Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ To Freedom ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Divanora 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Psychological / Angst / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.15.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 501 | Status: Work In Progress
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Psychological / Angst / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.15.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 501 | Status: Work In Progress
I was alone in that room for days. Weeks maybe. I think. I don’t know how long I sat there; there wasn’t any natural light and I don’t know when I originally woke up. There was a bucket of dirty water that I finally caved and drank from when my thirst got too bad, but I drank as little as possible. Gods only know what filth was it in and I didn’t really want to get sick in here.
I was starting to wonder why they had left me in here. Did they forget about me? Were they planning on executing a bunch of us all at once? Or maybe they were stringing them out? I was almost looking forward to it. I was starving, sore from sleeping on the cold ground, and completely alone. I kept hoping for food, but I realized it was a rather stupid thought. Why would they waste food on someone who was scheduled to die? Oh gods. Die. I was going to die. Saying ‘executed’ just didn’t really make it seem real. It seemed like a punishment, like I was just going to go out, be punished or caned or whatever, and then sent back home. Death just sounds more permanent. I mean, I’m fourteen, I won’t even be considered an adult for six more years. I won’t get my full horns until then. No. Now I’ll never get my full horns. They’ve been bound, and even if someone were to take it off now, they’d always be stunted. No matter what happens, even if I get out of here somehow, I’ll always been seen as less, as weak. And right now I feel weak. I mean, I have spent the last - day - week - month - lifetime - however long I’ve been in here crying. I curled back up in a ball - I had found that if I kept the lower wing folded tight into my back I had enough chain to use my other wing as a blanket. It made me feel a little less vulnerable. I laid down with my back to the wall, facing the door that no one ever came through. I just wanted someone to come through it. Come in and tell me the punishment’s over, I can go home.
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I woke up some time later to voices. I still felt foggy, and I cursed myself for drinking the water. Sitting as still as possible, I tried to listen to what the two were saying without letting them know I woke up.
One voice sounded cold, and it sent shivers down my spine. Whoever was talking was not someone I wanted to mess with. The other sounded sibilant, and I could tell it was either a serpent were or a Naga. Now I was even more confused; they were non-human as well, so why weren’t they locked up as well?
“Are you sure this is it?” Cold voice asked.
There was something that sounded like a chuckle and the serpent responded. “Yesss. The massster wants to have complete control over ssssomething asss powerful assss it isss. You will train it accordingly?”
There was a pause, then the other came back. “Yes, I can train it. It’s not what I’m used to, but they all break.”
Break? Train? What in the nine hells were they talking about? It was getting obvious that I wasn’t back in Catonia, but then where the hell was I? Why was I being held like this? And most importantly, where were my parents?
“How long?”
“Six months is the standard, but with males it usually either takes two or some even take a year. It depends on what finally breaks them”
“Fine. Keep me posssted on your progresss. Remember, the massster wants it broken, not a sssshell.”
“Yes, yes, I understand. Now let me do my job in peace.”
There was more hissing laughter and footsteps away. Well, at least I knew now it was a shifter and not a Naga. Not that I could see how that knowledge would do me any good. There was another set of footsteps that got closer to me and I realized that the other one was in my…room. Cell. Whatever. Which gave me a very bad feeling that that conversation was about me.
I didn’t move as the man stood above me, but I couldn’t stop my heart from beating faster. I got a kick in the ribs and I groaned before I could stop it.
“Wake up. Feeding time.”
Food? That sounded too good to be true, especially after being kicked. I rubbed at my bruised side, grateful that the rib didn’t seem broken. But he had scrapped off a few scales, and that wasn’t pleasant.
“Are you deaf beast?” A bowl was pushed in front of my face with half rancid meat. “Eat.”
I felt nauseous looking at what he expected to eat, and temper got the best of me. “Where am I? You can’t keep me here! And I’m not eating that, that…shit!” I tried not to curse since it usually got me a swat to the head, but I don’t think even my mother would blame me for cursing in this circumstance. What I got instead was a backhanded slap to my face. I went flying backwards, crushing my wings, and hurting my already bruised rib.
