Enslaved Love - 00 Prologue
Surging pain that engulfs the being whole, strangling the vessel until the conscious no longer tells the differences between reality and imagination, pain from pleasure. Maybe it was just is destiny to forever rot in this state? Maybe I was never going to be better than what he was.
A slave…
…There was no law that protected slaves from abuse, rape, or manslaughter. There was nothing that prevented them from being the victims of vicious crimes because they were not considered human.
Of course, it also depended on what kind of slave you were. If you happened to be a servant over a slave as well, you were protected by the Governments laws.
If you were nothing but a lowly pleasure slave… well, that was another story.
Blinded, gagged and bounded, I could escape the slashing pain as the blade sliced through my delicate skin. There may have been a throbbing sensation, but by now the abuse had gone on for so long I wasn’t even aware of it. I did feel the slicing of my skin, but that was just about it.
What was pain?
And what was pleasure?
Lost and confused, there was nothing left to feel. Was it okay to abandon this body for good? To finally give in to the darkness and become nothing but an empty shell that had no meaning, and no existent?
Maybe… now was the best time to finally end my own pain…
A bellowing laugh brought me back to the present, its coarse sound scrapping against my fragile mind and leaving me unable to obtain peace. “Look at the mess you made,” the man spoke with a sneer, one of disgust. “You look the same as how the Lord got you.”
I probably could have come up with a rude remark, but really, now wasn’t the time for it.
“Attacking the Lord with a fruit knife… did you think you’d get away with it?” A foot to the stomach did make me choke a noise out, but it was probably just the air escaping from my lungs. After all I was too numb to feel much anyways. “Stupid fucking dog.”
There were more bitches out there than the bastard had seen, I suppose. Maybe if the bastard stopped spending his time on his back and actually did some real work he would understand more of the world around him. Oh well, it was the ass’s fault anyways.
“Got nothing to say?!” another painful kick this time forced a whimper through the gag. The men laughed loudly before silence wrapped around him. A swish noise, like the one where a hunter’s blade was unsheathed rang in my ears and for the first time that afternoon, I began to fear the worse.
Where… were they going to use that?
Certainly not on his assets, after all, he was a pleasure slave…
Dread encased me like a cruel lover, and I began to tremble. That brought a loud laugh from the men. Their laughs echoed in the sounds of horror that they planned to inflict, but the next words chilled me to the bone.
“Chain him to the tree, just like all dogs should be,” the man purred in my ear, running a hand down my spine. I felt sick, really sick. There was no mistaking the sobs that began to escape me.
Why was I afraid? I had lost feeling to most of my body a moment ago, yet somehow everything had been heightened, I was truly scared and because of that, I began to feel in the parts of my body that couldn’t feel pain.
Just as the thought crossed, I heard a crack. Under the blindfold, my eyes snapped open, my screams of anguish muffled my the gag as a blade slammed right through my left leg, chipping the bone, cutting into nerves. It didn’t stop there, he began to turn the blade, forcing the wound open more.
Several men jumped on me to hold me down, to prevent me from trying to pull away. The rattling sounds of the chains against the tree told me that even if the men weren’t there, I still wouldn’t have gotten far.
“That’s right, you stupid mongrel,” the men laughed, seemingly enjoying the pain they inflicted on me.
And just as things could have gotten worse, everything went silent…
…Maybe I’d passed out? I don’t know, in a blink all what was left was just a numb feeling of my top thigh. I could feel anything below. It must have been from shock or blood loss, there was no other way to explain-
“Big brother!”
A… child’s voice echoed in the distant, but it was hard to tell where it was coming from.
“Big brother! Someone’s hurt!”
I’d take that someone was me. I didn’t quite stir, but I was aware someone crouched down beside me, checking for a pulse. “He’s alive, but barely. There’s so much blood here… he needs medical treatment.”
“…He’s a slave,” the child’s voice said. “Big brother, see that brand on his arm. He’s a slave.”
There was a noise before this big brother spoke again. “Go get the doctor, Rin. We need to get him away.”
“But-”
“He’ll die!”
I doubt that. I’ve lived through worse, really, I have.
Brightness filled my vision, despite my eyes being closed. It wasn’t the light of the sun it was definitely light for a lantern or something like that. The gag in my mouth was removed as well. “Hang in there, you’re going to be fine.” A rattle of chains before my body was slid free from the weight. “Man, this looks bad.”
Yeah, it probably did. I tried to force my eyes open, but I could even muster the strength to do that. A hand brushed my thigh before I could feel it, and I wondered if the hand was checking the wound.
“Hurry up, doc…” the hand rested on my head again. It was the last thing I was aware of before my mind slipped into the darkness.