Hello, well this will be my new story I hope you enjoy folks. If anybody has a better title that fits the story please tell me.
Disclaimer: I do not own PoT
My living hell
My living hell started when I was only six, when my parents decided to take me to the park. At first it turned out to be really fun, but it wasn't meant to last. My parents got distracted for one moment and that's all it took for some guy with a diabolical smile on his face. His big hands grabbed me, and after that its all a blur, but the pain I felt after was something I could never forget.
After I was abducted I was sold to the slave market where I was then sold to a high bidder. Before I got sold to my 'master' I had to be checked out to see what my worth was. At first they felt my bones, run a bit, check my heart rate, and much more just to see that I would be worth the money I got bought with. A little after the tests I was cleaned up given a cotton robe and went into training. I knew what they wanted me to be and it was simple I was going to be a prostitute and nothing more. After a couple years of trianing I was given black skintight leather pants with a black shirt and a collar with an identification code on it. I never thought I would say it I was scared.
Once I was taken on to the stage I was stripped and everybody saw me in my naked glory. After that a man whispered to me "you can put your cloth on now Ryoma." My throat was dry so I just nodded, and a salty tear slid down my face. Once I looked up I saw a man handing over 80,000 dollars to the man in charge of the bidding and walked over to me. He reached down and grabbed my chin looking at my face in detail. Then he grabbed me by the arm and said, "he's definitely worth more than 80,000 dollars."
I lived with this man for three years, during the time I got an education and special training. During this time I cried out in pain, and my eyes became more and more emotionless. It got to the point where I craved the touches I guess I became a masochistic person at this time. As I grew my figure became more slender and I became more seductive without even trying. During this time I gave up hope, and when I had it I was drugged, just so I didn't get any stupid ideas. So eventually I accepted the fact that I didn't even need to make decisions but only obey.
The greatest thing this man taught was how to play tennis, I learned new techniques, and styles and I even used what my old man taught me when I was merely a child. It wasn't until I was eleven when the cops finally tracked me down. During the time when they came I was just in my small locked room reading a book, when the door opened. My eyes shone of fear, which is odd since I would never show emotion. The first thing the cops did was grab me gently and lead me out of the house and to the hospital.
When I was in the hospital I ended up getting my body checked out and then I was told to wait for my parents to get here. As I was staring at the hospital ceiling a blue haired boy came into the room and asked "do you mind if I hide out in here?"
My voice was so dry that I ended up shrugging my shoulder in reply. He looked at me and then at my neck where red lines shown where the collar was pulled to tight. Before he could question me, I started to speak, but stopped. He then said, "what is it?"
"W-what's your name?"
"It's Yukimura Seichi, and what's yours?"
"I'm Echizen Ryoma. Why are you hiding?"
"It's because my teammates are coming to visit and I want to give them a scare. "
"Yukimura-san, why are you staring at my neck?"
Before he replied he blushed and said he was curious about the red marks. But I knew better he undressing me with his mind and trying to hide but failed miserably. Before he replied my parents I haven't seen for years barged in the room, looking like they found the needle in the hay stack.
Tbc…
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