Wonderland Fallout
Tseng's POV
Heavy.
My arms and legs felt heavy.
I awoke to the feeling of my head being banged against metal. I grunted at the pain and gritted my teeth. My body was aching and I felt sore all over. I opened my eyes slightly and encountered nothing but darkness. It was pitch black. I was disoriented and dizzy, and I couldn't keep my head from lolling back and forth.
Where the hell was I?
I tried to regulate my breathing and calm down. I took deep breaths and exhaled accordingly. Once I was calm enough, I glanced around the darkness. I didn't know where I was, only that I was moving. I knew that I was in the back of a truck or something. There was no light being emitted anywhere. I tried to move but quickly realized that I couldn't. My arms and legs were chained to either the wall of the truck, or a heavy weight. Whatever it was, it prevented me from moving far.
I scowled in annoyance and pulled at my chains. They didn't budge. I relaxed back against the metal wall and sighed. Then I heard it; the faint sound of someone breathing. I was instantly on alert. My keen ears picked up on what direction the soft pants were coming from. I stared in the direction of the left corner.
"Who is there?" I said quietly, yet assertive. When I didn't get a response, I repeated my question a little harsher.
"Uh?" Came a soft startled voice. I heard the rattle of their chains and assumed they were in the same position I was.
"Who are you?" I asked, trying to soften my tone.
"I'm…Jiao." he said lowly. "I'm from Wutai. And you?"
"I'm Tseng." I said plainly. My name specified my country of origin and I didn't feel the need to clarify. I shifted a bit, and placed my chained hands in my lap. I had no idea where I was, or how I had gotten here. The last thing I could recall was...
Being brutally raped.
Reflexively, I clenched my fists. The memory alone stirred up a rage in me. Although I didn't know how I had gotten here, I was one-hundred percent sure it had something to do with the Serpentine gang, or to be more specific, Dean. His image was burned into my mind. I held a deep hatred for this man and his group of miscreants.
I pushed the thought from my mind and turned my attention back to Jiao. Like a good Turk, I needed to ask him a few things in order to access my situation.
"Jiao, do you know where we're going?" I asked.
"Well, I don't know where they're taking us exactly, but I do know it's a very exclusive whorehouse."
"A what?" I could barely suppress my surprise. "Did you say a whorehouse?" I said in disbelief.
"Yes." he said regretfully.
We sat in silence for a while. I couldn't speak, I was in such disbelief. Those guys had thoroughly screwed me, literally in both ways. Not only had they fucked me up, they sold me to a damn whorehouse! I pulled against my heavy chains again in frustration.
It was then that realization hit me. I pulled against my chains and jerked my arm. I was surprised when there was no sharp pain that followed. If I recalled correctly, my arm was still broken after they had had their way with me and even after that, when I blacked out.
But that was not so, now. I moved my leg and realized it had been set and healed. A sigh escaped through my lips. This was confusing. So sometime between the time they had drugged me and now, I had been cured. I was grateful for finally being relived of my pains, but I knew there had to be more to it.
I glance at Jiao in the darkness. "How did you get here?" Although I was genuinely interested, I was also bored. And since he was the only other person in here, might as well past the time by talking to him.
"Well I," he started off lowly. He paused momentarily, as if trying to get his emotions in control. "I was sold, by my father."
I didn't respond, and although my facial expression didn't change, my heart sunk. Ever since Wutai was defeated in the war, it had been hard. Many families lost everything: money, land…sons and daughters. Hard times were upon Wutai and many people had to turn to tourism in order to make money, converting their own home to private vacation spots. Other poorer families that had been devastated by the war were turning to prostitution in order to feed their families. It was a horrible fate for those who had to whore themselves out in order for their family to live comfortably.
"I have six younger brothers and sisters. My father is a cripple, and my two older brothers and my mother perished during the war. I am the only source of income now." he said with a heavy heart.
"How old are you?" I asked reluctantly.
"Seventeen."
I felt bad for him, but there wasn't much I could do for him. At the moment, we were in the same situation. I relaxed against the metal wall and closed my eyes. I didn't speak for some time, and I had almost drifted off to sleep until I heard Jiao speak.
"How did you end up here?" he said curiously.
"I have no idea. I don't even remember being put in here." I said with slight amusement.
"Did your parents sell you?"
I laughed softly. "No. My parents are both alive and doing well in Junon."
"They don't live in Wutai?"
Again I laughed. "No, they haven't lived in Wutai for some time now. My father is a skilled physician and my mother is an obstetrician. Once they found out they could make more money outside of Wutai, they left their homeland."
A slight grin formed on my lips, although it was invisible to Jiao in the dark. I hadn't thought about my parents for awhile. I had run away from home when I was thirteen and joined Shin-Ra soon after. My parents had wanted me to become a doctor and my exact words to them had been, "Fuck you both." I had wanted to be in SOLDIER originally, but I quickly derived from that goal once I discovered the Turks. But that wasn't the reason why I ran away. I had to get away, otherwise…
I shook away the painful memories and suppressed them, just like I had been doing for almost ten years now. In order to make sure the unfortunate thoughts wouldn't reemerge, I started to talk to Jiao again.
