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This is a revised chapter since 10/19/2016.
Chapter 1 Wishing for Death
The dripping of water could be heard in the large room and the smell of unwashed bodies permeated the air. The sound of the guard's boots hitting the ground echoed as they walked up and down the rows of the cage souls.
I laid across the dirty cold stone floor that was digging into my face, everything hurt. The guards had been pissed last night.
Apparently there pay had been cut because the slave traders weren't making as much. Lately there had been a lot of opposition to the cruelty of the slave trade and it probably was because most of the slaves were so broken from the abuse of previous owners and the torments from the slavers themselves that caused no one wanted such broken creatures, not that they weren't as broken in previous years, but it's probably because of the rise to end slavery. On top of that there had been a fall in births from women slaves. The reason for that was beyond obvious. Some of the women were so gone that they didn't even know that they were pregnant, but most of the time they weren't strong enough carry the pregnancy through or there were complications in the birth because of the bad medical attention. Just in general there were very few female slaves.
Since there were less female slaves the guards needed something or someone to take their stress out on as they put it, but most likely it was because the slavers were telling them to leave there precious females alone.
It had hurt so much, no matter how many times they did it, it hurt, though this time it had been over two months since they had taken me. They didn't do really at all to the others. It was because I was pretty, beautiful, these terrible words that they spoke to me. No I was ugly and dirty, but not to them. It would go on all night. Not just THAT, but they liked to beat me to, got some kind of sick pleasure in hearing me scream.
I gripped my head trying to squeeze of the horrifying memories of just a few measly hours ago, but I couldn't. I just couldn't get them to leave me head. I couldn't stop the flashes of torment over and over in my head like torture.
Flash back
"You like that don't you?" said the tall fat guard.
He kicked my again in the stomach. I could hear the crack of ribs and hot agony that laced through me. I couldn't keep my cry of pain from escaping. They loved my screams.
The other guards circle around and kick and hit me over and over till one took out a knife, the sharp metal catching the light the leaked under the doors of the secluded room.
He grabbed me by the hair lifting me up, fear shooting up my spine. It didn't matter if they killed me. The slavers wouldn't care. I was used, dirty.
He took the metal to my shirt. I could feel the coldness touch my collar. He dragged down the knife and the others helped to rip away the old worn shirt.
They turned my around and chain me to the wall. I know what was coming and I couldn't do a thing.
I pushed my head against the wall and waited for the first strike and as I thought it, the whip hit my scarred back with more furry then the norm.
I felt is slice through my delicate flesh, tarring destroying what might have been left of untouched skin.
I sreamed and sobbed. It hurt so much.
They struck my again and again. Each guard taking a turn at it, as each strike hit my unprotected back. They tormented me over and over.
"You like the pain. You little wore." Said one
"Look at you, so beautiful while you wither away. I could fuck you right now."
"Such a little slut. Look you are getting hard, just from my touched." One hissed in my ear as he played with my most private parts.
Present
This was hurt most of all; my body's reaction to stimulation. I was so ashamed that I got off on this, them playing with me. I tried to tell myself that that was how the human body reacted to stimulation that there was nothing that I could do, even if I didn't want it.
They would then rape me. Each one had their go. The first person would always make it as painful as possible. They made sure that I bled and the erection from their previous playing would immediately disappear.
I guess that is one thing that I can be relived about. I didn't get off on pain.
But then after that they would make sure that I came. Sometimes multiply times and at the end when the last one had their turn they would make it as painful as possible, worse than first round. They also took turns taking my mouth as last guard finished.
It hurt to move. Taking a breath hurt even more, my broken ribs screaming in agony with every breath.
I heard the door at the back of the large slave filled room open. The bustle of feet hitting the cold ground, the clank of bowels hitting the ground before each cage sounded through the room. You could hear the rush of the slaves scrambling to the front of their cages for the food.
They rarely feed us. The only gave us enough so that we lived for the next auction. That was all. I could hear the sound of a bowel being set in front of my cage.
I didn't even matter. I couldn't even move and I doubted that I could even hold down the garbage that they feed us. It would just cause my unnecessary pain if I throw up with my ribs as they are. I'm not even hungry even though they haven't fed us for days. I guess that should scare me, but it doesn't. Maybe that means the end is finally coming.
I hear whispers in front of my cage and I realize that the women that came to feed us were gathering around my cage.
I could hear their faint whispers over the clatter of the hungry slaves.
"He didn't go for his food like the others do," whispered one.
"Is he even alive?"
