Title: Don't Let Me Go
Author: Firediva0
Pairing: Godric Gryffindor x Salazar Slytherin
Rating: Mature
Summary: When the world seems to be a dark and lonely place, a man in shining red armor strides in on his horse, a vicious growl releasing itself from his lips. He doesn't hesitate to draw his sword and rip the nightmares to shreds. With the destruction, comes a promise. One that ignites hesitant hope within Salazar's heart.
AN: This is my new story, Don't Let Me Go. In this story, we will see my take on how Salazar Slytherin came to later be a founder. Do note; however, that this is an alternate reality. I'm going to be messing with the timelines a lot in order to show several sides to Salazar that most of us haven't seen. This story is estimated to be around 12-30 chapters and will be updated weekly. I hope you enjoy it! Now, let's begin. Also, as a note, I will be using modern swear words so we can all understand. Furthermore, I will try to be as historically accurate as I can, but I'm bound to have some inaccuracies.
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Chapter 1: Abandoned
Warnings: Whips, torture, collars, and Salazar's POV.
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It's cold, I think distantly. Leaning forward from my perch on the ground, I look up into the night sky.
The stars twinkle down at me, mocking me with their purity. They know that I can never be like them; know that, no matter what I try, I'll always be this dirty creature that I've somehow become.
Sighing in frustration, I look down, absently admiring the white puff of air that escapes me. It amuses me, in a way. Like everything in my life, it comes into my possession and then leaves. I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't lonely, but I've grown accustomed to it. No longer will I allow myself to be hurt by such trivial emotions.
A branch breaking sounds in the distance. Pausing, I bring my attention back to my surroundings. I hold my breath, my eyes moving wildly as I try to find the source of the noise.
Another branch sounds, this one to my right. Immediately, I struggle to get up, almost falling twice in my haste. When I'm finally standing up, I don't hesitate. I run, my breaths coming out faster and faster. Distantly, I can hear yelling.
They know.
I force myself to run faster, hoping and praying that my legs won't give out due to sheer exhaustion.
"Get him!" a man yells. His voice is familiar; too familiar. My heart pounds quickly in my chest and tears burn from behind my eyes, yet I keep running. I'm going off of sheer adrenaline, but I fear that even that won't be enough.
"He's trying to leave the town!" another man yells. I can't place his voice but the knowledge that he's with him of all people has panic surging through me.
In the distance, I can see two large wooden doors. They're my ticket to freedom. I just have to get to them; just have to survive until then and then I'll be free. I push myself to go just a little bit faster. At this point, my lungs are burning and my legs feel as if they're being set on fire, but I don't stop.
I can't stop.
I'm almost there. The doors are only about twelve feet in front of me. The men are still yelling behind me, their feet pounding against the pavement harshly, yet I'm still going.
I'm almost there…!
A triumphant grin stretches across my face, and I can feel the beginnings of euphoria make itself known in my stomach. Reaching out, I can almost taste the freedom.
Of course, that had to be the moment a man tackled me from the side.
"Oomph!" I groan. Together, we fall, our bodies hitting the ground roughly. I don't even get a second before the man is rolling on top of me, his hands poised around my throat threateningly. His brown eyes bore into my own, a glint of sheer delight contained within them.
"Found you," he purrs. At once, the triumph from before leaves me. I glare at him and reach up, about to claw at his face, but he tightens his grip around my throat. I throw my head back, fiery pain bolting throughout my body. I won't last long – especially, after all of the running I did.
Tears come to my eyes and falls down my cheeks. Even then, I still glare.
"Get off me," I wheeze. The man smirks, dark promise lingering within his eyes.
"Oh, the things I have in stored for you, precious," he says.
Well, isn't this just great?
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"You ran once," he says, looking at me with those wicked eyes of his. I stare back at him challengingly, daring him to tell me to stop. He doesn't.
"You will not run again."
A shocked laugh rips itself from my throat, and I stare at him in disbelief. Did he seriously think that I would let him continue to hurt me? He smiles, darkness practically oozing off of it, and reaches into his black breeches. He pulls out a collar. It's pitch black and has a red pendant on the bottom. It truly is a beautiful adornment, but it was not going anywhere near my body.
"Get that thing away from me," I snarl. He clicks his tongue in annoyance and shakes his head.
"Have you forgotten something, Salazar? I own you. If I want you to put on a collar, guess what? You're going to put on the damn collar," he tells me. I shake my head stubbornly and lean back, growling lowly when I hear the chains wrapped around my hands clink.
He simply shrugs and walks over to the wall. Several shelves hang there. They are all fully stocked with whips and other paddles. For a moment, fear races down my spine. I know why he has them; know that he's probably been waiting for this moment ever since he captured me.
I look at him, not even bothering to care that my face is expressing all of the things that I'm feeling. He smiles, delighted by my terror, and picks out a very familiar whip.
He turns towards me, his smile stretching into a smirk, and snaps it on his hand.
"Are you ready to play with me again, Salazar?" he asks. I stare at him and shake my head. "In that case, all you have to do is wear my collar. Will you wear it, pet?"
He looks at me, his gaze expectant, and it ignites rage within me. I won't submit. Not to him of all people. I won't allow that to happen.
Shaking my head, I gulp when I see his eyes glint in excitement. He wanted me to say that. Almost lovingly, he caresses the whip in his hand and shakes his head in mock disappointment.
"Oh, sweetie," he coos. "I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice."
Vindictively, he rapidly moves his hand toward me, a breathless gasp of desire escaping his lips as the whip connects with my chest.
I scream, fire seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere at the very same time. Blood is slowly oozing from the long wound that now takes residence on my torso and my head is thrown back in pain.
From the glint in his eye, I know that this is simply the beginning. That fact scares me more than I'd like to admit.
He continues his beating and the sound of the whip sailing throughout the air assaults my senses. Wound after bloody wound is inflicted on me and eventually my voice is simply too hoarse to continue screaming.
He doesn't stop until he's extracted every last scream out of me. I'm panting, my breaths coming out in little white puffs. My vision is going black from blood loss, but I know that he will take care of me. He will fix this. Of this, I am sure. I am far too precious to the Noble to die.
Just like I predicted, I'm brought into warm and muscular arms. Gently, he cleans my wounds. Honestly, I don't know why he's so gentle in my aftercare but is sadistic enough to cause me tremendous pain. Well, it doesn't really matter. I don't plan on staying here long enough to find out.
Closing my eyes, I allow myself to fall asleep, uncaring of my vulnerable state. He won't hurt me now; he only does that when I'm conscious enough to feel the pain.
Heh, how nice of the sadistic bastard.
AN: There you go! The very first chapter of Don't Let Go. I hope you all enjoyed it. The next chapter will be out next week. As always, would you be so kind as to leave a review? I'd love to know what you all think of this universe. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated as well. If you have any questions, please let me know, and I'll answer them either in a review or at the bottom of the next installment.
Have a nice week!
~Fire