Author's Note: This is my first fic, and I definitely know it didn't turn out as well as I was hoping it would, at least as far as length goes. I've read a lot fan fictions, (almost 780), which means I've read a lot of good ones. It also means that I've read a lot of bad ones, so I'm going to try and avoid mistakes that I've seen. I also apologize for OOCness, but I attempted to keep the characters the same. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but please no flames. ^.^' I really did try, but I know I made mistakes. At any rate, please read, rate, and review!
"Dialogue"
"Other End of the Phone Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, regardless of how much I may want to.
The loud crack of a whip resounded throughout the small room. The cement had long been stained pink, slowly darkening each day. Another crack, followed by a low whimper. The small, shivering mass on the floor curled tighter around itself, trying to get away from the lethal weapon. But he was trapped; chained to the floor, by both the wrists and ankles. Eventually, he would no longer need them, but for now, because he tried to run, he would remain chained.
A third crack, and the man above him was laughing.
"I thought I told you, only come upstairs when you are called! But, since you seem to like being punished, you'll get another thirty lashings, and no food for today!"
The man got no reply, which only angered him further.
"Answer me, dammit!" The man exclaimed, bringing the whip down again and again upon the small boy. Tears, followed by more and more blood, soaked the cold cement.
The boy had learned long ago to never answer the man. It proved to piss him off more, so he remained silent, other than a few small whimpers and hisses.
The man roared, and brought the bloodied whip down upon the boy as hard as he possibly could, before throwing it to the side. The boy prayed to fall unconscious, for it to end before he awoke.
The man dropped to the ground, slowly crawling over the boy until he hovered directly over him. He flipped the boy onto his back, before pinning his already chained legs down, and landing blow after blow on the boy's face, stomach, and anywhere else he could reach, further bruising and cutting the boy. After a while, he finally, finally, got bored with the unresponsive child. The large man leaned in real close to the boy's face, and coldly whispered:
"Just you wait until next week. I've finally found something for a bitch like you to do. It's a good paying job, but of course, ah, how do I put this nicely," he paused and looked away, pretending to think for a moment. Turning back to the boy, glaring straight into his wide, fearful eyes, "You aren't worth anything, much less actual money, so you won't be receiving anything," the man sneered. "And I suggest you keep your mouth shut about this, otherwise..." He paused again. "Well, I'll leave it to your imagination."
And with that, the man pushed himself off from on top of the boy, and walked out of the room, a sick grin on his face.
The small child, unable to stay awake any longer, thought to himself, 'I...wonder if...this will...ever...end...' before finally succumbing to the darkness.
-xxxxxx-
[Time Skip]
-xxxxxx-
The boy, having suffered more beatings in the past week, now shakily stood in a dress. Or rather, pieces of cloth seemingly fit together to make a dress. It was black and white with small pleats and ruffles here and there, similar to that of maid's.
However, the "dress" was so revealing, it could hardly be considered a...dress. The dress only reached his mid thigh, leaving the rest of his lean legs bare. The whole skirt was shear, with only the ruffled apron and an entirely too short miniskirt underneath to cover his lower extremities. The bodice was extremely low cut, and despite the fact that he was boy, it still seemed to "show off". Lastly, there were the ruffled heels and accessories. The black heels were pure black, closed toe, with a high four-inch heel, designed to make the boy look taller, and his legs longer. Their was a small, pleated strap placed around his left thigh, strategically placed just beneath the outer miniskirt. To complete this enticing dress up, a small, ruffled headband sat upon the boy's strange, tri-coloured hair.
'W-What...is he...planning t-to...make m-me d-do?' the boy thought, still confused and terrified.
"Alright, my little bitch, it's time to go. So get your ass upstairs and wait next to the door."
The boy, not wanting the man to become angry, the boy scurried up the stairs and patiently kneeled off to the side. He did not wait long however, as the man soon came trudging up the stairs.
"Now, before we go, I want to make something clear. When we get there, you are to do EXACTLY as I and my business partner say. If you don't...well...let's just say, things will get messy."
The boy only nodded, still terrified of what may await.
-xxxxxx-
The man gruffly took the boy by his arm and pulled him out of the back of the ominous black van. He opened the passenger door.
"Alright, we won't be long. Don't go anywhere, or I might have to call a friend of mine," the man sneered at the driver. The driver rapidly shook his head, and said, "There's, uh, no need to get anyone else involved...I'll just be here."
The man nodded, and dragged the boy inside of booming club. The boy received several lustful glances and stares as they walked towards the back of the room. In attempt to ignore the stares, the boy stared at the ground as they walked across the room. They soon approached another large man that had a grisly face with shaggy, black hair.
"Ahh, boss, good to see ya. Here's that treat you wanted to see. How much you gonna give me for him? Brand new, never before used! I know you like the virgins."
"900."
"What?! Come on, a grand at least! Just look at him! I know quite a few that'd pay a lot of money for somethin' like him."
"950."
"Done deal." The man shoved the boy over to the other man, who grabbed him and forced him into another room.
"Now strip." The "boss", as the boy knew him, said.
'S-strip? What does he—OH! Does he really expect me to do that?! I couldn't do that, let alone do it right. But I don't want to get punished...'
"Hey, kid, what are you doing? Hurry up, already, before I shred those clothes off you. You wouldn't want to walk out naked would you?" Boss asked, slowly stalking towards the boy.
The boy turned and ran straight out of the room, past the dance floor, and right out of the club and—
-xxxxxx-
—and straight into the man who'd been standing outside the club smoking.
"What the hell are you doing back this soon?! There is no way you're already finished. Even the boss takes longer than that." He stomped out the cigarette, grabbed the boy, and threw him into the back of the van. He closed and locked the door, then walked into the club.
'Oh no. No, no, no. I'm in trouble. I disobeyed. I definitely going to get punished! Why can't I do anything right?! I'm such a screw-up, and I probably just lost my chances of getting food for the next few days!'
Just then, the van door slammed open.
"BOY!" The man shouted, stomping into the back of the van. He immediately slapped the child, easily sending him to the floor of the van. "DRIVER! Drive us to the house, NOW!"
The driver backed out and started towards the house, quickly gaining speed.
The man loomed over the small mass on the floor of the van.
A/N: Aaaaand that's the end of the prologue. Hope you all enjoyed it, remember to rate and review (no flames please), and have a wonderful day :D
~Sinful Magician
