So you now ya'll read the prologue. This is gonna be weird because now it's
16 years later. I'm not going to tell ya'll what happened 16 years ago when
Pan Chan's parents found out that she was gone. You'll see what will happen
later on. Don't worry. But thanks for reading it. =)
Chapter 1- Pain
*16 years later*
The slave looked at the cloudy sky. She hated the place she was in. Of course she lived on Earth, but a worse part of Earth now. The place that she was in was called Therapist Center. She remembered that cold night. The stupid baby sitter brought her in. She wanted to beat her up so badly, but the problem was that she didn't know how to fight. She didn't know how her parents took it. They are probably still sad right now.
*Slave*
I remember that cold night. I'm nineteen years old. That bloody bitch. I hate her! I yelled in my mind. Gosh I wanted to beat the shit outta of her. But it was too late. I was now bruised, stabbed and possibly everything you can think of. Except that I was also a virgin. Some of the slaves weren't virgins because they lost it to therapists and that means once you loose it, they won't hurt you. So ya'll basically the girls loved not getting hurt, but they still had to do their chores. We were all girl slaves. And the therapists were all perverts. They all thought nasty everyday. The therapist wanted me to loose my virginity to them, but hey I kept my panties tight. I was still weak. It's very hard to fight the guys. I hated when they strapped me in bed and put an injection or stabbed me or did something. It was more like torture then rape. Yup, you guessed it. Therapist. Break them apart and you get The-rapist. They were so horrible. They all hated me. And the most popular slave was some girl name Marron. I didn't like her. She thought she was good for the prince, although I never met the prince, nor even seen the prince all my life. I didn't know the prince's name. All I knew was that he was single. Yeah, she dated a lot of guys and stuff. But she really, really wanted was the prince. Her hair was straight, long; pass her shoulder, with blue hair. Her eyes were sky blue. Then she turned around to see me and sticked her tongue out to me.
*Marron*
I turned around and sticked my tongue out to Pan Chan. I hated her. But I was happy in a way for her because she never met the prince and doesn't even know the prince. Haha. Prince Trunks is so handsome, and I will do anything to get him. To bad she can't win his heart. I laughed again in my head. Then I turned around and continued to do my chore.
* Pan Chan *
What's her problem? Then I looked down and continued to do my chore.
* Jesse*
"Please call Slave #68. I think the young lady is Pan Chan," I said with a harsh voice.
"Yes sir!" exclaimed two of my men.
I smiled as they left and closed my door. I sat on my office chair. Ha. I opened one of my cabinets, and picked out Pan Chan's profile. I opened it and saw a baby picture of her. Well to bad her parents think she's dead, I thought with an evil look. I began to read her profile and found something interesting. 75% human, 25% something else. Why did it say 25% something else? I didn't understand. What is she? Is she disorder or something? But she can't be disorder, cause she's just fine. Fine, looking girl.
The door creaked open. Pan Chan had being beating. I could tell cause she was bleeding from her lip. Her lips were closed. Then they pushed her down on the chair and tied her hands behind the chair with a barbwire. Soon she was beginning to bleed from her wrists. All I could was just grin at her. But she was so beautiful to be beating up. Then my men tied her ankles down to the legs of the chair. She began to bleed from there also. What a weakling. For us men, we were something else. We looked human beings in a way. Just like those saiyans. But saiyans are in the past all dead. There is not single one living today. Ha. Curse them. But oh well. I was the ruler of my race. A race called "Viewallex". Pretty weird, huh? But oh well. I was a viewallex. Prounced as view-all-lex. I licked my lips and started to speak to the weakling, slave, human Pan Chan.
"Ah yes Brat Chan," I talked as I was picked up the glass ball. "Well Brat Chan, you've been a bad girl for what, 16 years?" I asked. I should be a ashamed for myself should I, I thought.
Pan Chan was looking down. Then she looked up to look at Jesse. "My name is Pa--," she started to say when immediately slapped her on the face.
"I don't care Brat Chan. I don't care. Just forget it. Everyone thinks your dead, when we, viewallex know. You know better not to talk back to us, unless we give ya'll slave bitches permission, when we really don't," I said putting a hand on her neck. I could feel her breathing. Then I began to close my hand very slowly making her couch and choke at the same time. Then I put my face close to her face.
"DON'T YOU JUST LOVE THE PAIN!? HUH!? DO U!?," I yelled.
Then she spit me her blood in my right eye.
"BITCH!" I yelled. "WELL I'M GLAD THAT YOU AND THE OTHER SLAVES ARE WEARING RAGS!"
*Prince Trunks*
I looked out my window from my room. I was bored. I am twenty-one years old and still, I don't have a mate. I want one so bad. But a specify kind. I met the entire princesses and they were rather boring, concede, or lazy. I guess I'm gonna haveta go to the therapist center. I can't believe they help girls about their problems. Everyone knows that it's good to talk to a therapist. I know I talked to the girls, but there is one problem. Why did each girl wear rags?