"Do you know what kind of place this whorehouse is?" I asked.
"Well, I was told by the dealer that there is a pretty rich clientele. Most of the people that go there pay thousands of gil to have their ultimate fantasies fulfilled."
I inwardly cringed. "So, just out of curiosity, how much money were you sold for, if you don't mind me asking?" I was curious as to just how "rich" this clientele was.
"No I don't mind. I think it was…450,000 Gil, plus a monthly compensation of 3,000 that will be sent to my family."
"Damn." I said, slightly shocked.
"Yeah, my family will be good now." He said, though sadness was evident in his tone. "Beautiful Wutaiian men are in high demand, so I assume that factor played a part in the high payout."
Just as I was about to respond, the vehicle stopped. I tensed up and listened to the noises on the outside. Several men could be heard from outside. It was awfully quiet besides the low grumbles of the men, so I assumed we weren't in the city anymore.
Suddenly, the back latch was opened and the bright light of the sun flooded into the darkness. I closed my eyes to shield them from the light. The men approached me and one of them grabbed my arm, and to my surprise, he stabbed me in it with a syringe. Although it was bright, my vision was starting to darken, I was slipping into unconsciousness.
Son of a bitch. Not again.
…
The second time I awoke, I was in a better place. Instead of waking up to complete darkness in the back of a truck, I had woken up to a soft light. I was also laying on something comfortable and plush, with a warm weight next to me. I opened my eyes and saw a dark head of hair beside me. Their face was turned away from me so I couldn't see what they looked like. With a wide catlike yawn, I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Once I was fully awake, I marveled at the gorgeous surroundings.
Red and gold tapestries hung on every wall. They were elaborate and beautifully designed with gold tassels on the ends. Beautifully embroidered cushions and throw pillows were placed on the soft lush carpet. Even the bed I was currently residing on was massive and extensively designed. The room was absolutely gorgeous, though there was something that irked me. There were no windows and the door did not have a door handle. It felt like a beautifully decorated prison.
I glanced at the body sleeping next to me. It was a young man, very slender and tall. I didn't know who he was, but he didn't seem like a threat. Still, I was on my guard. The room was a bit chilly so I grabbed some of the silk blankets and wrapped them around my bare shoulders. Wait…when did they take they take my shirt off? As a matter of fact…
I lifted the covers up to find that I was completely naked. I swore out loud and quickly replaced the covers. They body next to me shifted and let out a soft sigh. He was waking up. I thought about faking sleep in order to avoid encountering him, but I decided against it. He yawned in a similar fashion and sat up. His arm bumped mine accidentally and he jumped in surprise. He swore in Wutaiian and stared at me in surprise. He was obviously disoriented and confused.
"Where am I? Who the hell are you?" he asked frantically. His sounded so familiar. I looked at him closely. He couldn't have been more than eighteen.
"Jiao?" I said unsurely. His dark, scared eyes calmed and he released a sigh of relief.
"Tseng? You are Tseng, yes?" he asked. I nodded my head.
He relaxed back into the bed and a soft, shy smile spread across his lips. "You're very pretty."
I resisted the urge to snicker. I absolutely hated being called something so feminine as, "pretty". I brushed the comment off and looked at the younger man. He was very beautiful, with shoulder length hair and dark brown eyes.
"I'm scared." Jiao said honestly. "I've never even had sex before."
I didn't know what to say. There wasn't much I could say to ease his tension. But I listened anyway.
"Does it hurt?" he asked concerned. Fear and apprehension were prevalent in his tone.
Shit. What was I going to tell him? That it hurts like a bitch and that you'll feel completely violated and helpless? I wasn't very good at consoling people, but I did have the ability to calm him down. It was a special trait of mine. I was able to calm even the most nervous of Turks by the soothing sound of my voice.
"It…does hurt, but the pain of entry lessens overtime." I said softly. Jiao looked less worried, but still apprehensive.
"Did it hurt the first time you did it?" he asked. His voice was that of a scared child.
My fists involuntarily clenched as I was reluctantly forced to remember my atrocious and unspeakable first time. Damn it. This kid was making it harder for me to keep my memories suppressed in the recesses of my mind, where they belonged. I did not want to think of my first time. If I could, I would erase the event from my memory. I wouldn't even classify it as my first, considering I didn't know that I was even having sex. I was too young and naïve at the time to understand what he was doing to me.
I scowled out loud at the horrible memory and rubbed my eyes, trying to suppress the dreadful memory. Jiao looked at me in confusion and tilted his head in a very childish gesture.
"Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded my head and my expression softened.
"Yes, I'm fine," I said evenly. "Anyway, it did hurt my first time." No use lying to him. Might as well let him know what he's in for. I was about to make another comment, when the door suddenly opened. Jiao reflexively pulled up the covers to hide more of his bare body. My eyes were instantly glued to the incomers.