"I heard his screams last night," one said
"Poor soul," said another
"Look at his body, it's so beaten, I'm surprised that he's alive."
"If he doesn't eat, they'll kill him."
"It would be mercy," said a new voice.
"Dear God," one whispered "may you destroy this retched industry."
"Quiet if they hear us they'll kill us," someone whispered.
"Let's go before they notice."
"Rest his poor soul," another whispered and the others whispered similar things and walked away into the darkness of the room.
I don't want their pity. But they are right if don't eat they'll kill me. I guess that's for the better. Maybe this torment can finally be over, that I can at long last be in peace.
Hmmmmm. I laid across the hard floor as the ladies came and took away my uneaten food and hour later.
A buzz filled my ears and the surroundings started to dissipate and the darkness closed in and finally hopefully for the last time.
The first thing that my mind realized when I became conscious again was being dragged by a large guard that I hadn't seen in a while. He wasn't someone that liked to torment the slaves like the other guards that frequently had their way with me did, which was a relief for me. He wasn't nice per say but he was better than the others.
I wanted to ask where we were going, but I could only guess. Anyone that was being dragged down this hall meant scarring punishment or was going to be put down and I could only guess that the last one was going to be my fate. They always sent him for the ones that were going to be put down or punished. It made sense because he never did anything hurtful or inflicted anything on the slaves, but he was also the man that sent the slaves to their doom. So in a way he was the man that sent you to your end.
I could feel the stone floor scrapping against my already cut up legs as he dragged me by the scuff. My whole body hurt. Especially lower down. I could feel dried stuff crusted on my inner thighs and new stuff slowly trickily out of my abused body. I knew what it was leaking out of me. It was blood. It couldn't have been cum because it would long left my body and dried up by now, which meant that it had to be blood. They really must really torn me this time.
We turned a corner and the large gruff guard opened a door. I had to squint because the light was blinding. I realized that I was being taken outside.
My eyes opened wide as looked at the green world around me that I had only seen a few times. The guard continued to drag me along a dirt path that led out of the slave compound and out into the surrounding forest.
I could feel the dirty getting into my bloodied skin. The sound of birds calling to each other ringing through my ears.
As we walked or what I should say is as he walked and I was dragged along, we came to the fence that ran around the compound. At the fence was a guard and beyond was a slave loading truck.
Fear shot through me. Were they not going to kill me? Had all the others that had been dragged down this hall and not returned been put in that truck? Had even the ladies that cooked the slaves meals not known this? Had everyone just assumed that they were killing the broken slaves?
OH my god. I how could have been so stupid. What were they going to do with me?
The guard posted at the gate opened the gate and let us out. The large guard dragged me to the truck and lifted opening the door and the shoved me into the truck.
Pain flared through my beat up body as I landed on something soft and warm instead of cold hard metal that I had expected. When I looked up I realized that the truck was filled with slaves, no broken slaves, and I had landed on one.
I hear some sound like a slamming door at the front of the truck and the crunching of boots as someone walked up to the back of the truck. Just as I turned to face the opening a small slinky man came into view and started yelling:
"Listen up sluts! This is your last auction. If you don't get sold, then you will put down like dogs."
The man continued on, but that was all I need to listen to. It made sense, try one more time to sell us and possible make profit and then they were going to kills us if they didn't sell all of us "sluts".
I heard the slinky man something about selling our broken souls for discounted price like we were anything but human, but I was more focused on baring through the pain of my broken ribs because if you thought about it there was nothing that I could do about anything that they did to us. We were at their mercy.
The door to the van shot closed and we were plunged in darkness.
I could hear the engine start in the background and the truck lurched forward. We drove for a while. I can't say how long until the slave truck came to a stop and the back door of the truck was thrown open.
I had to squint for the bright light that was shining in. As my eyes adjusted I could see the large building behind the man that came to haul us out. I could only guess that it was a slave auction place. What else would it be?
I was yet again dragged causing unnecessary pain to my ribs and abused privates as I dragged into the unknown building and down many stark white halls until we came to a door that another guard opened. I was then thrown into one of the many cages along the walls of the somewhat large room. One by one all of the cages were filled with other slaves from the truck.
I leaned against the wall panting as I tried to handle the pain, but ended up laying on my side so to not put any pressure on my butt. I watched the other slaves settle down through pain filled eyes as the guards left.
After a while of uneventfullness my eyes began to droop and I fell asleep.
I was startled awake by the bang of cages as many guards filed into the room and started pulling the slaves out. One guard came to my cage and opened the cage door with a key. He grabbed me by the arm and shoved cuffs onto my hands and then proceeded to drag me out of the room with the others and down a hall until we got to the got what I assumed was back stage. Front stage begin were the showed off us slaves like cattle.
