Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Always and Forever There ❯ The past returning ( Chapter 1 )

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The Past Returning   Prologue. Hell Comes In Many Forms.   Disclaimer, I own nothing except the originality of this story.   Warnings, future adult themes, violence, slash.   Okay here is a short first chapter. A prologue please read and review. I hope you all enjoy it. R&R.   56888888886788    It was dark, it was cold, and the wind howling outside caused his back to arch painfully as tremors of fear overtook his ravished, marred form. Pain, the tortuous feeling that came attached to this word, he was unfortunate enough not to elude its meaning. Though by now, everything was routine, everything was expected, and everything screamed. It was dark, it was cold, that fact was ever present in his mind. It would never change; it would never be anything else. That was… unless he changed it. Hn, the ludicrously of that thought made him nearly smirk and laugh….nearly. To do something like that now was as achievable as defying the gods. Perfectly capable though insinuating consequences worse than where he was.    It was dark, there was no reason no meaning for him to lift his lids and allow his eyes to view the entrapment that he was foreclosed in. After all, all he would see was obscurity; consuming, permanent obscurity. It was suffocating. It was condemning, it was forcing. Reversion back to a simple, brain dead animal threatened to take place. Threatened to force him to nearly lose what was left of his mind and scream into the nothingness. All this was everlasting, his punishment for insolence. It was cold, he thought distantly. It was always cold. The wind that from the outside had found crack and crumbling pieces of stone to slip in and infiltrate the prison that he was confined it. It perfect frozen touch loved to torment his skin.  Freezing him to the bone was its favorite game. Making him consider the hideous and grotesque thought of begging. Pleading, until his voice became raw to be held against something, anything that contained even a miniscule shred of warmth. However, what was left of his selfish pride wouldn’t allow him to commit such an act.        Movement served no purpose to him now. The act was useless and deserved to be butchered. Even if he wished to stretch his limbs he couldn’t. Pinned, chained to a wall as filthy and revolting as the dark he could be found. Spiders, bugs, thing of a twisted nature that screamed, “I go bump in the night,” crawled along his skin. However, by now the thought of them hardly made him squirm. Dried, flecked, and peeling blood of the darkest burgundy coated his skin. That was how he was left, ashamed and left vulnerable to everything. A pet, a creature whose soul purpose was to please another that was what he was reduced to. If he thought about it long enough, the distinct flavor of rage would return to him and he growl into the dark. If he thought about it long enough, memories of his old self would return to him. He thought about it long enough he would be compelled to move and finally change the situation that chained him to the label of a pet. If he thought about it long enough, well he had thought about it long enough.         TBC….                    
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