A big, plump man with reddish blond hair and a dark blue suit entered, followed by several large, menacing looking men. Behind them, a group of frilly, femininely dressed men came in as well. Two big guys stood guard at the door. My eyes trailed over all their faces and I glared at them skeptically. Behind me, Jiao had moved closer to me as if seeking protection from the wandering eyes of the people who entered. The plump man gazed at us appealingly and a wide grin graced his face.
"Oh! This is very, very wonderful!" he shouted cheerfully. "They are so gorgeous; they will make so much money!"
His entourage nodded their heads in agreement, particularly the men in the frilly pink shirts. I glared at the plump man, and clenched my fist in warning. He wasn't intimidated by my intense look and instead his smile widened.
"Oh, looks like we got a wild one." he said excitedly. I rolled my eyes at his comment. He peered behind me at Jiao, who was practically hiding behind me.
"Aw, he's so cute." The plump man said amused. Jiao moved closer to me until his chin was practically resting on my shoulder. I resisted the urge to draw away from him, as was my instinct whenever my personal space was invaded.
The rusty blond grinned cheekily and approached the bed where we were. He leaned close to my face and winked.
"Hiya you two. My name is Pero Donte. I'm the owner and proprietor of this fine establishment." His smile widened. "As of right now, I own you and you are to do as you are told. I have paid a pretty hefty price for the both of you and I expect to make that money back and more."
He reached his hand out to stroke my cheek and I swatted his hand away. The big guys behind him instantly gathered around him at his defense. Pero raised a hand in dismissal at then, causing them to halt immediately.
"Its okay boys, I got this." he said assuredly. He leaned down to my level and smiled, his plump cheeks spreading.
"Now look here sweetheart, I paid over half a million dollars for your pretty little ass and I will not be disrespected by my own property."
This guy was really pushing it. I could only hold my tongue for so long before I would be antagonized into retorting.
"Same goes for you too, little one." he said to Jiao, who was still hiding behind me.
"You are to call me Master Donte, is that clear?"
Jiao nodded his head in fear, but I did not. Fuck this guy. Who is he to think that I will call him master? I have no master, I am my own.
His smile faltered a bit and he glared at me. "Do I make myself clear?" he repeated again. I refused to respond and he grew frustrated. He signaled to one of the guys behind him to come forth. A large, burlesque man stepped up. I was not intimidated.
"Now see here, boy. You either stop this defiant behavior or you will be forced to submit."
He waited for me to respond. I didn't, and he nodded to his thug bodyguard to hit me. Jiao scrambled away from me and moved to the back of the bed in fright. The man's large fist came at me, but I was fast. This wasn't like the last time when I was completely defenseless and wounded. I was healed of my injuries and free of my restraints. As the punch came in, I quickly ducked out of the way and countered his miss with a hit of my own. Although I was thin, I was still strong and I hit with deadly accuracy. I punched him in the nose.
The deafening crunch of the breaking of bones filled the air, followed by a roar of pain from the big guy. He went down holding his broken and bloody nose. My fingers were throbbing in pain from hitting him so hard in the bridge of his nose. It went deadly silent, except for the bellowing screams of the injured man. A few guys went to their comrade and escorted him out of the room. I was filled with a sense of sick satisfaction. It felt good to have my strength back again.
Unexpectedly, Pero began to laugh, thick and hearty. Everyone around him stiffened. I kept my gaze locked onto him and my expression blank. He smiled at me and signaled for his thugs to restrain me. They surrounded the bed, but I was quick. With a sheet wrapped around my waist, I slipped through them and headed for the door. But just as I was about to try a pull a fast one on the door guards, I heard the sound of a gun click.
I looked back to see the barrel of a gun pressed against the side of Jiao's head. Tears immediately streamed from his eyes, and his fearful sobs filled the air. Pero looked at me with that eerie smile he always had and shoved the gun roughly against the boy's head.
"If you step out that door, he dies." He said through a smile.
I stared at the crying boy who was pleading with me through his eyes to save his life. For a brief moment, I considered leaving, but the thought was almost immediately dismissed. There was no way I was going to let Jiao die. Besides, they probably had more guards around the place and they weren't just going to let me walk out of here. I stared at the chubby man's face, trying to decipher if he was bluffing or not.
He wasn't bluffing, and the look in his eyes reflected the truth. I took a step away from the door and sat back on the bed. Pero pulled the gun away from Jiao's head and the boy immediately latched onto me. I didn't know how to react so I just let him cling to me.
Pero signaled to the frilly looking guys to come forth, though they seemed hesitant to approach me.
"Dress them up real nice and sexy like," he said to them. " and if he misbehaves, shoot the boy." He said to the thugs. The reddish blond man looked at me and winked. "After they're dressed, show them to their new workplaces." His grinned widened.
A/N: Chapter lengths will probably increase soon.
Anyway, thanks for my anonymous reviewer Lisa for pointing out a few grammatical errors. Thank you, and thanks for being so nice and helpful about it. Earlier chapters will be fixed and revised at a later date, hopefully ; D
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