Author's Note: Welcome to the rewrite of the prologue of my story 'Floccinaucinihilipilificatio n' (whose title I changed because really?). This will run along the same premise of the original, but will be formatted differently. It may take me a good long while to finish rewriting and get to more new content, seeing as I'm approaching finals.
For those who missed the summary, a word of warning. This story will not be happy. It will not be pretty. It is dark and nasty, centered around abduction, rape, the sex slave trade, and seriously screwing with someone's mind. If any of these disturb you, I encourage you to go back.
Good boy.
Beg for it.
You are nothing but a whore.
Shouting outside. Crashing. Breaking. Screams of terror.
Who am I?
Say it.
Master.
Something slammer into the door. Light fluttered around the edges as it rattled inward.
Your only purpose is to serve.
You deserve nothing.
You are a toy for the pleasure of others.
A voice. Familiar. Shouting a name the slave knew he recognized but couldn't place.
Obey every command.
Never disobey.
Slave.
The wood creaked, groaned, gave. Two figures silhouetted by the blinding light.
Master?
All he could do, as Castor grabbed his shoulders and stared into his eyes, was rock his hips and moan.
Okay, so I'm working on rewriting the next chapter as I type this. And I must say...how do people manage to write so much? I've said all I need to say by 500 words! Anyway, you might have to wait a bit. Finals week is up.