One by one we were lined up and then stripped on spot till we were naked. I could only image what I looked like with bruises, cum and blood all over my body.
I looked across to the others side of the back stage where one slave stood next to a guard. I could hear the auctioneer telling the audience that they had one last premium slave to show until they showed the discounted slaves. I could only assume that the slave across for us was the last premium slave and just like I thought he was brought to the front of the stage and sold away.
Things went quickly from there as the broken slaves were brought up and either sold or brought back to back stage hauled off to their death.
And then it was my turn. I was hauled up to the front of the stage and the bright lights hit my face making we squint as I was shown naked to hundreds.
"And here we have a 15 year old boy, baby blue eyes, blond….."
I let the sounds of the auctioneer fade as I stared out into the crowd.
I had seen every slave in there premium line, but had seen nothing I liked. If I was going to get a slave I was going get a slave that at least interested me at least. I zoned out as the auctioneer rattled on.
I was a head trader of a small company that traded across dangerous zones that caused suffering and death to most. There were many of these small companies that trading across these impossible zones. And these companies were banded together under one head company called: Akatsuki Trading and Co. Akatsuki Trading and Co. was the only know company that could actual get there goods across these zones. They did this by using their smaller sub companies that ran certain areas. One zone being the Red Sand Desert, me being the one that ran this zone, thus where I got the name Akasuna no Sasori or Sasori of the Red Sand.
But of course there was a secret to this. The truth was: we were vampires. Vampire Lords at that and we answered to Pein the head of the Akatsuki Trading and Co. The lower vampires were the ones that did the actual hauling across dangerous areas. Since we were immortal and our wounds healed instantly trading across these areas was no problem.
Pein was in fact the King of the vampires and we were in a way the nobles, but liked to call ourselves Lords. We ran the human's trade industry and most of the important other cooperation's. And all we looked like was a band of trading companies under one company to all the humans.
I don't really even know why I came here to look at slaves. I have no real interest in getting one, but Pein had suggested that I get slave to throw my temper onto. More liked order me to get myself together.
I wasn't just known as Sasori of the Red Sand, but I was known to be mean and cruel. The humans like to say that my born name Sasori meaning scorpion fit my personality perfectly.
So more slaves were shown and either sold or lead off back stage to where ever they took the ones that hadn't been sold off.
It wasn't until they brought a small blonde haired boy on the stage that I actually straightened up in my seat.
The auctioneer said that he was 15 and blonde with baby blues eyes.
I looked closely at the boy. Watching the boy as he stared off onto the crowd. For some reason the boy interested me and that was enough for me to bid on him. And of course I won the bid for the boy.
I heard whispers as I walked back to pick up my merchandise as the attendant had said we she came to get me.
"He bought a broken boy?" one salve buyer whispered.
"Sasori of the Red Sand bought that trash?" said another.
I felt annoyed. I could buy whatever I pleased. Wouldn't it mean that a broken slave was more afraid of disobeying and better trained because of their experience? And on top of that I didn't want some fresh stock as they put it that had no idea what it was doing. Well I know that I don't want that. I don't what so new slave dropping stuff and stuttering like an idiot when I can have a quiet and know how to please their master slave. I swear humans are so stupid all they care about is the slave being virgin or not.
I came to the back were slaves were lined up waiting for their new masters.
The lady in front of me lead me down the hall of waiting slaves till she got a more closed off area were the more recently bought slaves were waiting.
I looked down at the small boy that I had purchased and looked at his dirty body. The kid looked like he had fallen into mud bath and then dragged through weeds and dirt.
I turned towards the attendant as she handed me the boys papers and the certificate that showed that I had owned him.
"May I have something to cover him with? I don't want to get my car dirty."
"Of course, I will be right back."
The lady then walked of and I then turned back towards the boy and started to inspect him, but soon realized that I would have to what till he was cleaned up a bit to really get a good look. Instead I decided that I should probably address the boy and make it clear that I am his new master.
"Look at me boy."
The child's head slowly rose up, but his one showing blue eye didn't even remover its gaze form the floor.
I jerked his chin and said:
"I told you to look at me."
His gaze at last fell on my face his one blue eye final looking into by chocolate colored eyes. His blue eye had a glazed look to it and I could see fear and some other emotion behind the glazed look.
"What's your name?"
"Deidara" he said in a whisper.
"You will call me Master or Master Sasori and nothing else."
