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The Scar
Chapter One -
The Master.
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They rammed her up against the wall with such force, her body should have been shattered into pieces.
There were five men.
All dressed in pitch black and crimson blood.
Two of the men where the ones that rammed her against the wall.
And the other two, where standing guard at the door. Arms crossed at the chest.
The faces of these men, where covered by a deep blue cloth, to shield their faces.
Finally, one man walked through the doors.
Completing the group of men.
He was taller, and dressed differently from the rest.
He wore green slick, yet baggy fitting pants. And a light brown loose shirt.
His face, not being covered, was stunningly handsome.
He had lighted amber eyes. And short, spiked black hair.
So black, it was tinted naturally in light as a faint blue.
His lips held a small smile or smirk.
You wouldn't be able to decipher what he was thinking, smiling or smirking.
He stopped in the door way.
Also one main feature that seperated him from the rest of the men..
Was the long, cat's tail whip he held in his left hand.
And a sharp dagger in the right.
"Well boys, what do we have here?", the leader asked.
The door closed with a loud thud. Making the girl wince at the sound.
The large man on the right of the girl decided to answer first, "This is the captive, Master."
"It is isn't it?", The master replied.
The girl breathed in deeply, slowly, and painfully.
The master walked up to the woman in a confident pace.
"Ah, Bulma we meet again..", He said to her fairly low.
He used one hand and touched the long, curly blue hair.
He twirled the piece of hair around his finger, absent mindlessly.
Until, she turned to her to the side from her position and snapped, "How unfortunate."
The master immediately pulled his hand away from the blue, curl tresse.
He laughed, "You believe so? So.. tell me, why are you here? Expecting a visit from me? What did you do this time.?"
"I tried to get away from you.", she told him plainly.
"Bulma, stop with the jokes."
"She tried to escape, master.", The man guarding her on the right informed him.
"Ah..Now I see.", he replied.
"Why did you want to escape?", the master asked, Bulma.
"Like I said before, ..because of you!", she spoke softly.
The master walked a step closer to her and whispered in her ear, "But didn't you like what we used to do..?"
The girl he called Bulma, got into a fit of anger.
She struggled to get away from the stronghold of hands that kept her from killing the Master.
The Master laughed.
"You should get punished shouldn't you?"
Bulma stopped struggling and breathed heavily.
"Good. Now what do you think boys?", He asked the guards.
The plumped guard on the left of her spoke, "Yea! Master, you should get her..good!"
"Well then, Get her ready!", The master replied and took a few steps back.
The men enclosed her and ripped her skirt off of her.
They placed her facing and against the wall.
Her legs were spread apart, and her arms were up above her hanging from chained shakles.
Her back was exposed, and her breast and stomach hurt from being pressed againt the cold wall so firmly.
Suddenly with such force, the whip snapped against her soft, pearl skin.
Immediately blood poured through.
It tore up her skin, in such a grusome way.
Whip after whip.
Blow after blow.
Reopening wounds.
At first, she would wince in pain.
But she didn't scream.
At first, her tears would pour out of her soft blue eyes.
But now there was no tears left and all that was left was dried tears stuck plastered against her skin.
Now, it hurt so much, she hardly felt it anymore.
It seemed to last forever.
With each blow, the Master would whip her even harder.
'Oh..great and wonderful Kami. Kami who owns the sky, the heavens, the earth. Please grant my wish and send my soul to rest with you.', she prayed.
The blows increased and soon the pain subsided and she fell unconcious.
When the master, saw the body go limp, he thought he had killed her.
He motioned his hand to her and soon a guard came and placed a strong, scent of salt under her nose.
She groggily awoken.
She glanced around the room and it seemed to be spinning.
"Heaven?", she muttered.
She turned her head around as much as she could and her eyes focused on him.
The master.
"No..", she pleaded.
The master smirked, "Pisty, such a pity. Too bad you didn't die. It would have been easier on you."
She didn't say anything, although in reality she knew he was right.
Anything was better than this and was up to come.
She moved her arm, just a slight.
And a spring of pain exploded through her small body.
Her back was literally exposed to muscle and tissue.
Blood swept down from her back and to her light green pants.
He walked up to the baddly beaten woman, and told her, "I'm not done just yet, beautiful"
Before she could even say or think, he took out his dagger and engraved something onto her back.
She didn't want to, but this really was pain.
She screamed all her might out.
After a moment's later, he was done.
The skin was was left was tore, or extremely pink from the carving.
She heard the sound of the boots walk to the other side of the room.
She heard him say to the four men, "Do what you want with her."
Then the door opened and the footsteps silenced.
One man came up to her, and tore her light green pants off.
As well as the only undergarment she had left.
"No..! No! Please..!", she pleaded softly.
She heard the man unzip his pants and without any warning he intruded into her.
She tried to fight him off, but she had no energy left.
Man after man, they pumped into her.
They all used to her to their satisfaction and left her their.
She had felt only three of the men though.
Finally the fourth man came and she whimpered.
"No..don't worry. I'm not perverted as they.", he told her simply.
He loosened the chain and she fell into his arms, again unconcious.
"Poor girl. She didn't deserve this.."
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Discliamer: Don't Own, Too bad huh?
The Scar
Chapter One -
The Master.
