WARNING this story contains dark content such as rape, abuse, torture, and naughty words. GhiraLink later Sheik/ZeldaLink.

This is the beginning, I will be doing lots of flashbacks and stuff so please let me know if it gets confusing. I really am not necessarily a writer, this is based off a comic I am working on. So please be kind towards my horrible spelling and grammar, though feel free to tell me if something is really wrong! I'ma post some art and a link to the comic once I have a few pages finished! This is mostly about Link dealing with the traumatic effects of being Ghirahim's sex slave, so it's not romanticizing rape or one of those stupid stockholm syndrome stories when the victim falls in love with the rapist bla bla bla. Nope. That being said, Ghirahim is not just going to be a one dimensional character who does nothing but torture and rape. I like him after all, he's so funny!

Also, this is based on skyward sword, but Ima have to change some things. Nothing crazy, but like obviously sheik isn't in skyward sword and stuff, sorry if that's annoying. I'll try to change as little as possible.

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It was the first time in a long time he woke up without pain being the first thing to greet him. It was rather unusual. Maybe he was just numb today? Sometimes that happens, so it wouldn't be surprising. Usually that only happened when he gets head trauma though. Did he get head trauma? He couldn't remember. He wanted to feel his head but was afraid that moving would bring the pain back, and he wanted to enjoy this new found painlessness. So he lay in his bed for a little while, thinking of nothing but how he wasn't feeling the need to cringe or shift. He didn't even want to go back to sleep, afraid of losing this temporary relief.

Come to think of it, he didn't just feel pain-free, but a lot better in general. He couldn't quite pinpoint it, but he felt an overall bliss like feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on. Healing potion? If it was one it was a damn strong one. But that couldn't be it, usually when he receives a potion it's one of those horribly annoying ones that make him hallucinate and stuff. Though usually hallucinations were a nice way of escaping reality, he didn't like feeling so out of control, and usually couldn't remember much.

His pondering was waking him up. This lack of pain was making him a bit anxious. Why would he be healed? Maybe he's not, he's just dying?

Unconsciously he opened his eyes, which were extremely heavy feeling and stuck together, and the bright light made it difficult to see. Why was it so bright in here? He closed his eyes again, it was too bright.

Link finally gave into curiosity and rolled on his side, a small groan leaving his lips as he did so. He felt a little stiff, but still a lingering bliss sensation was present throughout his whole body. He is either definitely dead or was given a really strong healing potion. He could feel drool on his chin and lifted his arm to wipe it away. As he did I snapped his eyes opened and eyed his wrist. No shackles? No cuffs? not even a wound. Just light scars. How unusual. He moaned again and stretched, enjoying his freedom in his limbs, not bothering to ponder too much as to why he had this privilege. No doubt it would be for some sick twisted reason, but he didn't care.

"Link," a voice from somewhere suddenly broke the quiet of his room. It wasn't the voice that startled him, rather that it didn't sound like the familiar one that wakes him. And his name being said, 'Link' was also odd.

He opened his eyes again and groggily peered around the room, seeking for the location of the voice, though mildly un-interested. Before he found its owner, however, he noticed the surroundings. Now this was different.

The room was a small, cabin like structure, with a small bed just a few feet away from his. Everything was colorful and different. He was not in his room. Why?

He glanced around some more before finally laying eyes on the figure sitting across the room from him. He blinked a few times to focus his eyes.

"Link," the figure said this time in a higher pitched voice, sounding rather anxious. Link just stared as the figure sat up and walked over to him, before hovering about a foot away from the end of the bed.

This person was not familiar. He had a small, toned physique, tight dark blue clothes Link had never seen before garbing him and many wrappings and odd cloth around his hands, waist, and a large scarf of the same material covering his head, leaving only his blond bangs, pointed ears and strange looking red eyes showing through. Well, this was also new.

Link simply stared at the stranger as it hovered in front of him, staring back as though he was expecting something. "How are you feeling?" it asked after a few awkward moments of gazing at each other.

