Knights on a Winged Horse
Disclaimer: i own no FairyTail
Author's note: sorry for the late update! I really don't have an excuse except school and other stuff. My time management sucks.
Chapter 3 - Loss
Lucy P.O.V
I open my eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. I notice that I'm lying on something soft and my arms are above my head. I attempt to get up but my body wont move. I lift my head and try to take in my surroundings. I'm in a small room without a door and next to no furnishings. There is a large table on one side of the room with a pole attached to the head and a chair in the corner. I release a breath I hadn't known I was holding when I saw my belt, whip, and keys on a pile of folded material. I feel the blood drain from my face as I realise that i'm now practically defenceless. I look down at my self and see that my clothes are in tatters, barely covering me, which would explain the goosebumps all over my body from the cold. I observe the rest of the room. I'm restrained with my hands above head, tied to a pole like the one on the table, except its at the head of the bed. I also notice that there are what look like shackles attached to the wall and a small box in the corner under the chair. I continue to scan the room as I vainly struggle with my bonds. Just as I give up on getting out of my bonds, the wall opposite me begins to converge, a man sized hole appearing in the centre. I hold my breath as I notice a tall figure come through. It was a tall man with spiky blond hair and a scar near his eye. He wore a half shirt and genie pants. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped as I recognised him. It was Sting, the dragon slayer from Sabertooth that laughed at me when I was defeated by Minerva. He smirked once he saw the recognition in my eyes.
"Recognise me Blondie?"
I nod, not trusting my voice. I pull my legs up to my chest, trying to make myself smaller.
"I bet you're wondering what you're doing here, and what I'm doing with a group of dirty perverts. Well, I think that I could tell you." He sits on the table and crosses his legs, making himself comfortable. "After the Grand Magic Games, Master kicked me and Rouge out of Sabertooth. However, instead of sticking with Rouge and making a new life, I took my own path. I decided to make my own guild and become its master. I found some underlings and made myself the master of the Dark Guild, Hotrod. It's a strange name isn't it? Well, the aim of my guild is to have fun with any unsuspecting ladies we come across. We capture them and bring them to our guild base where I get first pickings you see." I realise what he was saying and began to connect the dots, me, barely covered, on a bed and restrained, captured by a perverted guild, the guild master with a crooked grin on his face as he looked my up and down. I begin to struggle desperately against my bonds. I'm still a virgin! I promised Mama that I would stay pure till I was married to the one I love. This can't be happening! I look back at my captor and realise with a sickening dread that he had begun to strip his clothes off.
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I out in pain. "I told you didn't I?" He said, reaching up to smack me cross the other cheek "I blame FairyTail for the way I am now, and you being a hot, sexy little fairy, can take the brunt of my revenge, so don't expect me to be gentle in the slightest, I'm gonna hit you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a week!" He grin evilly at the last part before punching, kicking and biting wherever he can. I whimper, trying my best from giving him the satisfaction of knowing he caused me pain. Soon he grows tired of hitting me and starts to leave a trail of bite marks up to my neck, my chin, then my ear. I let out a small scream as he pierces my left lobe with his sharp canine teeth. I feel the blood slowly flowing down my neck and I turn my head so that the pillow stems the flow. I look back up at him after a minute and see him staring at me with an unnerving intensity. He grins evilly at me before he starts to rake his sharp nails down across my stomach, leaving gashes deep enough to draw blood. He makes his way down to my skirt, and tears it off, leaving me barely covered. I try to move my legs in a way that covers me but he grabs them quickly, spreading them wide, stretching my muscles causing me to scream at the top of my lungs.
My voice hoarse, my body ravaged, my whole being completely exhausted, I close my eyes to the torture and stop resistance.
I feel myself loosing consciousness, falling in the deep pit of pain, the world goes black.