Flashback:

I remember the day I called her. I was 9, my cousin was all I had. She would be the prize of my family, before me. She was sold to many men, raped, beaten. Her name was Carrie. Other wealthy citizens would mock her, calling her vulgar names, like a hoe, slut. Then later, buy her for their sickly pleasure. I remember running into my garden with her tucked in my arms. I was sick of her torture. I went in her place. Everybody preferred me anyway. I was older, meaning some parts were slightly larger than hers. It was the most tragic experience. I knew what Carrie went through. All for money. Later that day, when I returned, Carrie ran down to me. I remember her crying and screaming that mother was pregnant. With a boy. I remember signing and stroking her soft hair and telling her I'll protect him and her as well. When the baby boy was born, he was named Tsuki. Tsuki was only a mere boy. Being sold to lusty women and dirty men. I would always volunteer to walk him out, give him the strongest hug, I would review what I had taught him in case of emergencies. I knew he was intelligent, he was a bright child. I taught him everything he needed to know to keep from accidents. I remember, that day, all of us being sold to the same person. It was dramatic. My body burned, with scars, bruises, stained with blood. My relatives staring helplessly at their protector. I took everything for them. I was not going to let them get touched. It hurt. Badly. Eventually, it was only me who had been touched. I remember whispering that I was going to protect them through my spurts of pain.. After that day, I heard my sister mutter something about gods who will grant any wish with an exchange. I took the hope and did what she told me. I called upon them. "What's your wish?" She had asked. Tall, beautiful woman. "Are you..the one they speak of?"
"I'm a demon. What's your wish?"
"To..to find somebody who will protect me, love me, like I did to my relatives. Somebody who will..give me my first pleasurable first.."
"Sounds conceited. But, your past has proved me false. I understand your feelings. You're 12 now aren't you? Dearie."
"Please.." I had started crying. That woman was fair skinned, short shimmering lilac hair..
"What's your name?"
"Y/N L/N."
"I'm Lilliana Destrofrey. In exchange for your wish, I wish for your soul. It smells delectable from here."
"Okay.."
After that day, my loved ones and I were never sold again. Lilliana had made my life better. But, that didn't last long. When my parents stared to downfall into destitution, they offered us up, millions of dollars. That's..that's when my cousin, Carrie Starus, committed suicide. She stabbed herself. When I heard the sound of clattering metal, I dashed into her room with Tsuki. "You..we're always my protector..I wish..you find somebody who treats you like you treated me..please..I love you.."