Fan Fiction ❯ The Night is Young ❯ Please Don't Leave Me ( Prologue )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: infallible 
Riella reflects as Ryo recuperates...short and a bit vague but don't worry all will be explained in due time...
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.25.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 537 | Visits: 336 | Status: Completed
Riella reflects as Ryo recuperates...short and a bit vague but don't worry all will be explained in due time...
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.25.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 537 | Visits: 336 | Status: Completed
Riella's face contorted into a worried frown as she gently smoothed the healing salve on the deep and luridly red welts welling with blood on Ryo's back. Ryo lay beneath her, stretched across the filthy mattress furnishing their tiny cell, trying to control the sobs building in his throat as he attempted to muffle his whimpers of pain in the tattered cloth of his grimy shirt. She could feel him trembling with repressed angst under the delicate touches of her healing fingers as she softly eased parts of the shredded clothing aside and tenderly cleaned the wounds that were revealed with the dirty water given by their guards.
Within the first few days, Riella had given up hope of anyone ever coming to save the two of them from their torturous predicament. They would probably even end up dying in this Hell-hole of a dungeon, Ryo's body finally suffering too much from one too many 'sessions' with their captors, and her dying of heartbreak and despair after Ryo departs, leaving her stranded alone and victim to insanity.
Suddenly, she heard Ryo gasp from his sprawled position beneath her, and flatten himself even more so into the soiled mattress. She realized with a start that she must have pressed too hard on one of his wounds.
"Sorry," she apologized to the shivering form below, soothingly stroking his now blood-matted ice blue spikes of hair, as she began to quietly hum a sweet tune from their homeland, the Isles. At the sound of the once familiar melody, Ryo slowly began to relax until he finally succumbed to the inviting darkness of slumber.
Looking down at him, Riella smiled, abate sadly, at how much more at peace Ryo appeared while unconscious. His eyes were lightly shut, and for once there were no furrows in his forehead to indicate trepidation. His lips were smoothed into a thin line yet still looking as supple as ever despite the split at the right edge or the trickling blood at the left corner. All in all, his face displayed that of an angle's, even with the tear tracks and bloody gauges marring his cheeks or the bruises painting his features with varying shades of purple and blue. Ryo was still beautiful despite all he had been through...she only hoped it might last.
Sighing at the hopeful undertones of her thoughts, she quickly turned to yank the tattered sheet at the foot of the bed up to her and her sleeping companion. She had been using bits and pieces of the cloth to bandage Ryo for the last few days of their imprisonment and so there wasn't much left, but she would have to make do. She dragged the remnant up to their bodies, but soon noticed with despair that there was only enough to cover one person. Without hesitation she fluffed it out to its full length and laid it fully over Ryo's massacred body.
Snuggling closer to the unconscious man trapped in the same Hell as she only under worst circumstances, Riella fell asleep with an arm loosely draped across Ryo's waste, knowing that he needed every little piece of warmth and protection he could possibly get more than she ever would.
Within the first few days, Riella had given up hope of anyone ever coming to save the two of them from their torturous predicament. They would probably even end up dying in this Hell-hole of a dungeon, Ryo's body finally suffering too much from one too many 'sessions' with their captors, and her dying of heartbreak and despair after Ryo departs, leaving her stranded alone and victim to insanity.
Suddenly, she heard Ryo gasp from his sprawled position beneath her, and flatten himself even more so into the soiled mattress. She realized with a start that she must have pressed too hard on one of his wounds.
"Sorry," she apologized to the shivering form below, soothingly stroking his now blood-matted ice blue spikes of hair, as she began to quietly hum a sweet tune from their homeland, the Isles. At the sound of the once familiar melody, Ryo slowly began to relax until he finally succumbed to the inviting darkness of slumber.
Looking down at him, Riella smiled, abate sadly, at how much more at peace Ryo appeared while unconscious. His eyes were lightly shut, and for once there were no furrows in his forehead to indicate trepidation. His lips were smoothed into a thin line yet still looking as supple as ever despite the split at the right edge or the trickling blood at the left corner. All in all, his face displayed that of an angle's, even with the tear tracks and bloody gauges marring his cheeks or the bruises painting his features with varying shades of purple and blue. Ryo was still beautiful despite all he had been through...she only hoped it might last.
Sighing at the hopeful undertones of her thoughts, she quickly turned to yank the tattered sheet at the foot of the bed up to her and her sleeping companion. She had been using bits and pieces of the cloth to bandage Ryo for the last few days of their imprisonment and so there wasn't much left, but she would have to make do. She dragged the remnant up to their bodies, but soon noticed with despair that there was only enough to cover one person. Without hesitation she fluffed it out to its full length and laid it fully over Ryo's massacred body.
Snuggling closer to the unconscious man trapped in the same Hell as she only under worst circumstances, Riella fell asleep with an arm loosely draped across Ryo's waste, knowing that he needed every little piece of warmth and protection he could possibly get more than she ever would.