Other Fan Fiction ❯ Chained Freedom ❯ FeAr ( Chapter 6 )

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Chapter 6: FeAr
I do not remember clearly what happened, but I knew I stayed asleep for two days by what that bastard Kuja said to me. Not that I should believe anything he says to me. That and I was in pain, my stomach was roaring and growling to be fed, but I did not want to eat. Instead I wanted to run, run far away from him, get my weapon and kill him with absolute pain and torture. Man do I want to give him a taste of my blade. I crave for his death even more with every hour, there are no minutes that pass while I'm with him where I don't feel that way. I start to wonder when my friends are going to show up- it's only been two days but it feels like two weeks! This is torture... Absolute torture. Aside from that, even if their on there way to find me I should find a way out so it can be easier for them.
Zidane lets out a yawn as he sits up with an empty stomach, his gaze falling on the figure next to him. Zidane's eyes widen. KUJA!? What is he doing laying next to ME?! He raised his hand about to strike Kuja, but was stopped when Kuja grabbed his hand, gripping it as he opened one eye revealing a beautiful purple iris staring back at him.
"May I ask what you were about to do?" Kuja looks at Zidane's blue eyes piercing it with his own purple orbs, his silver hair messily covering half his feminine face. His lips seem to curve into a pout as he stares intently at Zidane, his eyes playfully staring back at him.
Zidane glares at Kuja and makes an attempt to snatch his hand away from him, but the grip was tightened as he struggled away, "What's it to you! DON'T TOUCH ME!" Zidane pulls harder, but stops when Kuja lifts his hand up."D-Don't..." Zidane's eyes show fear, as his body trembles with remembering the pain that was caused by the silver-haired male.
Kuja smirks and reaches up to caress Zidane's chin. "Don't what?" he asks teasingly.
Zidane pulls away, trying to refrain from being in contact with Kuja. "Just leave me alone..." I hate this! Being dressed like this, being touched by him, being stared down by him... being this close to him! It's so frustrating! I want to know why. What does he want from me?!
Kuja shakes his head and stands up, fixing his hair. "At least you stopped using that crude language that you were using on me earlier." he said with a sigh. "It's simply... unattractive to see you talk like that towards your master."
Zidane murmurs something under his breath and he feels his stomach ache for food, rubbing his stomach as he licks his lower lip, remembering the taste of food he had not long ago. Whatever you sick bastard! Once Bartz and Leon come here I'll claim power over that wretched body of yours and make you feel what I feel now!
Kuja latches a chain on Zidane's metal collar, pulling him off the bed toward the bathroom. "Come slave." he says casually with a proud smile, smug with his control over the other.
Zidane almost falls losing his balance he angrily pulls himself back up, but flunges forward stumbling. "STOP! FUCK KUJA WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU TAKING ME LET GO!" he bares his teeth angrily pulling back regardless of how futile it was to try Kuja was much more stronger than him.
"To the bathroom. If we don't get your back cleaned up you'll get an infection, and that would be more work for me." Kuja enters the bathroom and pulls Zidane forward. "You do know how to turn on the water do you not?" he raises his eyebrow.
Zidane stares at the faucet angrily. I haven't bathed since I was brought here...Is he planning on watching me bathe?
"Well do you?" Kuja asks impatiently.
"Yeah I do...are you going to watch me or are you going to leave?" Zidane hissed under his breath glaring at Kuja.
"Staying. I'm going to supervise you and help you freshen up. " Kuja begins to undress Zidane.
Zidane jerks away. "Like HELL I'll LE-..." Zidane stopped mid-sentence, cowering slightly away to the side as he noticed Kuja's angry dissatisfied look, ready to strike him at the next word that would defy him. Zidane lets out a hopeless sigh. Is he being serious? He wants to stay here with me...?Why? Moving to the faucet he turns the water on, letting it run gently and touching the flow of it with the tips of his fingers, making sure it has the right temperature.
Kuja began removing Zidane's clothing.
Zidane moved away blushing. "What are you DOING?" his eyes widening, horrified.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm undressing you. You don't expect me to let you bathe with your clothes on now do you?" Kuja pulled the clothing off swiftly undressing him in a matter of seconds.
Zidane angrily covered himself glaring at Kuja menacingly. "I can undress myself GET THE FUCK OUT!" he aims to kick Kuja, but ends up hitting nothing but air. Instead he jumped up, startled by how fast Kuja was, his hot breath hitting the back of his neck and introducing shivers up his arm and to his neck.
