(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z322/Apprentice_Soul/females/Sugihara%20Anri/Anri-Sugihara-914-minifacecloseup.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">NONAMI KITIGANI</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Emerium > Rayn's trunk > The Galaxy<br/><strong>With:</strong>Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad and Callie Shaw<br/><strong>Restrictor Collar:</strong>0<br/><br/>Nonami first felt claustrophobic after the trunk slammed shut atop her, she had curled as tightly as she could into a naked fetal position in fear of some part of her body being caught between the trunk door and car chassis, but now wanted nothing more than to stretch out in all directions and relax in the comfort of open air. She had never actually thought of how small it was inside a trunk, but she had never thought she might be riding like a piece of cargo in one before either. She frantically stretched out as far as she could contained within the confined space, but found she wasn't going to be moving around much, her legs were most certainly pinned where they were preventing her from turning to far in either direction at the waist. She panted from the anxiety of being locked in here to be removed only at this horrid man's disposal and not a moment before. For a moment she really felt as things couldn't get worse.<br/><br/>Her assessment was made too soon however, she soon found every time the vehicle slowed or stopped or turned she bumped some part of her body against the walls of the tiny space. The number of aches and pains quickly mounted and her anxious pant turned to panicked gasps and sobs. With tears streaming down her face she was not so far lost to distress to not know he could drive more smoothly she knew he was doing this to her on purpose. This was just in line with everything she knew about the misogynistic bastard, but her anger soon turned to despair as it sank in how powerless she was.<br/><br/>She felt no relief once she felt the hum of the engine die when he had parked his vehicle. Now he would open the trunk yank her out by her hair and do some terrible painful thing to her, she knew this man only thought of women as objects and she was most certainly disposable. She regretted speaking the truth so loudly before as she curled up defensively into a ball ready for the moment when the trunk flew open and he carried out his further tortures for her. She held the position as tightly as she could for what felt like an eternity before breaking with it simply from becoming too tired to hold the position any longer. She waited another moment before deciding he must not be coming at all, that maybe he forgot about her that maybe he was leaving her here until later to execute his devious plan. She felt a moments respite and relaxed grateful for the opportunity to rest from her ordeal, or at least before her next ordeal.<br/><br/>Her next ordeal came sooner than she expected however as she found her momentary refuge turned prison once again as the temperature rose within the trunk. Sweat collected in droplets across her naked skin as she tried frantically to stretch as far as she could within the narrow confines of the trunk. Her relieved panting from a moment before became more heavy once again as she began to fear she may be baked alive all the while knowing her owner cared nothing for her safety and well being.<br/><br/>Her worst fears were confirmed as the engine came to life once more, her owner having not even checked on her before taking off in the vehicle again. He had decided to allow her to die in here, she was never coming out alive, she had insulted him and now he was having his revenge. Unable to see in the dark she could only imagine the bruises she must have had across her body now from the first ride in the trunk, now she knew she was going to die in here a beaten bloody mess. She braced herself for what she knew was coming and what soon was confirmed. There was no panicked heaving of breath this time, no terrified horrendous imaginings of what was to come, just silent resigned sobs.<br/><br/>When the engine halted again she did nothing, she merely listened as the doors open and shut, as her owner and the subservient one walked, walked away to leave her here to die. Then she heard the clicks of the key fitting into the trunk lock, clicks of the key turning and light blinded her completely. She shut her eyes as tightly as she could, any light at all being painful after being locked in the dark trunk for so long. He reeled her out by her hair, though she would have literally leaped from the trunk only a half second later. He threatened her and then threw her by his shoe and commanded her to kiss it. He could easily shove her back in the trunk and forget about her at any moment so she complied. Humiliating herself she kissed his shoe while her eyes peered upward to gage whether or not he would shove her back in the trunk.<br/><br/>Nonami sat quietly on the barge to the yacht, it was her first chance to check her body for the bruises she knew she had most certainly accrued in the trunk, she found she had none,<em>luckily</em>she thought, though she was no less sore for it. She was one of the few, freeperson and slave alike, not standing. Nonami turned to her owner's other slave, the redhead, and peered deeply into to her eyes to try to discern if the woman had any feelings similar to her own. This redhead was the only person in the world alike to Nonami at this moment, all the other slaves were allowed to stand and had been offered party clothes. This other woman was the only other person in the world Nonami knew subject to the same abasement as her.<br/><br/>Nonami soon learned she may not be left to find solace in the redhead girls common trials however, her owner readily offered her to the others for discipline, as if she was not already sore enough. The buxom slave simply looked around at the feet of the freepersons who may soon be to punish her, afraid to look into their eyes lest they felt so encouraged.