___________________________________________________
They rammed her up against the wall with such force, her body should have been shattered into pieces.
There were five men.
All dressed in pitch black and crimson blood.
Two of the men where the ones that rammed her against the wall.
And the other two, where standing guard at the door. Arms crossed at the chest.
The faces of these men, where covered by a deep blue cloth, to shield their faces.
Finally, one man walked through the doors.
Completing the group of men.
He was taller, and dressed differently from the rest.
He wore green slick, yet baggy fitting pants. And a light brown loose shirt.
His face, not being covered, was stunningly handsome.
He had lighted amber eyes. And short, spiked black hair.
So black, it was tinted naturally in light as a faint blue.
His lips held a small smile or smirk.
You wouldn't be able to decipher what he was thinking, smiling or smirking.
He stopped in the door way.
Also one main feature that seperated him from the rest of the men..
Was the long, cat's tail whip he held in his left hand.
And a sharp dagger in the right.
"Well boys, what do we have here?", the leader asked.
The door closed with a loud thud. Making the girl wince at the sound.
The large man on the right of the girl decided to answer first, "This is the captive, Master."
"It is isn't it?", The master replied.
The girl breathed in deeply, slowly, and painfully.
The master walked up to the woman in a confident pace.
"Ah, Bulma we meet again..", He said to her fairly low.
He used one hand and touched the long, curly blue hair.
He twirled the piece of hair around his finger, absent mindlessly.
Until, she turned to her to the side from her position and snapped, "How unfortunate."
The master immediately pulled his hand away from the blue, curl tresse.
He laughed, "You believe so? So.. tell me, why are you here? Expecting a visit from me? What did you do this time.?"
"I tried to get away from you.", she told him plainly.
"Bulma, stop with the jokes."
"She tried to escape, master.", The man guarding her on the right informed him.
"Ah..Now I see.", he replied.
"Why did you want to escape?", the master asked, Bulma.
"Like I said before, ..because of you!", she spoke softly.
The master walked a step closer to her and whispered in her ear, "But didn't you like what we used to do..?"
The girl he called Bulma, got into a fit of anger.
She struggled to get away from the stronghold of hands that kept her from killing the Master.
The Master laughed.
"You should get punished shouldn't you?"
Bulma stopped struggling and breathed heavily.
"Good. Now what do you think boys?", He asked the guards.
The plumped guard on the left of her spoke, "Yea! Master, you should get her..good!"
"Well then, Get her ready!", The master replied and took a few steps back.
The men enclosed her and ripped her skirt off of her.
They placed her facing and against the wall.
Her legs were spread apart, and her arms were up above her hanging from chained shakles.
Her back was exposed, and her breast and stomach hurt from being pressed againt the cold wall so firmly.
Suddenly with such force, the whip snapped against her soft, pearl skin.
Immediately blood poured through.
It tore up her skin, in such a grusome way.
Whip after whip.
Blow after blow.
Reopening wounds.
At first, she would wince in pain.
But she didn't scream.
At first, her tears would pour out of her soft blue eyes.
But now there was no tears left and all that was left was dried tears stuck plastered against her skin.
Now, it hurt so much, she hardly felt it anymore.
It seemed to last forever.
With each blow, the Master would whip her even harder.
'Oh..great and wonderful Kami. Kami who owns the sky, the heavens, the earth. Please grant my wish and send my soul to rest with you.', she prayed.
The blows increased and soon the pain subsided and she fell unconcious.
When the master, saw the body go limp, he thought he had killed her.
He motioned his hand to her and soon a guard came and placed a strong, scent of salt under her nose.
She groggily awoken.
She glanced around the room and it seemed to be spinning.
"Heaven?", she muttered.
She turned her head around as much as she could and her eyes focused on him.
The master.
"No..", she pleaded.
The master smirked, "Pisty, such a pity. Too bad you didn't die. It would have been easier on you."
She didn't say anything, although in reality she knew he was right.
Anything was better than this and was up to come.
She moved her arm, just a slight.
And a spring of pain exploded through her small body.
Her back was literally exposed to muscle and tissue.
Blood swept down from her back and to her light green pants.
He walked up to the baddly beaten woman, and told her, "I'm not done just yet, beautiful"
Before she could even say or think, he took out his dagger and engraved something onto her back.
She didn't want to, but this really was pain.
She screamed all her might out.
After a moment's later, he was done.
The skin was was left was tore, or extremely pink from the carving.
She heard the sound of the boots walk to the other side of the room.
She heard him say to the four men, "Do what you want with her."
Then the door opened and the footsteps silenced.
One man came up to her, and tore her light green pants off.
As well as the only undergarment she had left.
"No..! No! Please..!", she pleaded softly.
She heard the man unzip his pants and without any warning he intruded into her.
She tried to fight him off, but she had no energy left.
Man after man, they pumped into her.
They all used to her to their satisfaction and left her their.
She had felt only three of the men though.
Finally the fourth man came and she whimpered.
"No..don't worry. I'm not perverted as they.", he told her simply.
He loosened the chain and she fell into his arms, again unconcious.
"Poor girl. She didn't deserve this.."
_____________________________________
Well that's it! Please, please, please, please...Review!
Thanks and wait for the next chapter soon!
And e-mail me! I love e-mail! ^^'
Goddess Of Suffering
