Slave Trade happens in the sewers.
Why is there still slavery in 2023, you asked?
Did you?
I'm gonna tell you anyways.
The government is cautious of anomalies, British and Japanese governments.
In the Thorne household, a big black mansion with stylish gothic themed walls and roof, there is a boy. This boy is called Corven Thorne. His father, although overweight, is clearly a very powerful man in the underground Japan-British Slave Trade.
So, of course Corven should be a bratty and arrogant son, similar to Draco Malfoy, right?
Correct.
Corven is an arrogant boy: constantly picking on others in his school, looking at everyone with his nostrils and his head tilted back, breaking other people's phones, disruptive speaking in class. The list goes on and on.
But this book isn't about an arrogant boy and his arrogant crimes, the title is
CRASH!
"Oh my god, you broke the vase again?" Corven laughs cruelly, throwing pebbles at Freesia. "My father will have you executed for this." Corven laughs again, tossing a particularly heavy pebble and hitting the back of Freesia's head.
"I-I'm sorry!" Freesia muttered, tripping over her words as she frantically moves to pick up the broken vase.
Another pebble finds it's mark on Freesia's cheek, knocking her head to the side. Corven laughs cruelly as blood dribbles down her cheek and into the carpet.
"Clean that up, slave." Corven says aloud. Flinching at the cruel words, Freesia quickly wiped the blood of with the hem of her muddy and worn, beige coloured shirt. Her jade green eyes welling up in tears. Corven's father owns a slave, her name is Freesia.
Freesia is a short and skinny girl despite her age, with short brown hair and jade green eyes. Her face and her beige shirt is streaked in layers of mud. Freesia usually do all the housework, and occasionally has some water to drink. Her hands are numb from the hard chains, yet still she fears what would happen if she disobeys a direct order.
The door snapped open, and in walked a pig on it's hind legs.
A pig on it's hind legs?
Nevermind. It was a very fat human.
This man's shirt cling onto his body for dear life, barely hanging on with just a few buttons ready to pop. His face is clad in a buchy beard with tiny pigsty eyes, too small for his head. The top of his head shines in the bright light of the Thorne household living room. "What is the meaning of this, girl!" The man exclaims, jabbing his finger sharply at the broken face and blood stained carpet. "That is very expensive! And your filthy blood will spread diseases in my estate!" Freesia flinches as globs of saliva spray out of his mouth.
"I-I'm sorry!" Freesia cries, tears flowing freely. The man, Garran Thorne, still seemed mad.
"Sorry doesn't cut it! Clean it up!"
***
Freesia lies on the cold floor of the basement, hungry and tired. Garran had made her clean up the stains before throwing it away and getting her to walk down to the market and buy a new one. Looking out the window, Freesia saw the stars: the glimmer in the sky, beautiful but distant. Her breath came out in uneven puffs, misting the air.
Freesia awoke with a start. The cold, hard ground is replaced by soft bushes and pretty flowers. "W-what?" Freesia muttered under her breath, looking around with a glimmer of new hope in her eyes. The grass around her grew comfortably, as if grown purposely to accommodate Freesia.
"M-master Corven? Master Thorne?" Freesia asks uncertainly, her hand unconsciously stroking the grass.
"
Woah! Have a load of this!" Freesia looks up, seeing Corven in his sleeping gowns. "Really trying to become one with nature aren't you, Freesia? Ah! Dad! Come look at this!"
Garran stands at the door, his bloated build completly masking the doorframe to doorframe. His face, usually so arrogant and disgust, is now masked with pure fury and genuine terror. Something Freesia rarely gets to see.
Freesia braces herself, awaiting the scolding that never came. Instead, Garran reached down and silently dragged Freesia out of the basement by her hair. "Ow! Ow! W-what?" Freesia cries, confused. "Wait! W-wait please!"
The sun beat onto Freesia's face, the sudden brightness blinding her, "I- I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please!" Freesia cries as she is being dragged into a dungeon. "W-where are we going?" Freesia voice trembled as she flew across the air and landed hard on her back. "D-don't leav em here! I'm scared!"
SLAM!
***
Freesia layed still, tears flowing freely. The constant murmuring of Garran and Corven can be heard from the thick layers of the dungeon gate. Freesia's breath catches in her throat as the dungeon door cracks open, Garran walking in with his face masked with fury. "Do you know what've you done, Slave?" Freesia flinches, trying to disappear into the wall. "You planted that bush."
"N-no. I sw-swear." Freesia tries to retort, but the words catch in her throat as Garran takes another step forward. "Silence! You planted that!"
"P-please! I-I-I don't know how it grown, but it wasn't me!" Freesia cries, tears pooling beneath her. "Shut up! I know it was you!" Garran reached for Freesia's hair and dragged her up, spitting saliva onto her face as he speaks. "How dare an ashrat such as yourself sleep so comfortably?!" His cold and cruel face pierces Freesia's tear streaked face. "You are nothing but a slave! How dare you!"
"Please! I don't know what happened!"
"Lies again! Brave, are you?" Garran spits, releasing Freesia and letting her crumple onto the ground. "I will have you executed tomorrow!"
The words that left Garran's mouth set of a reactionso fast, it wasn't even funny anymore. Corven's eyes widen behind his father's back, clearly not expecting Freesia to actually get executed. Freesia's breath catches in her throat, her form shrinking even further into the dungeon walls, her tears flow freely now. Even the air seemed to held it's breath. Garran, seemingly satisfied with this reaction, marches out of the dungeon and slams the door behind him.
***
Freesia is now kneeling at the foot of a guillotine and staring to the ground, her eyes are murky and unfocused. The ropes binding her hand behind her back dig deep into her wrists, but Freesia pays them no mind, already reeling to happier thoughts before being brought to Japan. The air is thick with tension and excitement, crowds of underground Japanese and British noblemen had gathered to watch the execution of a slave. Corven stands behind Freesia, his hands itching closer to the release lever. Freesia's final thoughts began to subside as the crowd silenced. The massive blade poised over Freesia's head like a monstrous fang.
Corven looks to his father, then beck to Freesia, his hand trembling as he struggles to suppress his wolfish grin. Garran, standing over the crowd, on a massive platform, stares back into Corven's skull. The platform creaks as it struggles to accommodate Garran's weight.
The air held it's breath, completely drowned by the deafening silence. Just then…
THUNK!
Rings out within the crowd, carrying across the massive room. The sound causes Freesia's eyes to glimmer slightly, despair replaced with a strange sense of safety. Flames burst out from all four directions of the crowd, completely trapping the noblemen in.
A shiver sprints around Freesia's spine as a cackle, carrying the sound of a crazed chimp, a fierce lion, and a terrifying something— something inhumane— spreads across the room. The noblemen screamed and ran, pushing and tripping over one another. The chaos gave Freesia a chance to slip off the already loose rope, but Freesia doesn't take it. Instead, she stared at the rising flames surrounding the once prestigious and tense hall, now showered in fear and destruction.
Then, Freesia saw him. The source of that terrifying laughter. A man with shining red eyes that reminded Freesia of the gruesome scene of her parent's slaughter.