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MidReal Story
Enchanted Dolls of Tokyo
Scenario:A girl, Emi Sakura, is living in a rundown part of Tokyo and is abused and thrown away by her family, but a dangrous man Hishashi Shigiraki, a tall, bulky man who is very handsome and muscular, who had his eye on her, found her beauty inchanting and offered to take her away for the price of her body. She will live in luxury if she agrees to be the perfect obedient doll for him.
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Emi Sakura
abused and mistreated,relationships with Hishashi Shigiraki and her family,petite with fragile features,resilient and desperate.
Hishashi Shigiraki
wealthy and enigmatic benefactor,relationship with Emi Sakura,tall and muscular with striking looks,charismatic yet controlling.
Taro Sakura
Emi's abusive brother,relationship with Emi and their parents,lean build with a cruel gaze,resentful and violent.
I was woken by the sound of someone crying.
Not sobbing, just quiet cries.
The kind where you’re trying not to make a noise.
I rolled over and saw my little sister, Akira, sitting on the floor with her head in her hands.
I’d been lying on a thin blanket that my mother had thrown down on the floor for me.
There wasn’t any money for a bed or even a mattress, so I slept on the hard floor.
Akira was ten years old, four years younger than me.
She should’ve been in school, but there wasn’t any money for that either.
Our family lived in a part of Tokyo that wasn’t often spoken about.
It was one of those places where if you drove through it, you didn’t notice it because there wasn’t anything to see.
It wasn’t like the slums you could see in other countries.
There weren’t any trash on the streets or homeless people.
It was just a poor part of the city that nobody cared about.
The buildings were rundown and dirty, but none of them were actually falling apart.
I sit up slowly, my body aching from the hard floor.
The cold, grey concrete seems to seep into my bones as I rise, my joints creaking in protest.
Akira's quiet cries fill the room, and I reach out to her, pulling her close.
Her small frame trembles against me, and I can feel her warm tears soaking through my thin shirt as I gently stroke her hair.
"It's okay," I whisper, though I know it's not.
The words feel hollow, but I have to try to comfort her somehow.
The door creaks open, and Taro steps in, his eyes cold and unforgiving.
He sneers at us, muttering something under his breath before leaving, the door slamming shut behind him.
I hold Akira tighter, feeling the weight of our reality pressing down on us like a physical force.
Determined, I rise, guiding Akira to the window where we watch the city beyond.
The sky is a dull grey, matching the mood that's settled over us.
The sounds of the city filter in - cars honking, people chattering - but it's all muffled, distant.
I gaze out at the rundown buildings, the peeling paint and rusty balconies a constant reminder of our circumstances.
Akira sniffs, wiping her nose on her sleeve as she looks up at me with red-rimmed eyes.
I force a smile, trying to reassure her that everything will be okay, even though I'm not sure myself.
I slip out of the cramped apartment, leaving Akira asleep on the floor.
The hallway smells of mildew and neglect, a reminder of our dire situation.
My stomach growls as I descend the creaking stairs, each step echoing in the dim light.
Outside, the streets are bustling with people who pay no mind to a girl like me.
I weave through the crowd, eyes scanning for anything edible or discarded.
A vendor's stall catches my attention, but I hesitate, knowing I can't afford even the smallest morsel.
The aroma of grilled meat wafts through the air, making my mouth water.
I quicken my pace, determined to find something before returning home.
As I turn a corner, I spot a small alleyway between two buildings.
It's narrow and dark, but I've learned to explore such places for scraps.
I take a deep breath and step into the alley, my eyes adjusting to the dimness.
The air is thick with the smell of rotting trash and stale urine.
I cover my nose with my shirt and begin to search through the dumpsters.
Rusty cans and broken glass litter the ground, but I'm not deterred.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps behind me.
I spin around, my heart racing as a figure emerges from the shadows.
It's a tall, lanky man with sunken eyes and a scruffy beard.
He looks me up and down before sneering, "What do you think you're doing, huh?"
I stand my ground, trying to appear braver than I feel.
"Just looking for something to eat," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.
The man takes a step closer, his eyes glinting with malice.
"Well, you're not going to find anything here," he growls, his hand reaching into his pocket.
I take a step back, my heart pounding in my chest...
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The lanky man's sneer widens as he pulls out a knife, his intentions clear.
My heart races, but before I can react, a shadow looms over us.
Hisashi Shigiraki steps forward, his presence commanding and intimidating.
The man hesitates, then scurries away under Hisashi's piercing gaze.
Hisashi turns to me, offering a hand with a charming yet unsettling smile.
"Let's get you something to eat," he says, his voice smooth and confident.
I nod, too hungry and scared to refuse.
We walk together through the bustling streets until we reach a small café.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods envelops me, making my stomach growl even louder.
Hisashi leads me to a cozy table by the window, where he gestures for me to sit.
I do so, trying to process the sudden change in circumstances.
Hisashi orders food, watching me intently as I eat.
I devour the steaming hot bowl of ramen, savoring the rich flavors and textures.
For a moment, I forget about my dire situation and simply enjoy the meal.
But as I glance up at Hisashi, I'm reminded of the price I may have to pay for this luxury.
His eyes seem to bore into my soul, making me shiver despite the warmth of the café.
I push the thought aside, focusing on the food and the temporary reprieve from my struggles.
As I finish my meal, Hisashi signals for the check, his movements economical and precise.
He pays with a flourish, then stands, offering me his hand once more.
"Shall we?" he asks, his smile never wavering.
I take his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity as our palms touch.
We step out into the bright sunlight, the sounds of the city rushing back in like a tidal wave.
Hisashi leads me through the crowded streets, his grip firm but not crushing.
As we walk, I realize I've traded one uncertainty for another.
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I follow Hisashi Shigiraki through the crowded streets, my mind racing with possibilities.
The sounds of the city swirl around us - car horns blaring, people chattering, and the wail of sirens in the distance.
We weave past pedestrians, Hisashi's long strides eating up the distance as I struggle to keep pace.
The sun beats down on us, casting long shadows across the pavement.
I glance up at Hisashi, his profile chiseled and imposing as he scans the street ahead.
His eyes flicker towards me, and for an instant, I feel like an insect under a microscope.
I look away, focusing on the sights and sounds around us.
We turn into a narrow alley, the buildings looming above us like sentinels.
A sleek black car waits discreetly in the shadows, its tinted windows reflecting the dim light.
Hisashi opens the door, gesturing for me to enter with a courteous smile.
I hesitate for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest.
The interior is a stark contrast to my usual surroundings - soft leather seats, polished wood trim, and a faint scent of lavender.
I slide into the passenger seat, feeling like I've entered a different world.
Hisashi closes the door behind me, his movements economical and precise.
As we drive, he speaks of a life free from hunger and fear, a life of luxury for Akira and me.
His words are enticing yet laced with an unspoken demand.
I listen intently, trying to read between the lines.
The city gives way to upscale neighborhoods, the buildings growing taller and more opulent.
We stop near an apartment complex that seems to shimmer in the sunlight.
Hisashi turns to me, his piercing gaze making my skin prickle.
"Are you ready to make your choice?" he asks, extending his hand once more.
I take a deep breath, my heart racing with anticipation...
Suddenly, the car door opens, and Hisashi steps out, his movements fluid and powerful.
"Let's take a look," he says, offering me his hand once more.
I take it, feeling that jolt of electricity as our palms touch.
We step out into the bright sunlight, the sounds of the city rushing back in like a tidal wave.
Hisashi leads me towards the apartment building, his grip firm but not crushing.
