Hey everyone. This is my first ever Yu-Gi-Oh fanfiction. So, I hope it lives up to everyone's expectations.
Disclaimer:: I DO NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Chapter Warnings:: This chapter has a VERY small lime.
I am numb.
I am numb because I do not feel the man thrusting into me. I don't feel him reach his climax/ I do not feel him release into me. I squeeze my eyes shut, my hands clenching the dingy white sheets of the motel bed. I let out a silent hiss. It hurts; he's too rough. He's rough like the others.
P-please…..stop…...let this end already.
The man collapses next to me, panting and sweating. He grins a drunken grin at the ceiling before climbing out of bed, pulling on his discarded clothes. I cower into the bed, pulling the dirty sheets up on my slim hips, watching him with no emotion. I feel violated and dirty, my body covered in sweat and semen. I should be used to this by now.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out the money and tosses it onto my lap. Before leaving the room, he smirks, reaching out and running a hand down my sweat-drenched neck.
"I will be back for more, love," he breathes. The stench of alcohol radiates off of him like cologne. This makes me flinch in disgust, not fear. This man doesn't scare me.
None of them do anymore.
I watch as he stumbles out of the door, slamming it behind him, leaving me alone in the run-down motel room. I let out a shaky sigh, laying myself down on the bed, staring blankly at the wall as I clutch the pillow to my bare chest.
I am a toy.
I burrow into the bed more, trying to get comfortable. I know the pain will come in the morning, burning and throbbing and weak legs. I know that. I'm used to it, though.
I am broken.
Tomorrow I have to go back to my corner. I don't want to loose any business since I'm already broke. I can't risk loosing anymore money. My body is thin. But, I have nothing to fill my aching stomach with. Black and blue cover my body. Why do those men have to be so rough? Oh well, not that it matters; I'm already too broken for them to brake me anymore.
My eyes droop, begging to rest. I let them slide closed. At least I'll get one good night of good sleep. Hopefully.
I am Ryou Bakura. I am currently 17 years old. I work on the streets, selling my body to men for money.
...I am broken. I am numb. I am a toy... And I need help.
So, how was it? Was it horrible? And please be honest. I know the ending is a bit...eh-ish, but this is only the prologue, so it shall improve, I promise:)
Much Love!
(P.S I just remembered my password to this account...after all these years. Needless to say, I am most probably going to continue this fic. We shall see.)