Lovely Ice
Prologue
By: yukie-chan!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yami no Matsuei.
a/n: The idea just came to me when I read one of the GW fics in mediaminer.org. the story is not much the same, though, only the main idea. It's my first time writing this kind of fic but hopefully, the rating will not go up to R.
If you do not like the idea, please do not read and go somewhere else. I don't want to be regretting that I ever posted this fic on ff.net.
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"Stop! Please stop!" a weak yet audible voice was heard.
The elder man merely laughed at the boy's feeble attempts to free himself from the impending punishment. "Are you trying to order me around, little one?"
Beautiful emerald eyes winced in fear in what glitter of amusement that appeared on those silver depths. "No! Please, I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to! Please. please spare me!"
"Spare?" The man chuckled, "When did I ever do that?"
Porcelain-white hands stubbed the newly-lit cigarette on the boy's bare back. He knew that the boy knew better than to scream and took pleasure in seeing his pain.
The beautiful boy sobbed and silently drew breaths as the malicious hand mercilessly pressed it harder, burning it to no small extent. The torture itself is very painful, much less if it was inflicted to a body of a sixteen year old boy, but still, he was silent. Even when his captor stubbed another cigarette on another spot, he kept silent. He knew that this was just the beginning.
"Good boy. I have taught you well," the silver-haired man roughly caressed the boy's delicate cheek and pulled at his soft blond hair. "It's your fault, you didn't make that last customer happy, did you?"
The boy looked up, afraid of getting hurt again. "I'm sorry! I-It's just that ..," he stopped, remembering the aggressive, middle-aged man who handled him violently. He mentally shook his head. 'No, I don't want to remember the pain, anymore,' he thought.
But his captor read his mind and he was not about to let the poor boy forget about it. "That, what?" he inquired evilly.
"That..it..he..he did it to me so violently and I-I couldn't help screaming, it hurts so much." The blonde boy sobbed, afraid that the older man might not like the answer. He did not know what to do, he had nowhere to go and that left him to clinging to this cruel man and malicious men, living as a prostitute..a whore.
"I don't think that is reasonable enough, my dear."
"Please! I'm really sorry! I promise I won't ever do it again! I'll be a good boy, I promise!" the boy sobbed.
"Aa, I don't think so." The fake eye glittered in malicious ecstasy as the boy knew what was coming to him. "I think you need some repairing, my lovely doll."
The boy held the white trench coat and begged for deliverance. "No! I'll do whatever you want just please..not tonight..I'm so tired..please!"
The man smirked again and undressed the abused youth. 'No, not again. Please, let this be over, let my life be over..I don't want to live, anymore! Why do I have to live like this? Oh, God..please forgive me..'
Sobs were heard as darkness consumed the night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ end of prologue ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The future chapters would be longer, I promise. Tsuzuki would be showing up in chapter one and also, this is gonna be a tsu / his with tat / wat implied. Muraki will be the main antagonist in the fic so, don't expect him to be alive by the end. ( I'm really evil, am I?)
Till then, ja!
Prologue
By: yukie-chan!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yami no Matsuei.
a/n: The idea just came to me when I read one of the GW fics in mediaminer.org. the story is not much the same, though, only the main idea. It's my first time writing this kind of fic but hopefully, the rating will not go up to R.
If you do not like the idea, please do not read and go somewhere else. I don't want to be regretting that I ever posted this fic on ff.net.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Stop! Please stop!" a weak yet audible voice was heard.
The elder man merely laughed at the boy's feeble attempts to free himself from the impending punishment. "Are you trying to order me around, little one?"
Beautiful emerald eyes winced in fear in what glitter of amusement that appeared on those silver depths. "No! Please, I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to! Please. please spare me!"
"Spare?" The man chuckled, "When did I ever do that?"
Porcelain-white hands stubbed the newly-lit cigarette on the boy's bare back. He knew that the boy knew better than to scream and took pleasure in seeing his pain.
The beautiful boy sobbed and silently drew breaths as the malicious hand mercilessly pressed it harder, burning it to no small extent. The torture itself is very painful, much less if it was inflicted to a body of a sixteen year old boy, but still, he was silent. Even when his captor stubbed another cigarette on another spot, he kept silent. He knew that this was just the beginning.
"Good boy. I have taught you well," the silver-haired man roughly caressed the boy's delicate cheek and pulled at his soft blond hair. "It's your fault, you didn't make that last customer happy, did you?"
The boy looked up, afraid of getting hurt again. "I'm sorry! I-It's just that ..," he stopped, remembering the aggressive, middle-aged man who handled him violently. He mentally shook his head. 'No, I don't want to remember the pain, anymore,' he thought.
But his captor read his mind and he was not about to let the poor boy forget about it. "That, what?" he inquired evilly.
"That..it..he..he did it to me so violently and I-I couldn't help screaming, it hurts so much." The blonde boy sobbed, afraid that the older man might not like the answer. He did not know what to do, he had nowhere to go and that left him to clinging to this cruel man and malicious men, living as a prostitute..a whore.
"I don't think that is reasonable enough, my dear."
"Please! I'm really sorry! I promise I won't ever do it again! I'll be a good boy, I promise!" the boy sobbed.
"Aa, I don't think so." The fake eye glittered in malicious ecstasy as the boy knew what was coming to him. "I think you need some repairing, my lovely doll."
The boy held the white trench coat and begged for deliverance. "No! I'll do whatever you want just please..not tonight..I'm so tired..please!"
The man smirked again and undressed the abused youth. 'No, not again. Please, let this be over, let my life be over..I don't want to live, anymore! Why do I have to live like this? Oh, God..please forgive me..'
Sobs were heard as darkness consumed the night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ end of prologue ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The future chapters would be longer, I promise. Tsuzuki would be showing up in chapter one and also, this is gonna be a tsu / his with tat / wat implied. Muraki will be the main antagonist in the fic so, don't expect him to be alive by the end. ( I'm really evil, am I?)
Till then, ja!