Link didn't answer. He stared back for a few moments more before sighing and sitting up slowly. His body felt terribly heavy and stiff, and his head furiously throbbed at the movement. He ignored this, and took another moment to observe his surroundings further. A window with the bright sky shining through was to the left of his bed, to the right was the other small bed, and on the far end near where the stranger was sitting was a wooden door. It looked like a type of cabin room or a lodge. Everything was extremely vivid, despite Link's fuzzy eyes and foggy head. He turned back to the other man standing next to him, still staring. His red eyes lingered on him with an intense gaze.

"Who are you?" Link finally asked. His voice was cracked and raspy.

The other seemed to react to his question, shifting and pausing, before answering in a quiet voice. "I'm Sheik." he said kind of awkwardly, before asking again "How are you feeling, Link?"

Link eyed him, no emotion on his face. He pondered the name, seeking if it rang any bells, but it didn't.

The man, Sheik, paused for another moment, before realizing he wasn't getting an answer, before bending over and placing one of his slender hand wrapped in fabric to Link's forehead.

"You are a bit warm. Are you in pain?" the man asked before gently sitting on the edge of the bed.

Link shook his head in attempt to shoo the hand away from his face. It worked, and the hand recoiled. "No." Link replied.

"Are you sure?" Sheik asked. Link looked back uninterested in answering.

"What is this…" Link said, taking his eyes away from the man next to him and casting his eyes down. He noticed he was shirtless with bandages around his body.

Sheik paused, pondering the question. There was a moment of hesitation while the man thought to himself the best answer, while examining Link's state.

"I rescued you." He finally said. Link paused, before turning and looking back to the other. Link's expression was less than impressed. That was not the response Sheik was expecting; Link could tell by the quizative look in his somewhat creepy red eyes. Link simply stared at him, suspicion lining his features. He stared for a moment, before sighing and looking away.

That was really not the reaction Sheik was expecting. The masked man didn't say anything else, entirely unsure what to say next. Link just looked down at the blankets on the bed, his face empty of any emotion. Sheik shifted again.

"You must still be very tired." Sheik concluded. "Do you remember my rescuing you?"

Link looked back at the man, even more bored looking than before. However a hint of annoyance was making his way in his expression. He sighed irritatedly at the other's question, to Sheik's confusion.

"Just go away." He said uninterested, and turned his head away again. He let out a yawn and stretched, listening to his joints pop.

"Go away..?" Sheik questioned, entirely puzzled.

"I am tired of dreams like this." Link explained, annoyed. This was just another one of the many dreams he has had of escaping/being rescued. It explained his lack of pain too. These were the worst kinds of dreams. Offering him a moment of hope and relief before waking up and having to face the devastating truth that he was still imprisoned. How cruel of his mind to torture him when he already gets enough of that while he's awake. However it was usually someone he knew, or at least had seen before, attempting the rescue. Sometimes his friend Pipit, sometimes Fi, sometimes even Groose dramatically playing the rescuing hero. The worst however was when it was Zelda. Being tormented by seeing her face again and overwhelming joy thinking he was getting to see her again at last only made waking up all the more unbearable.

The other man hesitated again. "Uhm. This… this isn't a dream." He tried to explain, trying to work out Link's thought process. Link began to lay back down and groggily pulled the covers almost all the way over his head, not at all wanting to deal with this song and dance again. If he just ignored it maybe the dream would go away or he would wake up or something. He didn't care who this guy was going to explain himself to be; it didn't matter in the end.

"Link…" the man reached out, before stopping himself and pondered again. He didn't know what to say to the other's disbelief. He sighed, giving up on the matter for the moment, deciding it would be best for Link to rest now. His body was healing, but he was still terribly weak. The mysterious masked man stood up from the bed and walked to the other side of the room, back in the chair he was resting in before Link awoke. He watched as the other lay quietly in the bed, allowing him to go back to sleep. Sheik had to admit that Link's denial of the situation was a bit strange, but not entirely random, he supposed. Sheik knew what a torment dreams could be; dreaming and believing someone you love is back with you, only to awake to see that it's not the case. Link was probably still very out of it from the weak healing potions he had given him, so he supposed it wasn't that surprising. He was however very surprised Link didn't remember being rescued. Link was in terrible condition, but he was still alert through much of it.

He simply watched as the other faded into sleep, thinking of the best way to explain the situation to him once he awoke again.