Beloved Cruelty
Chapter: 1 (Meetings and Changes) By: Krysis
You could hear the clattering of fences of the cage, as fists collided into metal and flesh. You could hear the crowed cheer as they gestured their tickets in the air. You could see the flashes of the dim light as men hollered and woman clung to there men, as some cheered and some booed. Blood tainted the white walls of the small rectangle walls of the fighting arena.
It was called the pit' to others death row'. It was low to the ground, as it formed a perfect rectangle. The walls were placed with hard concrete walls that were tall and boxed around the rectangle. Gates arose on both ends of the walls holding the audience to a safe distance as they watched the fighters match up.
It was illegal and a high dollar pay. No one really bothered to stop it, even the cops came down to do dirty betting. A lot of fighting went around, and a lot of rape, missing, slaves went on in the trade. It was more then just a simple location in an underground spot.
It was the place on where the strong went, and where the strong were there to survive. You fight and you fight tell the death. Rules changed now and again and clean fights were held but even then they were respected fighters. If you were to lose then you were shun upon.
If you bets were few then you wouldn't be allowed to fight. A lot of new fighters came, and a lot of well-known fighters stated their high ranks. It all depended on the night, the time, and the place. Sure the people mattered but only to some extent.
There stood a girl, her tall figure framed to the caged wall, her fingers intertwining with the metal cage. She watched bellow as the announcements were being made. She had a thousand things running through her head at that time. The dim lights flickering above her head, as her blue a lock twisted into it's illuminated lights. For newer people the lights would cause you a slight rush, a daze almost but she had been hear so long and was use to it from a young age.
She looked to the stands as she took notice to her father placing his bid. Her blue orbs shut tightly she could feel a tear begin to from as she shook it away, she was wearing a tight black skirt, with a nice black thin dress coat that clung to her every curve. Under that she had a white spaghetti strapped shirt. You couldn't even tell she looked the age she was.
She looked more in her 20's then her real age. Which were sixteen at the time. She could watch as the to fighters dueled it out as the shorter man began to pulverize the other man. She felt her fingers grasp tighter as she watched the taller man fall to the ground with a thud. She could see the blood spew from his mouth as 2 men rushed out.
Two quick figures tapped the man's neck as the man shook his head to the man close by. The young girl could feel her body shake in shock as the short man let an evil smirk slip to his face. She could see his wraps covered in blood, his tanned skin all but dripping with sweat. She could see his muscles flinch under the lights as she looked back.
She could see her father glance her a worried look as his laughs soon cut off. He shook his head as he pointed to the men close by to bring her to him. The first thing that had hit her in her mind was 'run' and that was what she did, she had knee high white socks on with tall high heals which made it hard to run but she gathered all her will power and sprinted.
She made it so close to the door before the arm grabbed her. She wasn't just grabbed she was ripped from her spot and tossed to the floor. Her father' or I should say her step father stood over her with the same smirk the man down there held.
"Yamcha lost! My own fighter lost. I'm sorry Bulma dear but a deal is deal you have been bided on for quite the high price you are now not my daughter your a whore like all the rest. Enjoy.oh and do have fun?"
She tried to speak back before one of her Fathers' guards knocked her out, as blackness took over her. Her lips faltered slightly as the dim lights showed her rising and falling of her breathing as her mind was black and dark.
The guard launched her over his shoulders as he had the other guard open up the caged door to hell' as she called it as the man took her down the long steep steps that lead into the locker room of the fighters. She couldn't come back to her senses he had knocked her out quite good.
"Radditz here's is the girl! Freiza sends his regards. A deal is a deal." He tossed the limp woman into his arms as he looked at the other Elite fighters of their group. High classed and high ranked. They were starting to gain respect of the bidders but they weren't under contract like Freiza's other fighters.
"Tell Frieza not to be so wasteful with such merchandise next time or he could lose his whole whore house to us." And evil chuckled came from the shadows, it was the fighter from the arena. He was swiping of his blood- drenched wraps as he looked at the terrified guard.
