Ahh thank you guys for all of the reviews! I love reading them, it makes my day.

Gonna keep the rating at a T, actually. I've decided the fic will remain at a twoshot, as I don't have the time right now to keep up with another series. Even so, thank you guys for all your love!

Same triggers apply, this time with some guro. Review replies for the last chapter at the end of this one, and reviews for this chapter will be answered through PM!


He lay with his back pressed firmly against the cold stone wall, the only sound in the small cell his laboured breathing. Add clutched his shoulder desperately, the gaping wound wide and bloodstained. Specks of red rained down his torn tunic as his thin body shook with each gaping breath, struggling to survive.

After they had finished with him—and bucked up their belts—the men that had tormented him so had picked him up and thrown him into the 'dungeon': a gloomy, chilly place that Add was frequently locked into if he had been bad. Usually, the slave did not mind being stuck. In the dungeon, he was left alone—which meant no more pain, no more insults and random abuse. In the dungeon he could scrape the shattered pieces of his sanity off the walls and claw at his own face until he was able to regain his composure—yet with each beating, he felt himself began to slip.

There was only so much pain one could endure before he began to wish it upon others. And he did want to hurt his masters, he really did. He wanted to rip out their organs and watch them scream and have them on their knees, make them beg for forgiveness. The thought created a warming sense in the pit of his belly, helping keep the chill from the wet walls from his bones. He imagined marching into his master's grand house, strong and able, and stabbing the man over and over again until he was nothing more than a piece of rotten meat.

And so these thoughts sustained him when his stomach was empty, when his tongue was a swollen monstrosity in his throat. His breathing was laboured, heavy restricted by the iron collar that clamped so tightly around his slender neck that swallowing pained him. Add would have cried if he had any tears left in his broken, bruised body, but empathy had been forcefully removed from him a very long time ago.

Briefly, he thought of escape. If he ran now, could he go back to Elsword and Ara and all of their friends? If he dared to break the chain and rush through the ominous forest, could he truly find freedom?

His thoughts are interrupted when footsteps slice through the silent air, filling Add with a sense of dread. No, no, they couldn't be coming back now, he hasn't even stopped bleeding...

Yet, it was so. The men swarmed into the musty room, glaring at him with sharp eyes like the cold glimmer of a snake. Add could only let out a small noise, a choked sob at the back of his throat as someone grabbed him by the wrists and slammed him to the ground, leaving his ears ringing and his head spinning. He thinks he hears himself cry out, but the entire scene seems all too distant as a boot slams into his side, breaking his cracked ribs. Tears streak down his face—he is past dignity, past honour and pride—as he begs, begs for them to stop hurting him because there's only so much he can take—

His desperate whimpers only seem to urge the men on, cruel smirks etched onto their faces as they let out guffaws created from seeing the slave's terror.

Sadists, he thinks. You call yourself worthy men of the village, yet deep down you are all filthy sadists.

He risks a glance up at the men abusing him, eyes filled with burning hatred. His momentary act of rebellion is met with a firm hand in his hair, tugging him forcibly up.

"You think you're something?" Hot, heavy breathing stinking of beer. Add wants to cry—he knows what usually follows something like this. Keeping quiet, he squeezes his eyes closed as the hand in his hair gives him a rough shake, one that makes his frail bones tremble.

"I'll show you something," the man speaking smirks, just as he slams Add down and hovers over the slave's thin, shaking body.

If I call, will anyone hear me?

The roars of laughter from the men in the dungeon accompany him even to his dreams. His nightmares are laced with poison, haunted by secrets echoed through the sickening slap of skin against skin.

Why was I born? I want to die.

He can physically feel himself slipping. He's reached the breaking point, reached an entire new level of hurt that cannot be compressed by his broken brain. His memories are nothing but abuse and rape and—

He has a fragment. He has a small shard of peace, of one night spent with a blanket over his body. Of a boy with burning crimson hair, the first man that never hurt him in any which way. Of a girl with soft, pretty orange eyes, worry etched clear in her golden orbs.

He lets out a strangled sob as the man pushes inwards all too roughly, aided by the calls of his coworkers.

Those few hours seemed too good to be true.

Add closes his eyes, and allows himself to imagine a future where he ran away successfully, where he met up with his teammates and went on adventures happily. He allows himself to think of another alternate route, of his parents surviving and perhaps another sibling—he would really like a little sister—for him to raise and laugh and—

A wretched scream is ripped out of his throat. No, stop, I'm going—I'm going to break into pieces, it's too big it won't fit just please—please—

And finally, he is greeted with blissful silence. I'm dying, he tells himself as if it's just an everyday fact. I'm going to die, but that's okay.

It was a wasted life anyways.


/bows/ I hope I didn't scare off any readers. Anyway, how was that? C: If you enjoyed it, do review, please and thank you. If you were horrified, my greatest apologies.

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