SLAVERY IS BACK! I couldn't help myself. Rated M for now because of later chapters. Link screwed up and forgot about Ghira's fabulous dark magic, didn't he?
ENJOY! ^^
Slavery
He's evil, and that's not an exaggeration. He wasn't changed into the creature he is now. He was born with it inside of him; it radiates out of his body. I can feel it when he touches me. It makes me feel closed in, because he reeks of death and blood. He tries to cover it up, but he doesn't try too hard, because I am his slave, and I'm forbidden to say anything about it unless he asks. I'm trapped, you know. Imprisoned, much like his master was before he was resurrected. I could've stopped him, but I was held by his magic. I could've stopped him. I could've… I was saying that I could've, but I didn't. I was bound by the magic I knew nothing about. I'd damn him to hell if he wasn't a demon already. But I can't do that either way, because I am his slave, and I'm forbidden to do so.
Now, in this anguish that we live in, his home is the only safe place for me. But nonetheless, survival is everything. Drink water when you can. Eat when food is given to you. Don't waste anything. You'll regret it later. More importantly over all that, obey your master. Don't taunt, don't fight, don't struggle, and DON'T. SAY. NO. I've learned that the hard way, but I still refuse to obey. Yet sometimes I wonder that if I was the chosen hero, then why has my rival enslaved me? Was it because I stopped listening to my sword spirit? Was it because I gave up for ten minutes? Or was it that he was stronger than me? NO! That's not it! He'd never be stronger! No matter how many shackles he chained me up with, he'd never be stronger! Never…Right?
He is of higher authority, as all of you most likely know. Bokoblins are a lower species, and they bow down to him, as do I. Only because I'm forced to. I stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd of red demons, with my pale skin and light-colored hair. However, he tries to be a little nicer to me than he does the rest. He insults me less, and when he does, he attempts to hurt my feelings in a way that only stings temporarily, not permanently. All of them are his slaves, but I seem to be the only one who is allowed to call him Master. As he sits on his throne, I'm forced to reside there with him. The other slaves envy me, staring and whispering insults under their breaths, but I'm unsure as to why. If they were Ghirahim's slave for a week, they'd be beaten and battered more than they have in their entire lifetime. They'd also be sexually abused and hung by their feet numerous times, merely for his pleasure. Wishing to remain a virgin for however long you want isn't an option anymore. However, he's been quite peculiar about exactly when, where, and how he's planning to ravish me. He finds my tears unattractive most of the time, so when I cry out of fear, he pushes aside all of his plans and sends me to bed. I've found crying to be an advantage to me in certain situations. Thank the Goddess.
The games he plays with me are ridiculous. I've been dressed and undressed so many times, I can't even count anymore. I've gone through pants, shorts, skirts, dresses (especially dresses), and other vulgar roleplay outfits so much, that I'm starting to feel like a doll. He even makes me wear them just so I "remember my place". He's a prick, and he knows that I think that. I never voice it though, because I might be strangled with my own whip. He's hid my green tunic away and has replaced it with an outfit similar to his (in a way). The thing is reddish-brown, and it's cut off at the top, so that it reveals my entire stomach. The collar travels all the way up my neck, thankfully not choking me. A diamond shape is cut in the middle of it, exposing much of my chest. It doesn't cover much; it's not supposed to. Even the shorts are skin-tight with large diamonds cut into them. I'm just lucky that it covers my ass enough. The outfit's completed with tight gloves that look much like his. It's become my everyday attire, because he likes touching me, and it gives him room to do so. And he's not the only one who puts his hands on me because of what I'm wearing. I feel like every demon on the surface is staring at me when he makes me walk through the streets with him. Some of them have gone so far as to touch my ass while I'm in the open. Those are the only moments in which I cling to him, because I know that they won't bother me when I'm so close to him. There are advantages to being Ghirahim's slave. No one touches him, or messes with him, and they do the same with his things. They try their best to not anger him, and I know why. He considers me one of his most prized possessions, because I am (or is it "I was"?) the Goddess's Chosen Hero, and I'm "all his". He's already blatantly stated that if anyone touches me, they'll be waist deep in their own blood. He acts like an animal that's defending his prey, and yes, it is intimidating. It's supposed to be. I'm just glad I'm not the one having to take it directly.
I'm unfamiliar with his magic. He's made numerous things disappear with it: my sword, my shield, my hat, and sometimes even my clothes. His sadistic personality is what makes him unpredictable. The question ends up being: is he going to cut your face, or slit your throat? Or: Will he sexually assault you behind the building, or inside of it? Well, at least he isn't like some of the other demons, making his slaves walk around on all fours with a collar around their neck. If I had to choose between Ghirahim and Demise, I'd ultimately choose Ghirahim, because I can only imagine what kind of hell Demise would put me through. I already know that Ghirahim gives me bigger portions (even though they're still small) than he should when dinner is served. He gives me more water than he should, as well. I've grasped that he treats me better than he does most, but nonetheless I'm still starved and thirsty. He feeds me just enough to keep the meat on my body looking alive and somewhat well. I've gotten thinner, but he's made sure that I've slimmed down some. He's ensured that I've become weaker, too. That way, he can overpower me easier. He still likes a fight, but he's guaranteed to win with how fragile I've gotten. He likes being unbeatable, especially if it involves taking me down. I was once the one person that he was a bit… careful, about challenging. Now all he simply has to do is tease me if he wants me to flinch and be afraid. I have nothing to defend myself with besides my words, and even those won't work. I know that if I say the wrong thing, I could be wasted and then discarded to somewhere useless. But I could still fix this, couldn't I?
For now, I'm a victim of slavery, and if it stays that way much longer, I have no idea as to what could happen next.
This is the beginning of something VERY disturbing. I just know it is. R&R PLZ!
-Hollow