“Listen beast, you will do as I say, you will not talk, and you will be grateful for whatever you get. You are nothing, no one is coming for you. The ship we got you off of went down and we made sure the only one that got off it was you. Even if you had anyone other than those pathetic creatures you called parents, they won’t come looking for you. You are nothing but a beast, a dog, and you will stay in your place.” With that he jerked my head forward, until my face was in the bowl, and I got a good whiff of the rotting meat. Gagging I tried to pull back up but he wasn’t having any of it. Holding my head down with one hand, he forced my mouth open with the other. Now the smell was even worse and I could taste it as well. “Well dog? Are you going to eat? We’ll stay like this until you do.” I was getting sick of being called beast and dog, but it was worse to have my face in that disgusting bowl. I finally grabbed a piece of the meat - I really didn’t want to think what it came from - with my teeth and tried to chew and swallow as quickly as I could. The man tsked at me. “Slowly mutt; don’t want to choke. I know how good it tastes, but you won’t be able to get the flavour if you eat it too fast.”
We continued like that, me bent over the bowl, the smell of the rancid meat making me struggle to keep what I ate down, and him holding me and making sadistic comments, until the bowl was empty. My stomach was turning, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep it down much longer. As soon as I swallowed the last piece he released my hair and I lost the contents of my stomach. I could tell without even looking up the man was furious. I scrambled up and rushed to the other side of the room. A cruel smile spread over his face, and I couldn’t help the low growl and the mantling of my wings. He turned and walked out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him. I straightened up from my defensive position and stared at the door in confusion. Yea, it was gross to have to be in the same room as where I threw up, but hells, I had been forced to piss in here as well, the smell couldn’t get much worse.
Apparently this was all part of the ‘training’ business the men were discussing. I shuddered, it seemed like I had ended up in one of those places who assumed that if you don’t look human, you’re just an animal. Which was really bad for me, because no one in authority would help me. I fought down my panic; it couldn’t be too bad. This ‘master’ person wanted me as some sort of exotic pet. They’d ‘ooh’ and ‘aaah’ at my wings and horns and compliment him on taming such a fierce beast. There would have to be a chance to get away; even if they never unchained my wings someone would slip eventually.
Before I could start planning my escape, the door opened again and the man slipped through, smile still permanently in place. “Since you don’t seem to get your position here beast, I thought I’d give you a hand remembering it. I was going to wait until the next feeding time, but we’ll push it a bit since you seemed to enjoy your meal so much.” I tried to back away from him, but my back was already to the wall. A punch to my midsection and I was hunched over. Another and I was on the floor gasping for air. I heard and felt chains go around my bent knees and wrists. I tried to pull away and he wrapped more chains around my waist. He got back up, still grinning, and walked towards the door. “Have a good night mutt.”
I tried to stand up, and realized that the chains kept me on my hands and knees. They were attached to the chain on my wings and both were hooked up to the collar. Absolutely miserable, I tried to curl up in the position I had found, but now I couldn’t even use my wing as a blanket. Exhausted, I passed out anyway.
I was starting to wonder why they had left me in here. Did they forget about me? Were they planning on executing a bunch of us all at once? Or maybe they were stringing them out? I was almost looking forward to it. I was starving, sore from sleeping on the cold ground, and completely alone. I kept hoping for food, but I realized it was a rather stupid thought. Why would they waste food on someone who was scheduled to die? Oh gods. Die. I was going to die. Saying ‘executed’ just didn’t really make it seem real. It seemed like a punishment, like I was just going to go out, be punished or caned or whatever, and then sent back home. Death just sounds more permanent. I mean, I’m fourteen, I won’t even be considered an adult for six more years. I won’t get my full horns until then. No. Now I’ll never get my full horns. They’ve been bound, and even if someone were to take it off now, they’d always be stunted. No matter what happens, even if I get out of here somehow, I’ll always been seen as less, as weak. And right now I feel weak. I mean, I have spent the last - day - week - month - lifetime - however long I’ve been in here crying. I curled back up in a ball - I had found that if I kept the lower wing folded tight into my back I had enough chain to use my other wing as a blanket. It made me feel a little less vulnerable. I laid down with my back to the wall, facing the door that no one ever came through. I just wanted someone to come through it. Come in and tell me the punishment’s over, I can go home.
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I woke up some time later to voices. I still felt foggy, and I cursed myself for drinking the water. Sitting as still as possible, I tried to listen to what the two were saying without letting them know I woke up.
One voice sounded cold, and it sent shivers down my spine. Whoever was talking was not someone I wanted to mess with. The other sounded sibilant, and I could tell it was either a serpent were or a Naga. Now I was even more confused; they were non-human as well, so why weren’t they locked up as well?
“Are you sure this is it?” Cold voice asked.
There was something that sounded like a chuckle and the serpent responded. “Yesss. The massster wants to have complete control over ssssomething asss powerful assss it isss. You will train it accordingly?”
There was a pause, then the other came back. “Yes, I can train it. It’s not what I’m used to, but they all break.”
