I am going to try to make this into a longer fic then my other ones. Hopefully this will please as many readers as my other story, "The Lion's Tears" did. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own FF8, Squaresoft does.
This is an AU fic, and I am planning on taking this into a S/S. If you don't like that kind of stuff don't read it.
"talking"
~*~*~ POV change.
Beauty's Isolation
Chapter 1: Meeting the prisoner
Icy blue eyes opened to vast darkness. Blinking rapidly his eyes adjusted to the blackness. Looking around he saw empty chains lining the dull cement walls, he could faintly see streaks of some kind of sticky liquid dripping from the walls.
He tried to stand up but found that he could not move. Looking down he saw that his ankle was tied in a steel chain which was nailed to the ground, preventing movement. Shivering from the coldness of the damp cellar floor he wrapped his arms around himself, trying to trap whatever heat he had inside. He was close to blacking out again from sheer exhaustion when he heard voices from beyond the cellar doors.
"We just received a very small shipment, but very fresh and ripe for the picking."
"How many?" The voices grew louder as they neared. Heavy footsteps approaching the cellar.
"One, we would have more but it appears the numbers have gone down due to more demand." The voice sounded with sorrow at such a small shipment.
The dazed and confused boy hung his head as he felt the their presence at the cellar's entrance.
"I want a closer look at him, I see nothing but shadows." Keys jingled as the heavy metal door was opened. The boy trembled as he heard the two pairs of footsteps approach him.
~*~*~
"He looks so young.." The man kneeled down in front of the boy.
He could barely make out his face in the darkness but the boy looked effeminate and young.
"He's 19, he just looks very young for his age. Most clients want that, of course if your not satisfied I can always show you the other teenagers that look more their age." The man sighed as he grew tired of being in this cellar, he had seen enough and he knew what he wanted.
"I will have this one, how much?"
"$200."
"Done. Now hurry up and unlock him from the chains so I can go home before the sun sets, I do not have all day."
"I hope you will be please with--" The rest of their conversation was lost to the boy as he blacked out.
tbc.. ? maybe
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-Redrum. This fic was inspired by a picture I saw of Squall and Seifer. I hope I have enough ideas in my head to come up with the next chapter. :)
Please read and review. I take all your comments to heart.
Disclaimer: I do not own FF8, Squaresoft does.
This is an AU fic, and I am planning on taking this into a S/S. If you don't like that kind of stuff don't read it.
"talking"
~*~*~ POV change.
Beauty's Isolation
Chapter 1: Meeting the prisoner
Icy blue eyes opened to vast darkness. Blinking rapidly his eyes adjusted to the blackness. Looking around he saw empty chains lining the dull cement walls, he could faintly see streaks of some kind of sticky liquid dripping from the walls.
He tried to stand up but found that he could not move. Looking down he saw that his ankle was tied in a steel chain which was nailed to the ground, preventing movement. Shivering from the coldness of the damp cellar floor he wrapped his arms around himself, trying to trap whatever heat he had inside. He was close to blacking out again from sheer exhaustion when he heard voices from beyond the cellar doors.
"We just received a very small shipment, but very fresh and ripe for the picking."
"How many?" The voices grew louder as they neared. Heavy footsteps approaching the cellar.
"One, we would have more but it appears the numbers have gone down due to more demand." The voice sounded with sorrow at such a small shipment.
The dazed and confused boy hung his head as he felt the their presence at the cellar's entrance.
"I want a closer look at him, I see nothing but shadows." Keys jingled as the heavy metal door was opened. The boy trembled as he heard the two pairs of footsteps approach him.
~*~*~
"He looks so young.." The man kneeled down in front of the boy.
He could barely make out his face in the darkness but the boy looked effeminate and young.
"He's 19, he just looks very young for his age. Most clients want that, of course if your not satisfied I can always show you the other teenagers that look more their age." The man sighed as he grew tired of being in this cellar, he had seen enough and he knew what he wanted.
"I will have this one, how much?"
"$200."
"Done. Now hurry up and unlock him from the chains so I can go home before the sun sets, I do not have all day."
"I hope you will be please with--" The rest of their conversation was lost to the boy as he blacked out.
tbc.. ? maybe
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-Redrum. This fic was inspired by a picture I saw of Squall and Seifer. I hope I have enough ideas in my head to come up with the next chapter. :)
Please read and review. I take all your comments to heart.