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AND AS SHE POINTED OUT: You all think I could be just another fangirl, well no. I am a fan(boy? guy? What do I call myself?!) but I am also strait, so I guess I am one of the few strait boys who write about these things :) And I don't know anything from experience either, don't go making those assumptions.
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That night he tossed and turned on the cold wooden floor. Ghirahim didn't want his sheets bloody so he sent the boy to sleep on the floor where he shivered. His back was so tender and so sore that even air hurt him. His entire body wasn't as sore but still tender from the bruises that littered his frame.
A black eye, a bruised stomach, a few broken ribs (his right wrist was still broken as well) and all because he couldn't stand up and fight the pain, those awful searing lashes. He wanted his old life back.
He remembered those days. The days where he thought his life sucked but he knew now how lucky he was then.
It's funny, Link thought to himself. The day before I was captured, I stubbed my toe on the desk and was like, 'This is the worst day of my life!' How wrong I was...
"Skychld..." Ghirahim's deceivingly silky voice ran through the air. "The smell of your blood is driving me... insane." The boy gulped and moved closer to the wall.
Ghirahim chuckled. "Struggling is futile your know. You remind me a lot of myself when I was a young demon." Link's ears perked up slightly as he listened closer. "Yes, I did rebel master when he slaughtered my parents in front of me and kidnapped me. I was just like you, I owned nothing. Not a scrap of anything. Then I gave in. Oh how my life changed! I was healed, given as much food as I could stand, given magic, a room, clothes, everything. It can be yours too. Just give in. Bow to us."
Link visibly shook his head.
"You can't change the fact that she died. Move on. Why would you worship a dead goddess?" The demon lord scoffed.
"She'd do the same for me!" He burst out suddenly, now burning with anger.
"Oh please. Get your mind out of the sky and face reality. You aren't her first hero. There was one before you. Same spirit, name, body, different soul."
"What are you talking about?" Link gulped wincing as he moved slightly.
"Yes, he was imprisoned I believe. Tortured, yet still unbreakable. Hylia thought that would make him stronger. Well as a young demon I met him in the crowds of Hyrule-"
"Hyrule? Where's that?"
"You're in Hyrule. The entire surface was known as Hyrule, until you ridiculous humans changed it. Anyways, there was a castle town, some place named Kakariko, Ordon, and many others. He saved Hyrule and blah blah blah. But, the King of the demonic realm plotted his attack. He framed the hero for many deeds making it so the hero got imprisoned. On his 23rd birthday, the princess who is the ancestor to your goddess freed him. Her name was also Zelda." Ghirahim rolled his eyes. "The only reason was for him to fight the Demon King, and he accepted. The princess was soon killed, and Hylia came to the land to bestow her blessing to the hero. She then scattered the skies with your stupid Loftwings, but she always kept close to the red one. I remember her swooping down on the crimson one, the hero's amazed look as the guards tried to shoot her down." Ghirahim paused.
"That's all fake." Link scoffed crossing his arms and almost instantly regretting the movement. "How did we end up in the sky then huh? Why isn't this in any of our books?" Link asked.
"You ask too many questions child." Ghirahim sighed. "So she gave him back his sword, but it was different than before because she had taken her divine knowledge and placed it into the blade so it may guide him. She ran like the coward she was, and the hero fought my master. I watched as master stabbed him in the stomach yet he did not falter. And so suddenly master was gone. The hero stumbled to a rock where he separated the land creating Skyloft and he soon died. So you see? Hylia did not once care about her hero to save his life."
"But it doesn't make any sense!" The fallen hero yelled. "Zelda loved me!"
"No she used you!" Ghirahim yelled back. "If another girl on the island was captured would you have cared?"
"Yes-"
"Wrong! You would've put your head in the ground and hid. She used you! If you would've died, she would've made a new hero, she would've just let you die just like the one before you. She never loved you and the one before you thought the same thing you do now."
Ghirahim looked to the corner, his nose twitched as the light essence of water and traces of salt reached his nose. "Pathetic."
"Well I'm sorry but I am a human! I do have emotions! I had a home and you took it from me! You took everything!"
"But you would've done the same if the battle was in your favor, except you would've taken my life. We didn't take yours." Ghirahim sighed as the boy only cried harder. "How old are you boy? 18? Definitely not 20."
"I'm 15." Link replied faintly.
"15? Wow. Hylia was not nice to you. The last hero was 21. He was a man, yet you are a boy! A child even!" Ghirahim chuckled. "Come here boy. I will wrap your wounds so blood doesn't stain my floor." Ghirahim casually stood making his way to the door. He stopped and looked the the boy who was struggling to get up. The demon lord patiently waited, finally helping the boy to the bathroom.
The next morning, Link had made it to the throne room fifteen minutes early which surprised the demons.
"Well hero. I see my punishment has gotten through to you." Demise grumbled. The smell of blood and dirt was definitely noticed by both demons. Revenge was still eating Demise away and the demon King wanted nothing more than to beat the hero to death. "Today you will clean the floors, my swords, and you will feed the chu chus. Now get out of my sight." Demise waved his hand and watched at the hero took a painful bow and left. But he would not kill the hero. Link was of great use to them.
"Master?" Ghirahim asked noticing the thought in the King's eyes.
"Progress Ghirahim. He bowed without being commanded and he did not grumble about his chores. See to it an outfit is made for preparation. His day is coming he wont resist it now."
"Yes master." Ghirahim couldn't hide the smirk.
"I want it like yours but black. He is still a slave and here only for my pleasure. I want to see every curve on his body as if he wore nothing at all." Demise commanded.
