Because of the recent flurry of deletion by the mods, I have decided to remove all of my explicit stories before they can be deleted. Because several people have faved this story, you can still read Blood in it's entirety over on my dw, bat-hawk. dreamwidth. org [slash] 2182. html, no spaces. The (very short) non-explicit beginning portion of the story follows. Thank you for reading, and I'm sorry for any confusion.
Title: Blood
Word Count: 961
Pairings/Characters: Ganon/Link
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rape/non-con, gore, sadism, torture, memory loss. If you see anything else, let me know and I'll add it ASAP.
Summary: Link wakes up in a dark room, beaten within an inch of his life, tied in place, and with gaping holes in his memory. Things only get worse from there.
A/N: So, this is a messed up little piece. Please read the warnings before you read the fic. Written quite a while ago for a prompt on the now defunct LoZ kink meme, which can be found here: crack-rack. livejournal. com [slash] 8806. html? thread=290918#t290918
This is an incomplete version of the story. Please read the author's notes in italics above.
My head hurt like Satan was having a party inside it, it was dark as the aforementioned fellow's heart, and my back felt as if the above had lit a fire on it before entering my head. Additionally, I was tied into a very compromising position with ropes that were entirely too tight, and I had no idea in hell how I got here. I credit the last to severe head trauma, which idea was reinforced by blood constantly leaking into my eyes as I feebly pulled at the ropes, which revealed that it hurt like the seventh ring of hell to move just about every muscle in my body, and took all of the skin off of my wrists and elbows and ankles and knees and wherever the fuck else I was tied
And that was before Ganon walked into the room.
A door I didn't know existed opened, flooding light into the room and crucifying my eyes. I squeezed my eyes tight shut and hissed, which was the loudest noise I was capable of making at the time.
"How are you feeling today, Link?" A massive man in the doorway chuckled.
"The fuck is Link?" I moaned painfully, trying to get my head to turn away from the light.
"Really?" The man sounded delighted. "That head injury is as bad as it looks, then." He began to light the previously invisible candelabras around me.
"No light, no light," I begged, again tugging at the ropes, which were already slick with my blood.
"Relax, Link, you'll get used to it. Eventually." The man smirked widely.
I shut my eyes and tried futilely to separate my mind from my throbbing body. The first of an uncountable number of times I would try, and fail, to do so.
I heard the rustle of clothing and the thud of armor hitting the ground, and even my scattered mind could guess at what was coming next.
The man knelt behind me between my legs, and he stroked huge hands over the broken skin on my back and sides. I gasped and flinched painfully, again yanking ineffectively against the ropes in mockery of an escape attempt.
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