Post by Luka on Jul 15, 2005 0:05:00 GMT -5
Chains rattled as a young boy shifted his body’s position on the cold stone floor, trying so much to find warmth in the cold, dark room that he had been shoved into. Dull, saddened eyes opened, black pupils adjusting to the lack of light in the room and they slowly swept around, hoping to be able to see something that was more then a foot away from him. Sadly, he found himself not able to do so.
The sound of the boy’s rattling chains echoed through the cell as he continued to attempt to curl up into a position that might give him some extra little piece of warmth that he was craving for so much right now. It was cold down there, un-naturally cold. As well as it being un-naturally dark.
Why was this sixteen year old boy sitting here anyway? Simple. He was a slave and he was being sold. That was the only reason why he was chained up and sitting down here, all alone. He was waiting for someone to find interest in him and to buy him.
Chains were cuffed to both his wrists, holding them together with at the same time lifting his arms above his head. Those chains were attached to the wall just above his head and you could tell that they were uncomfortable just by looking at them. As well as having his hands chained, his legs were chained together as well. Each ankle had a cuff on it and was attached to the other ankle by a length of steel chain.
Now onto the looks of this young creature....
Normally bright purple closed agian, only to re-open a few seconds later. Jet black eyeliner lined them in order to bring them out even more. As well as the eyeliner, he had put on light purple eyeshadow so to draw more attention to his eyes. His eyes were one of his best features. They were a rare, exotic color, something that his former masters had always liked about him.
His hair was about chin length, in the typical emo/ goth style. His natural hair color was an interesting and rather rare one; white-gold to be exact. Light purple streaks were randomly placed in his hair, making his hair even more interesting to look at. He adored his hair. Absolutely loved it.
He loved to put things in it. From multi-colored hi-lites to cute bows to rainbow colored hair clips. It was just so much fun to dress up his hair. But lately he hadn’t had any reason to dress up his hair, considering no one would be able to see it. Nibbling on his lower lip softly, he could taste what was left of his sparkly, vanilla flavored lip gloss.
His body was rather tiny and delicate, definitly not built for any type of labor. Most of his former masters had either used him as something to show off to when he had wanted to impress someone or had just him as a bed toy. Standing at the height of only 5’ 5” and weighting much less then he should, the slave was definitly fit for one of both of these categories. His body was built much like that of a female; a tiny waist, lean hips, long legs, ect. Yes, the teen was rather feminine.
Black pants clung tightly to his hips and legs, riding low on the boy’s tiny hips. The pants were obviously meant for someone of the opposite gender, though, that had never stopped the boy from wearing them. Black and purple bondage straps adorned the pants and along with the bondage straps, a purple belt hung an an angle on his hips, obviously there just for decoration.
A tight black shirt adorned the feminine teen’s torso, long sleeves passing his wrists so that only the tips of his slender fingers showed underneath them. Now, the shirt /would/ have been normal if it weren’t for it only coming to about mid-stomach. Because of this, most of the boy’s pale, smooth, flat stomach was being reveiled.
Of course, he had his belly button pierced and of course the piercing was purple. He loved the color purple. Anyway, adorning his neck was a purple collar, a tag attached to it. The words: _______ owns me, engraved into it. The line was blank. Or at least at the moment it was. Yes, indeed the boy was rather naughty and seductive looking, but that was only so that it appealed to the people (men) who came to look at him.
Indeed, this feminine slave was a beauty and that was undeniable. But he was so broken at this point. His masters had pretty much just used him until they had gotten tired of him and then they had thrown him away. Like a toy that a child had gotten bored of.
As the boy sat there, he sang. His voice smooth and soft, like one of an angel’s. Though the song gave his voice a darker tone to it. One of sadness and hurt. Of pain and misery.
“I pretend not to notice
And stared far out the small window
The angel's voice spreading in the sky was embraced by the wind
The commotion reflected in your eyes can't hear anything
Only now I murmured 'It was a trick from when I was naive'
Into the sky”
His eyes closed agian as he sang, his voice soon growing slightly louder; echoing all through the tiny room, making his voce seem ethreal.
“Turn, turn...inside the time that left me behind I am
Now les mizerable
You, who I loved too much are on the other side of the wall
Softly smiling
Only this feeling that cannot be fulfilled...it's filled into sighs
While I’m blasted by the cold wind
I relieved my memories in the returning night
The melody I softly sing to myself
Is carved away by the time until it vanished
I can't forget the sadness that I cannot return to
Even now, my body that control faint the flickering emotions
Seems to break down
Where can I go to make my loneliness vanish
'I always have tomorrow...'
Turn, turn...inside the time that left me behind I am
now les mizerable
You, the one I loved too much are on the side of the wall
Softly smiling
Only this feeling that cannot be fulfilled
It's filled into sighs”
The cold made the poor boy's teeth chatter so badly that the song died on his lips. Whimpering softly, he brought his knees up to his chest and cuddled himself up next to the cold stone wall as close as he could, trying to create heat for himself.
