BITTER MOON:
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I own nothing but Prisim, well he sort of owns himself, but since he lies in my head , I sort of own him ( ok. ok I only charge rent
This story contains, Yaoi ( Male+ male love& smut) It also contains some bad langue and violence maybe!
Ok now on to the story!
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Chapter one:
What doesn't kill us only makes us stronger! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*
" Prisim, get in here" the snaky voice of lord Voldamort rang through the halls. Prisim in his usual, red mesh top and tight black pants, pulled the mask over his face and walked into the throne room, were he fell to one knee and lowered his eyes.
" Prisim, how could you fail me at this, this simple task"? His master's voice resounded off the walls and echoed into Prisim's already dark mind. " Twenty lashes for this" His masters voice snaked as he was dragged to his feet and lead away to the dungeons, were they did this sort of thing.
His hands were chained to a post as the whip laced into his back. His eyes stared blankly ahead of him as the pain wracked his small frame, and all the wile in his twisted mind came the sound of the Masters familiar words,"" that which dose not kill us only makes us stronger"" Prisim let those words resound in his mind as the whip crashed again over the old scares. Suddenly there came a voice in his mind, and he rembered one of the other prisoners, a boy with no eyes, the one that escaped with the creepy def one. "" Every thing gets better with the light"" he couldn't help but let his mind wander over those words, but as the whip came down over his week point he almost cried out, but bit his lip hard so hard that blood ran. The lashes stopped and he was untied. He stood again in front of his dispassionate master, his head high and his aura cold. Voldamort circled him.
" Good, now that, that is down with, you can explain to me why you failed, be wise with your words" Voldamort hissed.
" It was in my weakness that I failed you, there is no other explanation Master" * of course there was, but He was not about to piss off Voldamort with his rants*
" Yes, in your weakness, I should punish you again for your weakness" Voldamort stopped in front of Prisim His cold snake like eyes, met Prisim's unmasked green soulless eyes. Voldamort took notice of the thin line off blood still running down the corner of Prisim's pail blue lips. Smirking he licked it causing Prisim to flinch slightly. Voldamort chuckled " now my Serpent knight, will you ever show me weakness again"?
" No Master" Prisim own voice hissed
I own nothing but Prisim, well he sort of owns himself, but since he lies in my head , I sort of own him ( ok. ok I only charge rent
This story contains, Yaoi ( Male+ male love& smut) It also contains some bad langue and violence maybe!
Ok now on to the story!
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Chapter one:
What doesn't kill us only makes us stronger! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*
" Prisim, get in here" the snaky voice of lord Voldamort rang through the halls. Prisim in his usual, red mesh top and tight black pants, pulled the mask over his face and walked into the throne room, were he fell to one knee and lowered his eyes.
" Prisim, how could you fail me at this, this simple task"? His master's voice resounded off the walls and echoed into Prisim's already dark mind. " Twenty lashes for this" His masters voice snaked as he was dragged to his feet and lead away to the dungeons, were they did this sort of thing.
His hands were chained to a post as the whip laced into his back. His eyes stared blankly ahead of him as the pain wracked his small frame, and all the wile in his twisted mind came the sound of the Masters familiar words,"" that which dose not kill us only makes us stronger"" Prisim let those words resound in his mind as the whip crashed again over the old scares. Suddenly there came a voice in his mind, and he rembered one of the other prisoners, a boy with no eyes, the one that escaped with the creepy def one. "" Every thing gets better with the light"" he couldn't help but let his mind wander over those words, but as the whip came down over his week point he almost cried out, but bit his lip hard so hard that blood ran. The lashes stopped and he was untied. He stood again in front of his dispassionate master, his head high and his aura cold. Voldamort circled him.
" Good, now that, that is down with, you can explain to me why you failed, be wise with your words" Voldamort hissed.
" It was in my weakness that I failed you, there is no other explanation Master" * of course there was, but He was not about to piss off Voldamort with his rants*
" Yes, in your weakness, I should punish you again for your weakness" Voldamort stopped in front of Prisim His cold snake like eyes, met Prisim's unmasked green soulless eyes. Voldamort took notice of the thin line off blood still running down the corner of Prisim's pail blue lips. Smirking he licked it causing Prisim to flinch slightly. Voldamort chuckled " now my Serpent knight, will you ever show me weakness again"?
" No Master" Prisim own voice hissed