"She's his step daughter, took her in after he stole her mother from some scientist. Not one of his owned. Oh and just between you and me she just turned of age as of last week go easy on her!" He smiled a fake smiled trying to lighten up the man's fowl mood.
"I go easy on no one, even if it is a woman!" all the men in the group laughed half heartedly and then they continued packing." They were getting ready for there leave as they all new the fight was going to be who would be able to take her home with them.
It was when almost all the men had packed did the woman start to stir, her blue orbs flashed into a daze as she looked around her. Fear striking her, as she would shiver slightly. She curled herself up into a ball from the bench she had been placed on.
Her eyes held so much worry, so much betrayal. It was then the shorter man walked over his pack flung over his broad shoulders as he gave a glance at her. He had to admit she looked very well older then 16 then again a lot felt the same about him. He looked more in his late 20's then his actual age of 19 but he had had a harsh childhood.
She looked up at him, her fast smudged with a light trail of dirt from being knocked out onto the cold floor above. She examined him closer up as she was more then just afraid of him but was terrified at how evil the lights played on him. His tall aflame hair, spiked and with jet-black and his eyes those dark onyx eyes that held nothing-just emptiness like black space.
"You ready?"
She didn't reply she just stood up with a heavy sigh as she looked to the ground looking as fair as she could from his eyes. She glanced the area bellow, she had seen this place a lot as well when her mother took her to go she her father' she hated saying that but he had been more then a father then her real one had. She had been taken away at a young age though.
But that's a whole different story.even then the world was changing with there new' leader and even that she didn't take notices to the men that were her new 'owners in a sense that they were more then just a simple alien. She would soon learn what a 'Saiyan was all about.
Comments: So.how do you feel about this story? I ask that you Review and spite how much I hate flames, they benefit any true writer. I want your feedback so don't hold back how you feel. Yes sorry for the grammar ahead but that's something I have been trying at for years. But like I said tell me what YOU think just don't go to the extent of saying something drastic because that doesn't benefit it only hurts! Be nice! Lol
-Krysis
Chapter: 1 (Meetings and Changes) By: Krysis
You could hear the clattering of fences of the cage, as fists collided into metal and flesh. You could hear the crowed cheer as they gestured their tickets in the air. You could see the flashes of the dim light as men hollered and woman clung to there men, as some cheered and some booed. Blood tainted the white walls of the small rectangle walls of the fighting arena.
It was called the pit' to others death row'. It was low to the ground, as it formed a perfect rectangle. The walls were placed with hard concrete walls that were tall and boxed around the rectangle. Gates arose on both ends of the walls holding the audience to a safe distance as they watched the fighters match up.
It was illegal and a high dollar pay. No one really bothered to stop it, even the cops came down to do dirty betting. A lot of fighting went around, and a lot of rape, missing, slaves went on in the trade. It was more then just a simple location in an underground spot.
It was the place on where the strong went, and where the strong were there to survive. You fight and you fight tell the death. Rules changed now and again and clean fights were held but even then they were respected fighters. If you were to lose then you were shun upon.
If you bets were few then you wouldn't be allowed to fight. A lot of new fighters came, and a lot of well-known fighters stated their high ranks. It all depended on the night, the time, and the place. Sure the people mattered but only to some extent.
There stood a girl, her tall figure framed to the caged wall, her fingers intertwining with the metal cage. She watched bellow as the announcements were being made. She had a thousand things running through her head at that time. The dim lights flickering above her head, as her blue a lock twisted into it's illuminated lights. For newer people the lights would cause you a slight rush, a daze almost but she had been hear so long and was use to it from a young age.
She looked to the stands as she took notice to her father placing his bid. Her blue orbs shut tightly she could feel a tear begin to from as she shook it away, she was wearing a tight black skirt, with a nice black thin dress coat that clung to her every curve. Under that she had a white spaghetti strapped shirt. You couldn't even tell she looked the age she was.
