Attractions of a Carnal Nature
By: Chaosticsoul
Genre: Angst/Romance
Paring: Eyes/Ayumu
Summary: The musings of Ayumu on his new obsession, Eyes Ruthford. But is this an obsession? A unyielding lust? A desperate love? Perhaps even a doomed man's last wish . . ?
Disclaimer: I do not own Spiral, I just use it for my own sick pleasure ^_^
Warnings: DARK! Mentions of rape, incest, abuse, self mutilation, suicide, death . . . get the picture? And lets not forget yaoiy goodness, solo, anal, oral, humiliation, slave . . . and its also VERY AU (just takes a few facts from here and there . . . )
AN:
To SuspendedSilverWing:
Thank you so much for your review~ It was very encouraging and just really awesome. Yes, I am pretty much okay from the car accident, though the car was totaled. My side took the most damage but I only got some (quite painful) bruises. And no one will be asking him that. Because there is no good answer x3 because eyes has pretty hair. There, that's why. =D
Part: 4/?
-Phantom Pains: 4-
It hurts today.
My arm had been hurting along where the scar is, and is accompanied by a burning pain, as if Ihe/I is hunting me again. He would wound me, breaking bones or slashing skin, then let me run. When I was hiding, praying he wouldn't find me, he would appear before me. He would roughly pull me out of my hiding spot, and then force me to my knees. Sometimes he would make me suck on him, and sometimes he would just beat me more.
It hurt.
Those weren't the worse days though. The worse was when his friends would come over. He would have me chained to his bed naked, letting the touch me. I had no say, in fact if I said anything I was hurt. But he was possessive. He had set boundaries on what they could do. They could touch me anywhere, say whatever they wanted, but never any more. Once when he left the room to get a phine call one of his friend forced into me, making me scream. I called for my brother, and he came running. He broke the guy's arm and sent everyone from the house.
He was sweet to me after that happened. He held me for hours, letting me cry as I shook from the fear. My brother had never fucked me without preparing me and using lubricant. That man had, and it had hurt so much. It was time like this that I loved my master more than anyone.
But now he's gone.
He left to fin the blade children, and never came back to me. He could be dead. He could be with his new slut, memory of me forgotten. I'm sure he told the blade children about me, I can see it in the way some of them look at me, in the way that I feel a stab of shame when they mention my brother in any way. I can still see my brother forcing me to be his slut, raping me in front of others, and I can feel the loss now that he's gone.
My master is gone, and I have no one to control me except for these memories . . .
. . . and my phantom pains.