Hey there lovely peoples! Rai's here with the next chapter! So sorry that I couldn't update sooner, and Ketsueki-chan couldn't 'cause I have the written story with me. I'm so sorry Ketsueki-chan!
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Mik's hands traveled up Riley's smooth legs to his thighs. The drugs Riley usually used left his body bare of hair except for on his head.
"Smooth as a girl."
Mik's fingers dug into his thighs as he bent down. Mik loved to go down and take away all control. The door opened and a loud cough made Mik's head snap up. Angry tears blurred Riley's eyes as someone pulled him into the room. "I wa' just havin' a lil fun." Mik complained. Riley heard the door close loudly as he wiped at his eyes.
"Name?" A rough voice asked quietly. "Rabbit." Riley answered automatically. A gentle hand pushed him down into a seat then pushed his head foward. "What's going on?"
He wouldn't freak out.
"Don't worry son, it's just another tattoo." Riley relaxed. He could deal with another tattoo. He had been planning on getting another one anyway. From behind him a low humming sound began, its purr oddly comforting in its familiarty.
"This is probably going to hurt son."
The voice behind him could hardly be heard over the needle's thrumming. Everything in the jail was old-world. They used the old technique of quick moving needles instead of the new lasers. Not only were the lasers less painful, they could also be removed easily, but not these old-styled ones.
Riley just shrugged, relaxing his muscles. "I've had tattoos before." A chuckle came from behind him as the needle first touched the skin at the back of his neck. The pain was immediate and worse than Riley had expected. Gritting his teeth, Riley waited it out, hands clenching the arms of his chair. He'd prefer this over Mik's hands anyday.
When Riley finally went numb, he heard the needle turn off. "You're done son. You now have your third and final mark. Next time...well let's just hope there is no next time." The chair turned and Rile finally saw the face belonging to that rough yet gentle voice.
He was a bear of a man, unheard of even in this day. Dark red-brown curls framed a wide, bearded face with gentle green eyes. "Stand up son so we can clean you up." He picked up a damp washclothe from a bowl on the counter behind him and waited for Riley to stand, eyeing his first two tattoos.
Riley pushed off of the chair and stood on shakey legs. The man reached out and gently grabbed Riley's hand, pulling him towards him. Riley flinched as the washcloth moved over his skin. The large man dabbed around the buried glass and shook his head sadly. "We'll have to get these out. With the proper care these cuts won't scar." Riley doubted that the person who bought him would care about keeping his skin free of scars.
Riley kept his eyes lowered as the man continued to pull out the shards of glass, wiping at the blood. "Someone beat you good son." A thick finger touched Riley's jaw where he knew a bruise had already formed.
"Not good enough," Riley muttered.
The man shook his head sadly and pushed him towards a door on the other side from where he had come in. "There's a small group waiting for the block, go join them son. And son...good luck." The man patted Riley's shoulder gently and opened the door for him.
There was in fact a small group of men huddled near a curtain. They were all so different, different bodies, different looks, yet there was one thing all had in common. That frightened look in their eyes. "Took you long enough, You've been requested to be auctioned off first so get out there." The only clothed man pointed to the curtain.
First? He was going first?
The naked men pushed him towards the curtain, each happy that it was not him going up on block. "Now boy!" With one final push Riley was through the curtain and on a small dais. There were cat calls from the audience that were sitting in rows facing him. Riley froze in place and stared down at all of the faces.
"Will all interested parties please come up to inspect the convict?"
Inspect?
Riley's breath quickened and his eyes darted around the room to find an escape route. A small round man walked up onto the dais and chuckled. "Damaged property." Several men laughed in the audience and even a few women twittered. Riley glared at the small man and shifted into a fighting stance. "Ooh, a fiesty one." The man licked his lips and looked Riley up and down.
Goosebumps ran up Riley's arms and his body shuddered, bile rising in his throat. "Settle down boy." An officer approached him from the side, a metal collar dangling from his hand. A collar?
Clinking came from behind him making him turn around. Two more officers were approaching him with chains hanging between their outstreched hands.
They were going to chain him down! No! He wouldn't let them!
Hands clamped down onto his shoulders, cold metal clamping onto his neck.
No!
Riley slammed his elbow back, connecting with the officer's large gut. The hands released his shoulders and he took the chance to take off. Riley leapt off of the dais towards the audience and the double doors at the back of the room, pushing past the startled man who had come up up to inspect him. "Stop him!" The hurt officer called out from behind him.
Men and women leapt out of his way, screams filling the air. Riley grimaced as the cuts on his body re-opened, blood dripping down his skin. A guard, one of the audience members' personal guard, tackled him from the side, slamming them both into the hard ground.
Riley cried out as his naked wounds were ground against the floor. One of the quicker officers with a wide wrist cuff knealt beside him, grabbing his flailing arm and locking the cuff into place. Terror gave Riley the extra strength he needed to push the guard off of him and pull away from the officer. He scrambled up and fled towards the doors, new screams renting the air.
I'm almost free...almost!
The doors opened in front of him, shocking him so bad he tripped over his own feet, landing face first back on the ground. "Dammit!" Riley pushed up onto his knees and stared up at the figure in the open doors.
Ice blue eyes stared down at him over a white scarf, dark blue stars twinkling brightly.
Fey eyes...she has fey eyes...
The world seemed to stop with her entrance, even the officers had stopped in their tracks. A delicate white hand reached up to pull off the scarf, shining white hair falling around a thin, delicate face. "Am I late?" The words came from pale lips, but they seemed out of place.
She's...a man?!
A/N: So I figured this was a good place to stop. I know I know, it's shorter than the last chapter but don't worry! There's much, much more to come! Remember to review and tell us what you think!