This boy's name?(pronouched Rain).
The sound of the boy’s rattling chains echoed through the cell as he continued to attempt to curl up into a position that might give him some extra little piece of warmth that he was craving for so much right now. It was cold down there, un-naturally cold. As well as it being un-naturally dark.
Why was this sixteen year old boy sitting here anyway? Simple. He was a slave and he was being sold. That was the only reason why he was chained up and sitting down here, all alone. He was waiting for someone to find interest in him and to buy him.
Chains were cuffed to both his wrists, holding them together with at the same time lifting his arms above his head. Those chains were attached to the wall just above his head and you could tell that they were uncomfortable just by looking at them. As well as having his hands chained, his legs were chained together as well. Each ankle had a cuff on it and was attached to the other ankle by a length of steel chain.
Now onto the looks of this young creature....
Normally bright purple closed agian, only to re-open a few seconds later. Jet black eyeliner lined them in order to bring them out even more. As well as the eyeliner, he had put on light purple eyeshadow so to draw more attention to his eyes. His eyes were one of his best features. They were a rare, exotic color, something that his former masters had always liked about him.
His hair was about chin length, in the typical emo/ goth style. His natural hair color was an interesting and rather rare one; white-gold to be exact. Light purple streaks were randomly placed in his hair, making his hair even more interesting to look at. He adored his hair. Absolutely loved it.
He loved to put things in it. From multi-colored hi-lites to cute bows to rainbow colored hair clips. It was just so much fun to dress up his hair. But lately he hadn’t had any reason to dress up his hair, considering no one would be able to see it. Nibbling on his lower lip softly, he could taste what was left of his sparkly, vanilla flavored lip gloss.
His body was rather tiny and delicate, definitly not built for any type of labor. Most of his former masters had either used him as something to show off to when he had wanted to impress someone or had just him as a bed toy. Standing at the height of only 5’ 5” and weighting much less then he should, the slave was definitly fit for one of both of these categories. His body was built much like that of a female; a tiny waist, lean hips, long legs, ect. Yes, the teen was rather feminine.
Black pants clung tightly to his hips and legs, riding low on the boy’s tiny hips. The pants were obviously meant for someone of the opposite gender, though, that had never stopped the boy from wearing them. Black and purple bondage straps adorned the pants and along with the bondage straps, a purple belt hung an an angle on his hips, obviously there just for decoration.
A tight black shirt adorned the feminine teen’s torso, long sleeves passing his wrists so that only the tips of his slender fingers showed underneath them. Now, the shirt /would/ have been normal if it weren’t for it only coming to about mid-stomach. Because of this, most of the boy’s pale, smooth, flat stomach was being reveiled.
Of course, he had his belly button pierced and of course the piercing was purple. He loved the color purple. Anyway, adorning his neck was a purple collar, a tag attached to it. The words: _______ owns me, engraved into it. The line was blank. Or at least at the moment it was. Yes, indeed the boy was rather naughty and seductive looking, but that was only so that it appealed to the people (men) who came to look at him.
Indeed, this feminine slave was a beauty and that was undeniable. But he was so broken at this point. His masters had pretty much just used him until they had gotten tired of him and then they had thrown him away. Like a toy that a child had gotten bored of.
As the boy sat there, he sang. His voice smooth and soft, like one of an angel’s. Though the song gave his voice a darker tone to it. One of sadness and hurt. Of pain and misery.
“I pretend not to notice
And stared far out the small window
The angel's voice spreading in the sky was embraced by the wind
The commotion reflected in your eyes can't hear anything
Only now I murmured 'It was a trick from when I was naive'
Into the sky”
His eyes closed agian as he sang, his voice soon growing slightly louder; echoing all through the tiny room, making his voce seem ethreal.
“Turn, turn...inside the time that left me behind I am
Now les mizerable
You, who I loved too much are on the other side of the wall
Softly smiling
Only this feeling that cannot be fulfilled...it's filled into sighs
While I’m blasted by the cold wind
I relieved my memories in the returning night
The melody I softly sing to myself
Is carved away by the time until it vanished
I can't forget the sadness that I cannot return to
Even now, my body that control faint the flickering emotions
Seems to break down
Where can I go to make my loneliness vanish
'I always have tomorrow...'
Turn, turn...inside the time that left me behind I am
now les mizerable
You, the one I loved too much are on the side of the wall
Softly smiling
Only this feeling that cannot be fulfilled
It's filled into sighs”
The cold made the poor boy's teeth chatter so badly that the song died on his lips. Whimpering softly, he brought his knees up to his chest and cuddled himself up next to the cold stone wall as close as he could, trying to create heat for himself.
This boy's name?(pronouched Rain).