Submit..

The man came out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel before he tossed it aside in the laundry bin. "I'm done slut. You ready for round 2?" Looking out at the room though, he grinned, as he saw Shiki prostrating on the floor. Her face pressed against the floor, her naked nude figure hunched over, with his dried and caked-in cum all over her. Around her neck, she had voluntarily worn his **** collar, permanently submitting to him for good. She had decided to go ahead and do this for him to save time, and not waste it going about with futile resistance to the inevitable. After all, he was going to break her, and it was going to end right there and then. There was no way she could win against him anyways.

"Haha. I enjoy that~ Glad to see you're already submitting. It's only natural for the weak to submit to the strong, right?"

"Y-yes.."

Her aloof voice had been replaced with a pathetic meek one. With a bit of work, the man put a leash onto the collar, and tugged on it, pulling Shiki forward with him. "Just like an obedient pet. I'm sure someone will pay nicely for you. Shall we get going?"

"Y-yes.."

She had **** in the matter anyway. He was going to enslave her now that she had completely submitted and had given up to his control. Wearing her kimono only, but naked underneath and caked in seed, Shiki followed the Black man outside the hotel, pulled along by the leash, with the collar around her neck tightened as hard as it could be, to remind her of how much control he had now. It was a short walk, but it felt like an eternity, as Shiki reminisced over her old life, of who she was only a few minutes ago, of her relationships, and of Mikiya... A grey van waited around the block, and as the doors opened up, Shiki walked in, and took a seat inside, surrounded by men just like the one who fucked her.

It'd be the last time she was seen by anyone...

It's been months, maybe perhaps even years since Shiki had disappeared. She had been bound and gagged, boxed up, and shipped over to the United States. It took some time to get used to her new Master, but she eventually fell for him. As proof of that, Shiki's stomach had grown quite a bit. She had been having non-stop sex almost every day of the week. As a result, she was inevitably impregnated, but she was quite happy, to have the Master's baby growing inside of her womb. She was quite loved and adored by her Master too, as he lavished her room and gave her fine clothing, albeit still keeping her **** collar on, just to still let her know what her place was, even if he treated her like a second wife.

Sometimes, after sex, or whenever she was alone, she'd think back to what could've happened if she fought back. If she somehow managed to resist and stay in Japan, with that guy... But those thoughts made her sad, and she didn't like feeling so blue and cold. She had a new warmth and life here, and it seemed to be the best sort of life for a woman like her. Free of conflict and the need for fighting, only solely focusing on living, and pleasuring her loved ones. Her Master gave her a reason to live, and that was enough for her to go by.

(A/N: If you wish to write to continue a bad ending, feel free too.)