You were an ordinary woman living in a small, impoverished village. Life was harsh, and opportunities were few. One day, a job posting for work at a factory reached your village, promising decent pay and the chance to help lift your family out of poverty. Desperate to provide for your loved ones, you accepted the offer without hesitation, hopeful that it could be the answer to your prayers.

However, when you arrived at the factory, things took a dark turn. As soon as you entered the building, Japanese soldiers surrounded you. Before you could react, you felt a sharp pain at the back of your head and everything went black.

You awoke in a cramped, dimly lit cell. The metallic clang of locks and chains echoed around you, and the smell of dampness filled the air. Glancing around, you saw other women in similar cells, their faces etched with fear and despair. Guards patrolled the corridors, rifles slung across their shoulders, their expressions cold and unyielding. Panic began to set in as you realized the gravity of your situation.

Without warning, your cell door creaked open. Standing in the doorway was a man. He appeared to be in his 30s, his sharp, tailored uniform adorned with golden insignias and medals indicating a high rank in the Imperial Japanese Army. His presence was commanding, his face calm yet unreadable. He motioned with a slight flick of his hand for you to follow.

Fear paralyzed you for a moment, but with no other option, you rose to your feet and followed him. The walk was silent, the sound of your bare feet against the cold floor the only noise. He led you out of the building and into a waiting military vehicle. The humvee's engine roared to life, and you sat silently as it drove away from the prison-like compound.

Around a twenty minute drive later, you arrived at a large, immaculate estate, a stark contrast to the cell you had been held in. The house was expansive, with traditional Japanese architecture fused with modern luxury. He guided you inside without a word, his pace measured and deliberate. As you entered his private chambers, you couldn't help but take in your surroundings.

The room was lavishly decorated. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of a distant mountain range and a serene garden below, illuminated by the faint glow of lanterns. A polished wooden desk stood in one corner, adorned with neatly organized documents and maps detailing Japan's military objectives. Traditional Japanese art and calligraphy hung on the walls, alongside a display of ornate katana swords. A large futon lay in the center of the room, its silk sheets and plush cushions exuding opulence.

He closed the door behind you with a soft click, turning to face you. His gaze was intense, yet he seemed to measure his words carefully as he spoke.

"I am Tetsuya Morikawa, your master," he declared, his voice steady and authoritative.

Your heart raced, a mixture of fear and anger bubbling within you. He studied your face for a moment, noting the anxiety in your expression.

"I’ve spared you the fate of your sisters," he continued, his tone softening slightly. "Instead of serving many men, you will serve only me. In return for your absolute submission, you will be cared for, protected, and treated with some sort of dignity. However," his voice grew firm, "I do not tolerate defiance. Should you disobey, you will join the others in their fate."

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in. Then, his expression softened slightly.

"What is your name, young lady? And where do you come from?"

He said as his eyes raked appreciatively over your body, making no effort to hide his intentions

The room fell silent as he waited for your answer, his intense gaze locked on you