"On your knees" barked the guards toward all the woman they'd chained in line, while they finished their business. Rukia, who was naturally a bit of a rebel, couldn't speak or fight back when she was cuffed against both wrists and ankles with heavily armed men surrounding her from all directions. She was one of nearly half a dozen maiden's bought that day to the likes of a notoriously powerful warlord in the region. The aftermath of a raid that killed her family in cold blood, burned her village to the ground, and had her sent off to be auctioned to the highest bidder. If she'd known better, she would have tried to die right along with her relatives, spare herself the agony that now awaited her. But it was her dying father's last wish that she'd try and escape for the sake of the family. It obviously didn't go according to plan.
"Up and march!" they roared moments later, with whips in hand, purposefully intimidating the young maidens all the way back to their new master's palace. The journey lasted well over a few hours as they marched into the coast lines and rode through the seas on ship, until finally arriving at what ironically looked like a piece of 'paradise', out in the middle of nowhere.
It took everything in Rukia's power to restrain herself from doing anything stupid. She knew one ill conceived action would have meant her life, and as much as she would have prefered that untimely ending - she wanted to keep her promise and one day attempt that escape. That, unfortunately, did mean she needed to bite down hard at her new reality. At least until the day she'd find her opportunity. Something which the other girls in her current company couldn't seem to be on board off, they hadn't even landed onto this remote island before discovering one of the girls had been badly beaten and separated from the rest. It was evident her new master had little patience for disobedience so she made the effort from that point onward to be the ideal maiden. However, what seemed only that much more disturbing, was realizing just how many women were under this master's command.
Upon finally arriving, she'd uncovered there were over 2 dozen women from all ethnicities who'd been captured by similar means. At the helm of them all was wife #1, the top dog and perhaps the most cruel one of them all. She demanded respect, and considered herself special even though the means by which she got there were no different than anyone else around her. It was during the presentation and feast on behalf of the new maidens, though, that she first laid eyes on her new master. She, like the other woman recently bought, had never seen or even known their master's name but everyone knew they were trouble. In order to please said master, they were adorned in the most exotic and alluring clothing imaginable. Wearing only the finest materials, even though they were fairly revealing, so they could start vying for their master's attentions.
It appeared it was custom that on the first night of a maiden's arrival, said master got to choose who they wanted in bed with them. While Rukia hardly wanted to be first pick, it seemed something about her aloof and indifferent demeanor caught her master's interests and it wasn't long before everyone's eye fell in either envy, joy or curiosity over the master's choice. All that ultimately mattered at that point, was that she get up and start moving if she didn't want to follow in the fate of the young maiden beaten earlier - so she did, hesitantly. With a slight blush to her cheeks, she got up, kept her head low and followed her master's order to proceed into a secluded room in the palace, with the obvious knowledge that everyone was watching her every move. Without much notice, she heard the slam of a door behind her, and a soft tone of someone creepingly approaching. A mix of fear and anger overcame her but it hardly showed as she started to feel her master's hands rub against her shoulders and that's when she knew she was officially theirs.