"Yes Master" the boy whispered again.
Just as the kid said that the lady was back with a large shirt that was put on the kid by a guard that had been following her. She then asked me:
"Would like help putting your merchandise in your car?"
"Yes"
The lady nodded to the guard that then unlocked the cuffs on the boys wrists. I turned and lead the guard and slave to my awaiting car and got in. The guard then shoved the boy into the back seat with me.
The guard then the thanked him for his purchase and promptly shut the car door.
I then told my driver to take us home.
The cabin of the car was then filled with silence and the silence continued all the way till we pulled up to my home.
The driver opened the door for me and I got out and motioned for the boy to follow. The child then got out of the car and looked at the house.
I could tell that he was shocked, because the house was more like a manor then a house.
I was greeted at the door by my servants. I told one of the servants to start a bath in my bathroom. She immediately scurried off to start the bath. I lead the boy upstairs and into my bedroom where we walked into the bathroom and were the servant just finished with the bath. I told her to get the boy some temporary cloths and she nodded and let the room.
I turned to the child and looked at him assessing how I was going to do this. Well there was really only one way. I had to face this head on because I knew that this was not going to be easy.
"Take off your clothes," I said to the kid.
He looked up at me in a startled manor. Liked he didn't think that the bath was for him. I mean why wouldn't it be? He was filthy and I sure wasn't.
He started to back up towards the door a look of fear on his face.
"Take off your cloths, NOW."
He flinched when I said the word now with some force behind it. I would rather leave him alone to bath, but since he was new I didn't want to leave him along. I mean he could drown himself and then this would all be waste of time and money.
He took off his shirt and I motioned towards the tub. He hesitated to towards it and slowly brought his foot up to the water. I guess when he realized that the bath wasn't some kind of monster he got in.
I then bent down and got the shampoo on the side of the tub and put some my hand. I cleaned his hair which seemed too enjoyed after he relaxed. The strand of hair the covered his other eye though was something that he put up a small fight when I tried to move the stand and clean it. So I just decided that I would let him do it and he did, but not after turning away slightly so I couldn't see.
I then proceeded to clean the rest of him begin careful not to hurt him as I noticed more and more injuries as the dirty washed away.
I didn't really have the much trouble like I had expected till I got to his private area. That when he panicked. I could see it. The utter terror that flashed across his features. He start thrashing in the bath tub and whisper begging for me not to touch him, his voice ringing through the bathroom.
"Please don't. Please."
"I'm sorry for whatever I did, just please not that. Please."
I looked at the kid as he backed up to the farthest corner of the tub, the farthest away from me.
I sighed and here was the trouble that I was expecting, but then again they did say he was broken.
I just held out the bottle of body wash to the kid and he just looked at me with a shocked excretion. He hesitantly took the bottle from me and poured out some onto his small hands.
He then discreetly as possible cleaned himself down there, but I didn't miss the small wince that escaped as he did so.
After he was done I made him stand up and I turned on the shower as the water drained out of the tub so that I he could get all of the soapy water off.
And that's when I got the first good look at the kid without all of the dirt covering him.
He an assortment of bruises in the stages of healing and some lacerations on his arms and stomach and you could see everyone bones. His ribs being the most pronounced. There were rope burns on his wrist from being tied up and his back was a whole other story. He had whip marks that looked fresh. Most hadn't even start to scar over. There were also bruises in the shape of hands on his hip and at the tip of the bruises you could see moon shaped crevices were nails bit into his skin.
All and all the kid was a mess. Which I had been expecting any away. I mean the price to buy the brat was so much cheaper than the others.
I looked father down his body and looked at his legs the only area that I hadn't looked at while the boy was rinsing.
That when I sucked in a sharp breath. On the back of his legs was blood. Not dried. Fresh blood and I knew where it was leaking from as I followed the trail of blood, that wasn't begin washed away with the water, up to his buttocks.
Why was he still bleeding? Shouldn't the bleeding have stopped by know even if he was taken right before I purchased him? At the least the bath should have stopped the bleeding.
I turned the water off and grabbed a towel and then a wash cloth. I handed him the towel that he immediately used to cover himself and I then handed him the wash cloth.
He looked at me curiously. "It's so you don't bleed all over my carpet."
The boys eyes seemed to widen and he the slowly reached out for the cloth and took it. I turned around at that point and left the bathroom. I walked into my room and found a neat stack of cloths the maids had left that I had requested.
