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.