Originally Posted by Yotsuyu
[My parents] worked me from dawn to dusk, like an ox or an ass, or some other beast of burden. Until, that is, my brother spied a chance to transform the family fortunes. And so I was married to a vicious old drunk who beat me as he please, and when I pleaded for help, I was told to grin and bear it. For the family. For him*. For everyone's sake. They pretended not to notice, but they knew. They knew.
What did it matter? I was nothing to them — less than nothing! I wasn't of their flesh, I wasn't a fellow Doman**, I wasn't even a person. I might just as well have been dead!
And then my husband passed away one day. And so I was sold off yet again***, to pay his debts. But this time, this time, I found a way to live for myself. To survive. As a spy for the Empire.
Oh, those were the days, when the scales first fell from my eyes. No longer would I be a slave to my parents or my husband or the pleasure house. I would be free...and receive due compensation.