I picked them up and returned to the bathroom were the brat was standing. I got out my medical kit form under the sink and motioned from him to sit on the toilet. The kid slowly sat down with a wince and I then proceeded to clean all of his wounds. I could tell that he was trying to hold back his sounds of pain as I rubbed at the whip marks with the disinfectant.
When I was finished I wrapped the cleaned wounds up and handed him the clothes. He looked at me nervously and I turned around and looked at the wall as he got dress. I really just wanted this to be down with at this point so that I could get back to work.
When I turned around he was holding the towel and the wash cloth. But what startled me was the amount of blood that had already collected on the cloth. That couldn't be good. At the rate this kid was losing blood and especially from that area I was surprised he was standing.
"Put the cloth in the hamper and set the towel on top."
He did as directed and I then got another thicker wash cloth form the cabinet.
"Put this in your pants so you don't get blood on your cloths."
I then turned around and I heard him shuffle with his pants and put the wash cloth where I had directed. I knew at this point that I was going to have to call a doctor. Because there was no way that I was going to look down there and on top of that I don't think the kid would let me though I would get my way in end, it would just end up being a hassle.
Calling a doctor was probably a good thing to do because from the extent of his wounds and other injuries he need a professional to really look at him.
I turned back around after I heard the shuffling end.
"Follow me" I said in a scruff voice.
I guided the boy out of my room and down the hall a little ways till we got to the servants stairs. I then walked down the till we got to a room along the stair case.
"There is one along each of the servant's stair cases that lead up. These rooms are used for personal servants so they are closer to their masters. This one will be yours. There is a bathroom attached to the room."
I walked in and the brat followed me in. As he looked around the small room I noticed that he was looking around the room like it was some kind of treasure to be given the room.
"Sit on the bed."
The kid scrambled to the bed and sat down with a flash of pain in his eyes.
"Alright, from now on you will personally attend to me. You will not be doing any cleaning, cooking or any other house hold chores the only job that you are assigned to do is attend to me. . . also you are to never disobey me no matter what. There will be dire consequences. If you behave and obey there will be no punishments. When you are not needed you will stay here in this room. Understood?"
"Yes, master" the boy said in a small voice. I could see the fear in his eyes as I said punishment.
"I will a maid get you some proper fitted cloths and also have someone show you around. After you return here and you can do what you want till you are called for."
At that I got up and left.
My wounds felt way better as I waited for the maid to come and show me around like master said. I ran my hands across the soft cotton bedding. I couldn't believe that I had my own bed more less my own room.
There was a knock at my door and I got up to answer it. In front of me was a pretty blonde maid.
"Hello my name is Ino. I will be showing around the manor and letting you meet the other staff. Please come this way."
I followed her out the door and down the flight of stairs till we got to the bottom. She then led me over to a small room that was filled with the other staff. As we walked in the staff stopped talking and turned to look at us.
"Would you introduce yourself to us," Ino asked as she lead me over to the others.
I looked at the staff and all there scrutinizing gazes.
"My names Diedara."
And after that I was introduced to all the other servants.
First was Kiba. He took care of the manors dogs and horses. Next was Hinata and Sakura who took care of the cleaning. Then was Shino who was in charge of taking care of the gardens and then Shikamaru and Neji were in charge of manor security. After that there was Choji who was in charge house hold cooking, lastly Ino announced that she was also helped with the cleaning.
After introductions I was lead throughout the massive house and told were everything was by Ino and I was them lead back to the kitchen where I was told to sit on the high chair stool.
A bowel of broth was then put in front of me by Choji
"I figured that you wouldn't be able to stomach much considering how thin you are."
He must have seen my shocked expression because he then continued.
"Your Master may be known to be cruel, but he is not stupid. He had told use to give you three meals a day. He doesn't need you dropping dead from starvation."
"Cruel?" I asked softly with a hint of fear.
"He told you his name didn't he?" Ino asked.
"Sasori" I answered back quietly.
"You might know him better by the name Akasuna no Sasori," Choji said.
Sasori of the Red Sand? Am I cursed with bad luck? I still can't believe I was bought. But I now find out that I was bought by a rich trader that was known to be cruel and even rumored to kill those who opposed him.
"Don't freak out now. He has never hurt us unless we have disobeyed or done something unthinkable." Ino said.
Choji then warned: "But be warned, his punishments are brutal and he will not relent if you have truly offended him."
Silence filled the large kitchen and was then broken.
"Now eat you soup or it get cold."
I slowly ate the soup so to make sure I didn't throw it back up later. After I was finished I said my thanks and then was lead by Ino back to room. The instant she was gone I dropped onto the bed and let my worries a physical pain fall away and sleep claimed me.
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