(A/N: ^^;;;; I forgot to mention that I was changing the rating this chapter...Ah, well...I guess we'll see if anybody cares that this has disappeared off the landscape of "PG-13"....
Now, on with the fic!)
Dawn of Terror
Chapter 8: Torture Fair
How long had he been here? He couldn't remember anymore. Days, weeks, months melded together in one sick roller coaster of pain and depression, upon which he'd been fastened so tightly that he could barely breathe, the chains slicing into his neck. Escape was impossible and, even if his foot hadn't been shackled to the damp, stone wall of his prison, he couldn't have moved.
Broken and bleeding, he lay upon the dirty straw that had been strewn sparsley across the stone floor. Eyes closed, he tried to ignore the scent that made his stomach churn as he lay, cheek down in his own vomit, unable to move away because of the pain that coursed through his pathetic being. His breathing was labored, marked by the heavy wheeze that followed his exhalations. It shook his frail frame, but there was naught to do but try to forget.
He retracted deep into his mind, trying to remember happier days. But his memories of them were drowned in the sea of his pain and misery, whisked away on the whirlwind of his torture, so that all he could recall was the faint and worn image of a blue-haired boy that he suspected he had once known, but could no longer place a name to.
A cold wind brushed between the iron bars that covered the window, blowing snow across the floor. Away in the night, wolves howled, awaiting their next kill in the relentless winter. He shivered, then cried out as pain jolted through his body at his quivering. But he couldn't stop for, clad only in a sleeveless, sideless kimono, with his legs and arms layed bare to the frost, he was frozen. He sneezed, then screamed as blood bubbled up in his raw throat from the action.
Locked in the damp and hateful dungeons, he could only wait for his Master to return and take him away to the soft mattresses of the upstairs, only to have his broken body treated roughly by the probably drunken man. Had life always been like this? Had he always been a mere toy? He couldn't remember, his pounding head refusing to let him think. He was sick and probably dying, and no one gave a damn. After all, he was just a sex slave.
~*
"Kai, you can't keep putting off the wedding like this!"
Kai looked up at Mariah, who, yet again, was berating him for putting his wedding on hold. Kai frowned. "The economic factors weren't right for a wedding- we barely pulled in half of what we normally do. It is no time to go spend money we don't have like lunatics."
Mariah hissed. "You have said that for the past three months. Kai, you are the most finacially-secure man- or will be- in this city! And besides, Junsui grows impatient with your reluctance."
"She's the one who wants so badly to be my wife. If she wants it that bad, she can wait."
Mariah opened her mouth to say something, but stopped and shut her mouth again. Silence reigned for a moment, before the click of shoes on the tile floor broke it. Junsui appeared in the doorframe. Her eyes were narrowed dangerously and her already high brows were arched even more. She stared fixatedly at Kai. "I believe it's time that you and I had a talk," she snarled, before adding, "Lord."
She spat the word out with spite and Kai growled. "I'm not your lord, nor are you my lady. And if you keep up with such imputenece, I'll send you back home and break the engagement. I have no qualms in doing that, woman."
She snorted. "I'll go home of my own free will if you don't hurry up, Kai Hiwatari. This is ridiculous! I have been here for nearly a year, and yet you show no intention of marrying me!"
"Nor do I have any. You are an insolent brat of a girl who has no right to come storming into MY house and act as though YOU are the Lady of the house. I suggest you learn your place, and quickly."
The young woman stomped her foot angrily and pouted. "Oh, you are impossible!"
She threw up her hands in frustration. "I came down here to inform you that my brother has invited us to dinner tomorrow evening. I suggest you come, or be left alone to brood in the dark," she finished quickly, then turned on her heel and left the room.
~*
Rei bit his lip, shut his eyes and clenched the blankets in his hands tightly. Even the feather mattress was no comfort to his broken self tonight. He could hear the self-indulgent cries of his Master ringing mockingly in his ears, adding insult to injury.