Whoa. It seems that Prince Trunks is going to see the girls. Remember this is a fake story. I know you read the ages. It's all fake. This is my p.o.v. story. Well I hope you like the next chapter. Pan Chan gets tortured, and Prince Trunks hears it and senses, but finds it hard to believe that the therapists would do a young slave. Well cyal8rz~!~
P.S.- Can't ya'll just wait to read the next chapter? Chapter 2 will be coming up this Sunday. Thanks for ya'lls reviews~!~ =)
Chapter 1- Pain
*16 years later*
The slave looked at the cloudy sky. She hated the place she was in. Of course she lived on Earth, but a worse part of Earth now. The place that she was in was called Therapist Center. She remembered that cold night. The stupid baby sitter brought her in. She wanted to beat her up so badly, but the problem was that she didn't know how to fight. She didn't know how her parents took it. They are probably still sad right now.
*Slave*
I remember that cold night. I'm nineteen years old. That bloody bitch. I hate her! I yelled in my mind. Gosh I wanted to beat the shit outta of her. But it was too late. I was now bruised, stabbed and possibly everything you can think of. Except that I was also a virgin. Some of the slaves weren't virgins because they lost it to therapists and that means once you loose it, they won't hurt you. So ya'll basically the girls loved not getting hurt, but they still had to do their chores. We were all girl slaves. And the therapists were all perverts. They all thought nasty everyday. The therapist wanted me to loose my virginity to them, but hey I kept my panties tight. I was still weak. It's very hard to fight the guys. I hated when they strapped me in bed and put an injection or stabbed me or did something. It was more like torture then rape. Yup, you guessed it. Therapist. Break them apart and you get The-rapist. They were so horrible. They all hated me. And the most popular slave was some girl name Marron. I didn't like her. She thought she was good for the prince, although I never met the prince, nor even seen the prince all my life. I didn't know the prince's name. All I knew was that he was single. Yeah, she dated a lot of guys and stuff. But she really, really wanted was the prince. Her hair was straight, long; pass her shoulder, with blue hair. Her eyes were sky blue. Then she turned around to see me and sticked her tongue out to me.
*Marron*
I turned around and sticked my tongue out to Pan Chan. I hated her. But I was happy in a way for her because she never met the prince and doesn't even know the prince. Haha. Prince Trunks is so handsome, and I will do anything to get him. To bad she can't win his heart. I laughed again in my head. Then I turned around and continued to do my chore.
* Pan Chan *
What's her problem? Then I looked down and continued to do my chore.
* Jesse*
"Please call Slave #68. I think the young lady is Pan Chan," I said with a harsh voice.
"Yes sir!" exclaimed two of my men.
I smiled as they left and closed my door. I sat on my office chair. Ha. I opened one of my cabinets, and picked out Pan Chan's profile. I opened it and saw a baby picture of her. Well to bad her parents think she's dead, I thought with an evil look. I began to read her profile and found something interesting. 75% human, 25% something else. Why did it say 25% something else? I didn't understand. What is she? Is she disorder or something? But she can't be disorder, cause she's just fine. Fine, looking girl.
The door creaked open. Pan Chan had being beating. I could tell cause she was bleeding from her lip. Her lips were closed. Then they pushed her down on the chair and tied her hands behind the chair with a barbwire. Soon she was beginning to bleed from her wrists. All I could was just grin at her. But she was so beautiful to be beating up. Then my men tied her ankles down to the legs of the chair. She began to bleed from there also. What a weakling. For us men, we were something else. We looked human beings in a way. Just like those saiyans. But saiyans are in the past all dead. There is not single one living today. Ha. Curse them. But oh well. I was the ruler of my race. A race called "Viewallex". Pretty weird, huh? But oh well. I was a viewallex. Prounced as view-all-lex. I licked my lips and started to speak to the weakling, slave, human Pan Chan.
"Ah yes Brat Chan," I talked as I was picked up the glass ball. "Well Brat Chan, you've been a bad girl for what, 16 years?" I asked. I should be a ashamed for myself should I, I thought.
Pan Chan was looking down. Then she looked up to look at Jesse. "My name is Pa--," she started to say when immediately slapped her on the face.
"I don't care Brat Chan. I don't care. Just forget it. Everyone thinks your dead, when we, viewallex know. You know better not to talk back to us, unless we give ya'll slave bitches permission, when we really don't," I said putting a hand on her neck. I could feel her breathing. Then I began to close my hand very slowly making her couch and choke at the same time. Then I put my face close to her face.
"DON'T YOU JUST LOVE THE PAIN!? HUH!? DO U!?," I yelled.
Then she spit me her blood in my right eye.
"BITCH!" I yelled. "WELL I'M GLAD THAT YOU AND THE OTHER SLAVES ARE WEARING RAGS!"
*Prince Trunks*
I looked out my window from my room. I was bored. I am twenty-one years old and still, I don't have a mate. I want one so bad. But a specify kind. I met the entire princesses and they were rather boring, concede, or lazy. I guess I'm gonna haveta go to the therapist center. I can't believe they help girls about their problems. Everyone knows that it's good to talk to a therapist. I know I talked to the girls, but there is one problem. Why did each girl wear rags?
Whoa. It seems that Prince Trunks is going to see the girls. Remember this is a fake story. I know you read the ages. It's all fake. This is my p.o.v. story. Well I hope you like the next chapter. Pan Chan gets tortured, and Prince Trunks hears it and senses, but finds it hard to believe that the therapists would do a young slave. Well cyal8rz~!~
P.S.- Can't ya'll just wait to read the next chapter? Chapter 2 will be coming up this Sunday. Thanks for ya'lls reviews~!~ =)