"Like I said, I give the orders here." He hissed, yanked the chain violently, choking him and making sure Zidane was looking up at him understandingly. His purple eyes flared, looking down at him controllingly, as if to bend his slave's will.
"Tch!" Zidane continues glaring never calming down in this silent battle. He would never let this go by so easily. He wanted so badly to slit his throat, to torture him and to command him to eat dirt. He bit his lower lip as he started to run out of breath.
Kuja smiled only for a mere second. "Is that clear?"
Zidane grasped the collar with his hands curled and tense, nodding as he was unable to breathe and needed to take in the air that was so far from his reach. There was no other way.
"Good." Kuja stated simply, standing up and turning on the faucet to a higher level, more hot. He glanced over at the smaller male, amused amethyst eyes sparkling over at Zidane with a satisfied look.
Coughing and gasping he clenched more onto the collar as he breathed heavily, refusing to look at Kuja. He did not want to see the expression that was painted across his face when he could already feel his disgusting eyes staring at him from behind. Never residing, never dispersing the absolute control that he had over him. It made Zidane so mad. He gritted his teeth as his breathing became uneven. Closing his eyes and turning around hesitantly, he looked at the scalding hot water. It looked like a death wish to step into. He threw a look at Kuja accusingly.
"What's wrong, are you not going to get in?" his eyes were smiling more than his shiny pink lips were, shining brightly. His creamy cheeks lifted up to reveal a bemused smile, but it suddenly disappeared and he began tapping his foot on the pavement with impatience, clearly not his cheery self anymore. He turned the water off and continued to stare at him.
Zidane's lips curled into a pout, his tail swinging over the edge and just sparingly touching the water. Once it made contact, he jerked it back over to him, his hand rubbing the wet tip of his shocked tail. The water is boiling hot! Too hot. Why? Have I not turned the water on right? I was sure to turn the faucet just enough so that it would be hot but... not this hot. He began to open his mouth, but it stooped. Making sure to keep his male member hidden away from the other so he could not see, he leaned a little to lift out the plug and let the water drain, but the plug was out of his reach and he would have to burn himself to do that.
"May I ask what you are doing? Get in so I can clean you and then we can get some food in that empty stomach of yours. We are not going to stand here all day and wait till your ready!" he said strictly.
"It's HOT!" Zidane complained he moved his hand floating over the surface of the water. "I'll drain it then make the temperature is just right. Ok? ...you damn ass." he said cursing to Kuja making sure to mumble the last couple of words. He leaned forward, sticking out his tongue a bit in cocentration as he decided to stick in his hand fast and pull the plug, then it wouldn't hurt as much.
Kuja frowned and let out a groan, stretching his arms out and pushing Zidane in, making a loud splash as he hit the water, some of the spray glancing Kuja's face and he flinched a little, but crouched down next to the tub and let out a yawn.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Zidane cried out painfully as the water stung his wounds, making him let out a string of hisses through his lips as he adjusted. He turned to glare at Kuja and stood up shivering, the soles on his feet were in pain, but the worst part of the pain that he felt was his bruised back that began to bleed as the scabs began to dissolve. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Zidane lost it. He literally lost it. He didn't care if he would die for what he was about to do. He jumped on Kuja with a howl, tackling him enraged and began balling his fist at him like a little boy throwing a tantrum as he hit Kuja's chest.
Kuja's chuckle was interrupted by the angry blonde and he just stared at Zidane, his eyes glowed with angered fury by the actions.
Zidane let out a groan of pain that began surging his body, clenching his fists as he began gasping for air, tears forced out of his eyes. He hated this. So pathetically brought down to his knees. His honor was destroyed- it was smashed into his face like he was nothing but a helpless child. His face reddened as he began to feel dizzy and faint, his stomach twisting into a brutal churning whirlpool making him want to vomit. "S-Stop.." he forced out desperately. His pride was gone. There was no more pride for him. He was being broken, broken beyond any rights. No, he already was broken.
Kuja calmed down a bit and cocked his head to the side curiously, looking at the smaller male with his cold expression never fading. he didn't feel like stopping. He wanted to make the blonde suffer. He wanted the blonde to beg for him to stop, over and over. He heard the blonde's plea, but it wasn't enough. That definitely wasn't what he was searching for. He expected more. Much more pleasure and appeasement out of this. As much as he adored the blonde, he wanted to have control, because right now, he had no control. Then he may as well kill the blonde for the blonde was his. Zidane belonged to him, and him alone. No one else. He did not care if the blonde hated him, for he would make sure that he will love him in return eventually.