Sticky blood coursed down the backs of his thighs and he could only guess where its source was located. His throat clenched up painfully, raw muscles preventing him from crying out. Blood trickled from his bottom lip, and his nails created crescent moons in his sweaty plams. His legs were spread out so far it felt like he was doing the splits. The position was uncomfortable and he couldn't bend his kness to relieve any of the pain. The agony was worst in his hips, the pressure of his Master's own pelvis pressed against him, forcing him up and down as he was fucked.
Seated inside his torn and bloody entrance was his Master's shaft, driving in and out, scraping the outer covering of his insides away with each thrust, making the bleeding worse and worse. The length pressed against his shredded prostrate every now and then, making the neko-jin shiver with a supressed scream of agony.
His Master had his tail in hand, stroking it roughly, stripping the fur away, patches at a time. At last, the torture ended and his Master withdrew, freeing him by rolling off onto the bed.
Rei winced, but started hauling himself off the bed nonetheless. A hand fastened roughly around his wrist. He looked down at his Master, then looked away hastily, remembering he wasn't allowed to make eye contact. His Master pulled his gaze back. "Don't you like that, whore? Don't you like it when I fuck you?"
He wrapped a hand about Rei's limp member, freeing the neko-jin's wrist. Rei winced and looked away. "You never come. You don't like it."
Rei stared fixatedly at the sheets and shook his head ashamedly. The hand started to stroke him gently. "We'll have to do something about that, now won't we, whore?"
He shoved Rei onto his back, pinning him there with his own weight. Rei squirmed, trying to free himself. "Shh, shh. You'll like this, whore."
The hand moved a little faster now, touching his sensitive length all over. Heavy breath whispered in his ear, "Pretend it's someone else. Someone you want badly."
Rei closed his eyes and tried to recall anyone but his Master. Almost instantly, he pictured the bluenette, whose image was engraved permanently in his memory. What was his name again? "Kai."
His voice, hoarse and raw, broke around the strange yet familiar sound. Yes, that was right. Kai- his former Master, the boy he's thought was his friend. Normally, Rei would have instantly stopped thoughts directed toward an indiviual that had angered him, but in his lust-filled mind, Kai looked decidedly enticing. Rei groaned and bucked his hips. He didn't care how much it hurt. All he could think of was the fact that he wanted Kai, here, now, fucking him hard and fast.
The hand stroked him quickly, almost painfully, but it felt so good. Rei bucked his hips into the motion, groaning with pleasure. Sobs of delight wracked his frail frame, begging his torturous lover to allow him release. Lips pressed against his own in a gentle kiss.
But this person tasted of cigarettes and alcohol. The digusting taste made him open his eyes and face reality. He wanted to stop and to break away from this horrible man, but he couldn't. His throbbing length spurred him on in his quest for release and he came, pleasure wracking him from head to toe.
He came without a single cry, knowing now that his Master was through with him and he would spend a comfortless night on the cold floor before limping downstairs to swallow his daily bowl of gruel before being chained in his prison again. He knew he would be cold, but he didn't dare ask for a blanket for fear of reprisal. He knew that only minutes after consuming his daily portion of food, he'd sick it back up again, but he didn't dare ask for anything else because he knew he was lucky to get fed what he did. As he started to haul himself from the comfort of the bed, he broke.
He collapsed back onto the bed, sobbing hysterically. He couldnt' take another day on this sick and twisted carousel, so broken by everything. His body was nothing anymore- a skeleton covered with a painfully-stretched skin, a lattice work of bruises and cuts, broken bones and torn muscles, dotted with blood. His virginity was gone and he could never get rid of the dirty, used feeling that stained him now. Any hopes, any dreams he'd ever had, had dissolved right before his eyes and now, the light at the end of the tunnel seemed so far away.
He heard his Master shout, but couldn't make out the words because of the screaming of his shattered soul. He felt the blow, but he curled up in the fetal position, sobbing louder. He was shoved roughly from the bed.
At length, his sobs subsided and he crawled into a corner, curling up and watching the moon travel across the sky through the window. His eyes glittered in the pale light with unshed tears. He was nothing.
