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OMG, its only been 2 days and another chapter is already up! Someone had better take my temperature. Lol joking. No its up super early because of 2 factors: more people than normal reviewed/fave/followed, and I've been playing as Ghirahim in HW which really got me in the mood for writing this. Enjoy!

Chapter 6

Ghirahim walked nonchalantly over to the hero and unceremoniously hoisted him over one shoulder. He then carried the boy back to the previous room; ignoring the slat of wood he instead looked up at the dangling chains. After snapping the second manacle around the blonde's wrists he proceeded to remove the green tunic with one of his daggers. Now for the chain mail, deciding he just grabbed it with both hands and ripped it apart, sending pieces flying. The demon raised his pale eyebrows in appreciation, the hero's form was…well, fabulous. Obviously it was not as splendid as his own body of course, but no one really could hope to compare. A smile spread across the demon's face and he began to lightly slap Link's face "Skychild, wake up, you wouldn't want to miss this." His grin deepened when the blue eyes opened and focused on him "You were quite rude earlier so I'm afraid you have to be punished. Now, I'm going to give you a choice regarding that."Ghirahim slowly removed his gloves, revealing fingernails that were more like talons "I can either use a whip or…"he rested a pointed nail in the middle of his captive's chest "I can use my marvelous nails."

Link remained silent.

"Oh, you have no preference, hmmmm? I suppose that means its falls to me to decide, then." The demon stroked his chin in a show of consideration "Nails it is…unless you want the whip?" The hero still gave no response. Ghirahim lightly dragged his nails downwards watching in satisfaction as goose bumps erupted along the boy's skin. He stopped an inch before the waistband "Oh, if only." He leaned his mouth next to Link's ear "You have no idea how much restraint I am showing at this moment, Skychild. Chuckling at the shivers passing through the blonde's body, the man lifted his hand and placed it on his captive's back. He then sank his claws into the flesh and began to slowly slide them down.

Arching his back in response to the pain, the blonde inadvertently pushed up against his captor. He tried to return to his original position but the hand had moved with him and stayed firm, keeping him pinned against the demon.

"I do believe I'm going to enjoy this." The man hissed, his dark eyes half closed with satisfaction. He pressed his other hand to the boy's back and dug into the hero's soft tissue, and continued to keep his hands moving tortuously slow.

Link grit his teeth together to keep himself from crying out, his body quivering. Fire was shooting up his back where the demon's claws had torn through. He couldn't help but let out a shaky breath when the talons were removed.

His hands were bloodstained when he brought them to his face; the demon smiled and proceeded to lick off every last drop. He then placed his hands on Link's opposite shoulders so that he was effectively hugging the boy, the man let out a laugh as the blonde involuntarily flinched when his shoulders were touched. "What's the matter Skychild? Oh, perhaps you don't like this embrace." he then carved along the skin perpendicular to the marks he had made before. He continued this pattern of slicing and licking until there wasn't an inch of intact skin on the hero's back.

Blue eyes widened when Ghirahim placed a claw at the top of the manacle. The demon began slicing around the boy's wrists, inwardly reminding himself not to lick this blood up; it being for another purpose entirely. When he was satisfied that both of Link's hands were well and truly bloody he took a step back, admiring his work "Well child, I believe that you have been reprimanded sufficiently. Now if you'll excuse me I have other things to attend to." He bowed and then strolled out of the room, humming as he went. It was only a matter of time; all he hadto do was wait.

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Link sagged down in his chains, his back a throbbing mess. For now though, he'd rather endure the sting than be healed by cruel kindness. He bowed his head and gazed at his feet. He was sure he was imagining it but it looked like they could almost touch the stone underneath him. Nothing else to do he figured he might as well try, his eyes widening when a toe made contact with the hard surface. He knew for a fact that before he had been unable to touch the ground. His gaze travelled up to his wrists and hope flickered through his eyes. His wrists had been lubricated by the blood causing them to start slipping through the shackles. The blonde took a deep breath and then yanked an arm out, tearing skin. Now dangling by one arm he inhaled and wrenched, freeing himself. Link dropped to the floor, cracking his head on the cold stone.

When the dizziness passed, the hero stood and began loping through the darkly grand corridors, using some sixth sense to navigate. He was surprised that no one else was occupying the structure which was obviously a castle. He took a right, "Then again, Ghirahim's pompous enough…" he slowed down as he approached a majestic pair of doors. He cautiously put an ear to them, just because there weren't guards or anything inside didn't mean there mightn't be outside. Hearing nothing; Link clenched his hand into a fist in case, and slowly opened a door. Nothing was guarding the door; he let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. He stepped out into the pouring rain and looked around; there were no curtain walls, only the castle and the grounds around it. The only other landmark in sight seemed to be a volcano to the south. He set out towards it, deciding that he'd figure out what to do once he arrived there. Anywhere was better than here. He held himself back from bursting out full speed ahead and instead kept a steady but still sufficiently fast pace; reasoning that it would get him farther. The rain lashed down his back, irritating the broken flesh. He ignored it until he slammed into a wall that had until recently been invisible. The impact shoved him to the ground, mud splashing up on his wounds. His mind registered the diamond pattern on the barrier just as a laugh echoed behind him.

"And where exactly are you off to, Skychild?"

Thanks to my cat, Cowgirl, for jumping on my back and leaving scratches while I was trying to put a bra on. Hence the mode of torture for Link. Remember to review, thanks for reading!