"I will work on it immediately. I also request for him to have a bath tonight. Last night when I was sleeping with him, I couldn't erase the stench from my nose."
"Fine. He is in need of one. It has been three weeks since his last bath." Demise agreed. Silence floated through the air as both demons just sat there watching bokoblins scurry about on the polished golden floors.
"Master..." Ghirahim stood from his seat and made his way over to his master. "I see you are upset, is there... anything I can do to make you feel better?"
"I knew you wouldn't wait much longer." Demise scoffed. "On your knees." And Ghirahim obeyed with a grin of victory.
Link had just finished feeding the yellow chu chus. He hated the damn things that sparked with electricity when he neared. The problem with feeding chu chus is that you have to stick the food into their jelly bodies and push it to their center. Link did admit it was pretty neat watching the food break down to nothing in mere seconds.
Demise only gave him this job as punishment, a way of torture, but Demise didn't know that Link figured out a trick. He would just force all chu chus of the same colors together and he would feed one big one instead of dozens of tiny ones.
Without a second thought he stumbled out of the dark glowing room and into the bright glamorous hallways filled with statues and golden frames. The carpet was blood red, the walls white as snow, and everything else was platinum, gold, or silver. There were even crystal chandeliers hanging from the tall ceilings. But he could look at the decor later, right now he needed to report back to Demise.
The teen itched at the bandaged around his torso, the seemingly soft material was now leaving angry marks along his stomach and chest. Every step was a wave of searing pain but he could make it. He had to. Just the fact that he could be raped then and there was enough motivation to keep him going.
His heavily bandaged hand almost reached the door when it disappeared and another door reappeared in front of him.
"You stink Skychild, Master commanded a bath." Link sighed at his masters voice and dropped his hand.
"You could at least warn me before you move me to another part of the castle." Link stated.
"Oh please. I'd like to keep the excitement in your life." Link bit his tongue wanting to say something but going against it. "Well what are you waiting for? Go on in."
"But this is your private..." Link trailed off in realization. They were giving him a taste of luxury in order to turn him faster. No! He would not give up no matter what.
Before he knew it, the boy was pushed into the room and the door was closed and locked. The boy sighed and scratched his head. He had never been in here before. How would he know where everything was? Or even what to use?
Whatever... He thought. I guess I'll just rinse off. The teen turned around and let his jaw drop as he took in the sight around him. Sure he was expecting luxury but this was beyond luxury.
The floor was made of white marble, the walls covered in crimson wall paper with white diamonds along the edges. The bathtub (more like swimming pool) was gold with red rupees along the top. There were counters along the walls that held bottles of who-knew-what in them. And just to complete the room, there was a golden chandelier hanging over the tub, holding candles that smelt like cinnamon.
There were no words that could describe the room he was standing in. Alone, this room would make Link a millionaire. He'd have rupees to throw away. Hell, his great-grandchildren would never work a day in their lives.
"Well Skychild, stop your gawking and get in." The teen jumped out of his skin as he saw Ghirahim sitting in the steaming hot water casually sipping red wine. Or maybe it was blood.
"It's just... I mean... H-How did...?"
"Magic," Ghirahim started taking a sip of his drink. "Is truly a glorious thing. While I was stalking you, I'd just snap my fingers and I replace the horrid green rupees I found with the glamorous silver, gold, and red."
"So that's why my pockets got so heavy..." Link muttered thinking back.
"Well anyways come here and rinse the filth from your body. Then afterwards we'll have dinner." The demon lord smiled and flicked his hair from his face, but of course, it fell back in place. "Your eye... it's disgusting. Come here." Link was hesitant before he walked forward.
"Why would you heal me? I'm just a stupid human after all."
"No, you're my stupid human. There is a difference." Ghirahim chuckled snapping his fingers. "And I don't think master wants blood all over his carpet."
Link winced as his skin was suddenly forcefully stretched in order to heal faster, the bruises along his body dissolved into nothing. And just like that, he wasn't hunched over in pain, his eye wasn't swollen shut anymore. It felt amazing. This was the first time in the demon's care that he was healed fully. Not even a scratch was on his skin any more.
"Now Skychild come here and wash the blood off of yourself. I know somewhere under that filth is blonde hair." Ghirahim motioned for the boy to sit next to him. Link obeyed, slowly walking to the edge before dipping his foot into the clear, warm, relaxing water. Link sighed peacefully as his muscles relaxed and the usual sticky feeling was replaced by warm water, rinsing the dirt and body fluid off of him.
Link jumped as a cold gel was spread across his back. "Don't be alarmed, I am only rinsing you of your blood." The boy sighed and enjoyed the feeling of his back being rubbed by smooth delicate fingers. But even in the warm water, Ghirahim's fingers were still as cold as ice.
"Why didn't you just kill me? Why do you let me live?" Link asked suddenly staring at the water below.
"Well not to be cruel but you are a trophy, a prize any demon would want as their own. You are worth more rupees than this entire mansion. But I do admit that I have grown attached to your presence, and I simply adore that smile you own. You truly are a precious gem." Ghirahim sighed stroking the blonde hair beneath him. "And to put the cherry on top, your body is so..." Ghirahim licked his lips. "Delicious."
Link shuttered at this hating how the demon said that word.
"Sorry we are late master." Ghirahim bowed in the dining room. "Link here couldn't hold back his true desires."
Link bit his tongue. Oh yes Ghirahim. Getting raped while taking a bath, that's been my life long dream. Before I'd go to bed as a child, I'd lay there and think, 'Wow... I really want someone to rape me in the tub tomorrow.' Yeah, this totally made my day.
"Skychild, you should eat while you still can. Dinner after all is served." Ghirahim smirked.
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