Zidane began coughing, heaving and gasping for his breath. He let out a long wail of pain, choking. He couldn't take it anymore. It felt like someone was ripping his insides, ready to rip them out of his stomach eventually. "STOP! F-FUCK, STOP I CANT!" The resistance in him started to ebb, and the pain hurt and sapped him so hard he felt like he was going to faint.
"....I c-can't...s-stop..PLEASE!" he pleaded his wet hair falling in his eyes the water dripped down his neck his body trembled uncontrollably.
"Stop?" Kuja asked innocently, as he took a step over the blonde crouching he wrapped his hands around the blonde's hair gripping it tightly and pulling it upward staring deeply into the beautiful blue orbs and studying them carefully.
"..Yes...ple..sto-.." he breathed unevenly, letting out a scream as his eyes spread tears down his cheeks. They weren't tears- it was blood, his vision going scarlet red.
Kuja didn't bat an eye at the crimson tears that began to stream down Zidane's cheek. "Stop what? Who am I? You beg me when you want something otherwise it will just get worse for you. I don't do it without reason if I must set you straight then I will not hesitate." He growled, fully sure of himself as he began to loosen his grip.
Zidane let out a sob "MASTER! M-Master...p-please..sto.." He gasped the pain was killing him. He didn't care anymore and suddenly he wanted to die. The pain was too horrible- much more horrible than it was yesterday, and he couldn't take it anymore. "Ki-Kill me...please!" he sobbed he swore that his nails were digging deep into his palm causing himself to bleed.
Kuja rolled his eyes and broke the trance that he had on Zidane. He released Zidane and with a satisfied chuckle he moved towards the door. "Clean yourself up! You disgust me. Be ready in twenty minutes, and if you are not cleaned and dressed by then, I will not hesitate to punish you. It is my duty as your master. So I will comply." with that said, he turned a heel and steeped outside the door.
Zidane breathed heavily, his heart pounding wildly. He swore it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest any minute now. He broke out into tears sniffeling to himself practically yelling he wanted to die he wanted to be free of this madness. He couldn't take it any more- was he ever going to escape?! Even if he did, what could he say to the others? Why didn't he just kill me!?
Zidane body wouldn't stop trembling. He reached up to his cheek just under the eyes. It felt sticky. He looked down at his fingers in horror, even his eyesight was hazy, but that wouldn't change what he saw, and he saw the crimson pungent blood on his fingertips. Suddenly he stood up, quickly walking over to the bathtub and sinking his body into the steaming water. It wasn't as hot as it was earlier, but it still stung his back. Zidane shivered. He couldn't waste time... how long had it been now? Five minutes? Ten? He had to hurry. He quickly dunked his head in the water and then washed his body gently.
After he finished he grabbed a nearby towel, drying himself, and he stared at it with a growing sense of trouble. He had stained it, was he going to get punished by Kuja if he stained his towel with his blood? Zidane began to tremble uncontrollably. He hurried himself to the bathroom and it felt like he hadn't gone in decades. finishing up quickly, he stared at himself in the mirror. It didn't even look like him anymore. His face carried no emotion but one- fear. Absolute fear. Droplets of water dripped from his hair, his eyes searched around for a blow-dryer, but he decided not to waste time that way. He shook the towel through his hair then looked at it again, hoping beyond hope it wasn't going to reflect another punishment upon him.
Is he going to be mad? Is he going to put me through that hell again? What do I do? I can't shake this feeling away, I can't! I just..can't! Zidane breathed unevenly tearsstreamed down his face his eyes soon jerked open as the door opened seconds later Kuja steeped in. His face grew pale he began to tremble as he gaped at the taller male in fear mixed with hate.
Kuja looked at Zidane his eyes growing hard and cold.

Well now, What will happen next???
This took me forever to come up with, apologies to all of you who read my story. I finally got really into it so I'm happy my brain is functioning ideas. Also I like to thank Shinnimus who is always helping me with corrections...always. And to those who review: Thank you! It means a lot to me when you all share your thoughts and feeling toward my story. Now- Kuja. Am I making him evil enough for you? Heh. Anyways, please review :)