(A/N: As always, R&R...)
Now, on with the fic!)
Dawn of Terror
Chapter 8: Torture Fair
How long had he been here? He couldn't remember anymore. Days, weeks, months melded together in one sick roller coaster of pain and depression, upon which he'd been fastened so tightly that he could barely breathe, the chains slicing into his neck. Escape was impossible and, even if his foot hadn't been shackled to the damp, stone wall of his prison, he couldn't have moved.
Broken and bleeding, he lay upon the dirty straw that had been strewn sparsley across the stone floor. Eyes closed, he tried to ignore the scent that made his stomach churn as he lay, cheek down in his own vomit, unable to move away because of the pain that coursed through his pathetic being. His breathing was labored, marked by the heavy wheeze that followed his exhalations. It shook his frail frame, but there was naught to do but try to forget.
He retracted deep into his mind, trying to remember happier days. But his memories of them were drowned in the sea of his pain and misery, whisked away on the whirlwind of his torture, so that all he could recall was the faint and worn image of a blue-haired boy that he suspected he had once known, but could no longer place a name to.
A cold wind brushed between the iron bars that covered the window, blowing snow across the floor. Away in the night, wolves howled, awaiting their next kill in the relentless winter. He shivered, then cried out as pain jolted through his body at his quivering. But he couldn't stop for, clad only in a sleeveless, sideless kimono, with his legs and arms layed bare to the frost, he was frozen. He sneezed, then screamed as blood bubbled up in his raw throat from the action.
Locked in the damp and hateful dungeons, he could only wait for his Master to return and take him away to the soft mattresses of the upstairs, only to have his broken body treated roughly by the probably drunken man. Had life always been like this? Had he always been a mere toy? He couldn't remember, his pounding head refusing to let him think. He was sick and probably dying, and no one gave a damn. After all, he was just a sex slave.
~*
"Kai, you can't keep putting off the wedding like this!"
Kai looked up at Mariah, who, yet again, was berating him for putting his wedding on hold. Kai frowned. "The economic factors weren't right for a wedding- we barely pulled in half of what we normally do. It is no time to go spend money we don't have like lunatics."
Mariah hissed. "You have said that for the past three months. Kai, you are the most finacially-secure man- or will be- in this city! And besides, Junsui grows impatient with your reluctance."
"She's the one who wants so badly to be my wife. If she wants it that bad, she can wait."
Mariah opened her mouth to say something, but stopped and shut her mouth again. Silence reigned for a moment, before the click of shoes on the tile floor broke it. Junsui appeared in the doorframe. Her eyes were narrowed dangerously and her already high brows were arched even more. She stared fixatedly at Kai. "I believe it's time that you and I had a talk," she snarled, before adding, "Lord."
She spat the word out with spite and Kai growled. "I'm not your lord, nor are you my lady. And if you keep up with such imputenece, I'll send you back home and break the engagement. I have no qualms in doing that, woman."
She snorted. "I'll go home of my own free will if you don't hurry up, Kai Hiwatari. This is ridiculous! I have been here for nearly a year, and yet you show no intention of marrying me!"
"Nor do I have any. You are an insolent brat of a girl who has no right to come storming into MY house and act as though YOU are the Lady of the house. I suggest you learn your place, and quickly."
The young woman stomped her foot angrily and pouted. "Oh, you are impossible!"
She threw up her hands in frustration. "I came down here to inform you that my brother has invited us to dinner tomorrow evening. I suggest you come, or be left alone to brood in the dark," she finished quickly, then turned on her heel and left the room.
~*
Rei bit his lip, shut his eyes and clenched the blankets in his hands tightly. Even the feather mattress was no comfort to his broken self tonight. He could hear the self-indulgent cries of his Master ringing mockingly in his ears, adding insult to injury.