She looked more in her 20's then her real age. Which were sixteen at the time. She could watch as the to fighters dueled it out as the shorter man began to pulverize the other man. She felt her fingers grasp tighter as she watched the taller man fall to the ground with a thud. She could see the blood spew from his mouth as 2 men rushed out.
Two quick figures tapped the man's neck as the man shook his head to the man close by. The young girl could feel her body shake in shock as the short man let an evil smirk slip to his face. She could see his wraps covered in blood, his tanned skin all but dripping with sweat. She could see his muscles flinch under the lights as she looked back.
She could see her father glance her a worried look as his laughs soon cut off. He shook his head as he pointed to the men close by to bring her to him. The first thing that had hit her in her mind was 'run' and that was what she did, she had knee high white socks on with tall high heals which made it hard to run but she gathered all her will power and sprinted.
She made it so close to the door before the arm grabbed her. She wasn't just grabbed she was ripped from her spot and tossed to the floor. Her father' or I should say her step father stood over her with the same smirk the man down there held.
"Yamcha lost! My own fighter lost. I'm sorry Bulma dear but a deal is deal you have been bided on for quite the high price you are now not my daughter your a whore like all the rest. Enjoy.oh and do have fun?"
She tried to speak back before one of her Fathers' guards knocked her out, as blackness took over her. Her lips faltered slightly as the dim lights showed her rising and falling of her breathing as her mind was black and dark.
The guard launched her over his shoulders as he had the other guard open up the caged door to hell' as she called it as the man took her down the long steep steps that lead into the locker room of the fighters. She couldn't come back to her senses he had knocked her out quite good.
"Radditz here's is the girl! Freiza sends his regards. A deal is a deal." He tossed the limp woman into his arms as he looked at the other Elite fighters of their group. High classed and high ranked. They were starting to gain respect of the bidders but they weren't under contract like Freiza's other fighters.
"Tell Frieza not to be so wasteful with such merchandise next time or he could lose his whole whore house to us." And evil chuckled came from the shadows, it was the fighter from the arena. He was swiping of his blood- drenched wraps as he looked at the terrified guard.
"She's his step daughter, took her in after he stole her mother from some scientist. Not one of his owned. Oh and just between you and me she just turned of age as of last week go easy on her!" He smiled a fake smiled trying to lighten up the man's fowl mood.
"I go easy on no one, even if it is a woman!" all the men in the group laughed half heartedly and then they continued packing." They were getting ready for there leave as they all new the fight was going to be who would be able to take her home with them.
It was when almost all the men had packed did the woman start to stir, her blue orbs flashed into a daze as she looked around her. Fear striking her, as she would shiver slightly. She curled herself up into a ball from the bench she had been placed on.
Her eyes held so much worry, so much betrayal. It was then the shorter man walked over his pack flung over his broad shoulders as he gave a glance at her. He had to admit she looked very well older then 16 then again a lot felt the same about him. He looked more in his late 20's then his actual age of 19 but he had had a harsh childhood.
She looked up at him, her fast smudged with a light trail of dirt from being knocked out onto the cold floor above. She examined him closer up as she was more then just afraid of him but was terrified at how evil the lights played on him. His tall aflame hair, spiked and with jet-black and his eyes those dark onyx eyes that held nothing-just emptiness like black space.
"You ready?"
She didn't reply she just stood up with a heavy sigh as she looked to the ground looking as fair as she could from his eyes. She glanced the area bellow, she had seen this place a lot as well when her mother took her to go she her father' she hated saying that but he had been more then a father then her real one had. She had been taken away at a young age though.
But that's a whole different story.even then the world was changing with there new' leader and even that she didn't take notices to the men that were her new 'owners in a sense that they were more then just a simple alien. She would soon learn what a 'Saiyan was all about.
Comments: So.how do you feel about this story? I ask that you Review and spite how much I hate flames, they benefit any true writer. I want your feedback so don't hold back how you feel. Yes sorry for the grammar ahead but that's something I have been trying at for years. But like I said tell me what YOU think just don't go to the extent of saying something drastic because that doesn't benefit it only hurts! Be nice! Lol
-Krysis