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Title: Saving Ville
Authors: jimisgirl4eva
Chapter: Prologue
Fandom: Jackass/Viva L Bam/HIM
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ville/OC, Ville/Bam
Warning: Explicit gore, rape, torture, slash…..
Disclaimer: If I owned these men, do you think I’d be playing on the computer?
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Summary: When an American skater finds an abused man in the slums of Helsinki, will he be able to put all the pieces back together?
Author's Note: This is the first fic I’ve posted here… criticism is welcome, just please be gentle. Oh, it’ AU by the way.
Prologue
I’ve always had a pretty simple life. I knew I wanted to be a skater when I was as young as six. I’ve always skated, it’s my therapy for the other shit I the world.
When I was older, and after a few failed relationships, I realized girls were too complicated for me, and then I noticed how I was staring at the guys. Everyone knows I’m gay, they just don’t care.
I became famous on my show Jackass, but soon gave that up. Fame was too much for me, I couldn’t act like myself. My best friend since we were kids, Ryan Dunn, told me to come with him to Finland for a while, just to chill out and enjoy ourselves without cameras around, even though neither of us knew the language. So we put our lives on hold for a little while, and went touring round Finland, ending up in a little town called Helsinki.
I’ve been here with Ryan for around a month, and we kept to ourselves, just hanging out at bars and getting drunk all the time. I haven’t had a problem here until one night, only one night it took for my simple world to get turned upside down, that one night my world collided with that of a broken young man.
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I’ve never had a simple life or a fun life or hell, even a normal life. I’ve never really had a chance to have a life. All I have known since I was eighteen has been pain and humiliation.
It all started after my father died when I was fourteen years old. My mother was lonely and she started to see this man, she fell in love with this man named Mark. I hated him. I hated the way he looked at me when my mom wasn’t looking; it was like how a hawk looks at a mouse right before he swoops down and eats it. He always ignored me when she was around and when she wasn’t I would always make sure to be at a friends house so I didn’t have to face him.
Mark and my mom ended up getting married when I was seventeen and I had no way of escaping him. He was a drunk, he owned a bar called Dead End, and when he wasn’t drinking there, he was doing it at our home. I wasn’t happy, I was so furious I threatened to run away, and if I had known how my life would turn out to be in the next few years I would have. But I didn’t and I pay for it every night.
I graduated from high school and that summer my mom got sick and died. I planned to move to London to get a decent job, so I packed up, and said goodbye to my friends. But I never made it out of the house. I don’t remember how it happened but when I woke up I was in a small, locked room with nothing but a dirty mattress and a blanket. I was also naked and chained by my neck to the wall. The chain was just long enough to allow me out of bed and across the room but not long enough for me to reach the door. I soon discovered I was in the basement of Mark’s bar and I was to become a pleasure toy for Mark or whoever paid him the highest for the night. It was the same few people every night as not many people knew I was down here.
So here I’ve been for the past seven years as Mark’s dirty little whore of a secret, without any hope, always wishing for death. Until one night, one night when my world got turned right again, the night my world collided with that of a crazy American with eyes the colour of the sky.