Sticky blood coursed down the backs of his thighs and he could only guess where its source was located. His throat clenched up painfully, raw muscles preventing him from crying out. Blood trickled from his bottom lip, and his nails created crescent moons in his sweaty plams. His legs were spread out so far it felt like he was doing the splits. The position was uncomfortable and he couldn't bend his kness to relieve any of the pain. The agony was worst in his hips, the pressure of his Master's own pelvis pressed against him, forcing him up and down as he was fucked.
Seated inside his torn and bloody entrance was his Master's shaft, driving in and out, scraping the outer covering of his insides away with each thrust, making the bleeding worse and worse. The length pressed against his shredded prostrate every now and then, making the neko-jin shiver with a supressed scream of agony.
His Master had his tail in hand, stroking it roughly, stripping the fur away, patches at a time. At last, the torture ended and his Master withdrew, freeing him by rolling off onto the bed.
Rei winced, but started hauling himself off the bed nonetheless. A hand fastened roughly around his wrist. He looked down at his Master, then looked away hastily, remembering he wasn't allowed to make eye contact. His Master pulled his gaze back. "Don't you like that, whore? Don't you like it when I fuck you?"
He wrapped a hand about Rei's limp member, freeing the neko-jin's wrist. Rei winced and looked away. "You never come. You don't like it."
Rei stared fixatedly at the sheets and shook his head ashamedly. The hand started to stroke him gently. "We'll have to do something about that, now won't we, whore?"
He shoved Rei onto his back, pinning him there with his own weight. Rei squirmed, trying to free himself. "Shh, shh. You'll like this, whore."
The hand moved a little faster now, touching his sensitive length all over. Heavy breath whispered in his ear, "Pretend it's someone else. Someone you want badly."
Rei closed his eyes and tried to recall anyone but his Master. Almost instantly, he pictured the bluenette, whose image was engraved permanently in his memory. What was his name again? "Kai."
His voice, hoarse and raw, broke around the strange yet familiar sound. Yes, that was right. Kai- his former Master, the boy he's thought was his friend. Normally, Rei would have instantly stopped thoughts directed toward an indiviual that had angered him, but in his lust-filled mind, Kai looked decidedly enticing. Rei groaned and bucked his hips. He didn't care how much it hurt. All he could think of was the fact that he wanted Kai, here, now, fucking him hard and fast.
The hand stroked him quickly, almost painfully, but it felt so good. Rei bucked his hips into the motion, groaning with pleasure. Sobs of delight wracked his frail frame, begging his torturous lover to allow him release. Lips pressed against his own in a gentle kiss.
But this person tasted of cigarettes and alcohol. The digusting taste made him open his eyes and face reality. He wanted to stop and to break away from this horrible man, but he couldn't. His throbbing length spurred him on in his quest for release and he came, pleasure wracking him from head to toe.
He came without a single cry, knowing now that his Master was through with him and he would spend a comfortless night on the cold floor before limping downstairs to swallow his daily bowl of gruel before being chained in his prison again. He knew he would be cold, but he didn't dare ask for a blanket for fear of reprisal. He knew that only minutes after consuming his daily portion of food, he'd sick it back up again, but he didn't dare ask for anything else because he knew he was lucky to get fed what he did. As he started to haul himself from the comfort of the bed, he broke.
He collapsed back onto the bed, sobbing hysterically. He couldnt' take another day on this sick and twisted carousel, so broken by everything. His body was nothing anymore- a skeleton covered with a painfully-stretched skin, a lattice work of bruises and cuts, broken bones and torn muscles, dotted with blood. His virginity was gone and he could never get rid of the dirty, used feeling that stained him now. Any hopes, any dreams he'd ever had, had dissolved right before his eyes and now, the light at the end of the tunnel seemed so far away.
He heard his Master shout, but couldn't make out the words because of the screaming of his shattered soul. He felt the blow, but he curled up in the fetal position, sobbing louder. He was shoved roughly from the bed.
At length, his sobs subsided and he crawled into a corner, curling up and watching the moon travel across the sky through the window. His eyes glittered in the pale light with unshed tears. He was nothing.
(A/N: As always, R&R...)