Break? Train? What in the nine hells were they talking about? It was getting obvious that I wasn’t back in Catonia, but then where the hell was I? Why was I being held like this? And most importantly, where were my parents?
“How long?”
“Six months is the standard, but with males it usually either takes two or some even take a year. It depends on what finally breaks them”
“Fine. Keep me posssted on your progresss. Remember, the massster wants it broken, not a sssshell.”
“Yes, yes, I understand. Now let me do my job in peace.”
There was more hissing laughter and footsteps away. Well, at least I knew now it was a shifter and not a Naga. Not that I could see how that knowledge would do me any good. There was another set of footsteps that got closer to me and I realized that the other one was in my…room. Cell. Whatever. Which gave me a very bad feeling that that conversation was about me.
I didn’t move as the man stood above me, but I couldn’t stop my heart from beating faster. I got a kick in the ribs and I groaned before I could stop it.
“Wake up. Feeding time.”
Food? That sounded too good to be true, especially after being kicked. I rubbed at my bruised side, grateful that the rib didn’t seem broken. But he had scrapped off a few scales, and that wasn’t pleasant.
“Are you deaf beast?” A bowl was pushed in front of my face with half rancid meat. “Eat.”
I felt nauseous looking at what he expected to eat, and temper got the best of me. “Where am I? You can’t keep me here! And I’m not eating that, that…shit!” I tried not to curse since it usually got me a swat to the head, but I don’t think even my mother would blame me for cursing in this circumstance. What I got instead was a backhanded slap to my face. I went flying backwards, crushing my wings, and hurting my already bruised rib.
“Listen beast, you will do as I say, you will not talk, and you will be grateful for whatever you get. You are nothing, no one is coming for you. The ship we got you off of went down and we made sure the only one that got off it was you. Even if you had anyone other than those pathetic creatures you called parents, they won’t come looking for you. You are nothing but a beast, a dog, and you will stay in your place.” With that he jerked my head forward, until my face was in the bowl, and I got a good whiff of the rotting meat. Gagging I tried to pull back up but he wasn’t having any of it. Holding my head down with one hand, he forced my mouth open with the other. Now the smell was even worse and I could taste it as well. “Well dog? Are you going to eat? We’ll stay like this until you do.” I was getting sick of being called beast and dog, but it was worse to have my face in that disgusting bowl. I finally grabbed a piece of the meat - I really didn’t want to think what it came from - with my teeth and tried to chew and swallow as quickly as I could. The man tsked at me. “Slowly mutt; don’t want to choke. I know how good it tastes, but you won’t be able to get the flavour if you eat it too fast.”
We continued like that, me bent over the bowl, the smell of the rancid meat making me struggle to keep what I ate down, and him holding me and making sadistic comments, until the bowl was empty. My stomach was turning, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep it down much longer. As soon as I swallowed the last piece he released my hair and I lost the contents of my stomach. I could tell without even looking up the man was furious. I scrambled up and rushed to the other side of the room. A cruel smile spread over his face, and I couldn’t help the low growl and the mantling of my wings. He turned and walked out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him. I straightened up from my defensive position and stared at the door in confusion. Yea, it was gross to have to be in the same room as where I threw up, but hells, I had been forced to piss in here as well, the smell couldn’t get much worse.
Apparently this was all part of the ‘training’ business the men were discussing. I shuddered, it seemed like I had ended up in one of those places who assumed that if you don’t look human, you’re just an animal. Which was really bad for me, because no one in authority would help me. I fought down my panic; it couldn’t be too bad. This ‘master’ person wanted me as some sort of exotic pet. They’d ‘ooh’ and ‘aaah’ at my wings and horns and compliment him on taming such a fierce beast. There would have to be a chance to get away; even if they never unchained my wings someone would slip eventually.
Before I could start planning my escape, the door opened again and the man slipped through, smile still permanently in place. “Since you don’t seem to get your position here beast, I thought I’d give you a hand remembering it. I was going to wait until the next feeding time, but we’ll push it a bit since you seemed to enjoy your meal so much.” I tried to back away from him, but my back was already to the wall. A punch to my midsection and I was hunched over. Another and I was on the floor gasping for air. I heard and felt chains go around my bent knees and wrists. I tried to pull away and he wrapped more chains around my waist. He got back up, still grinning, and walked towards the door. “Have a good night mutt.”
I tried to stand up, and realized that the chains kept me on my hands and knees. They were attached to the chain on my wings and both were hooked up to the collar. Absolutely miserable, I tried to curl up in the position I had found, but now I couldn’t even use my wing as a blanket. Exhausted, I passed out anyway.