Underworld: General Series
Title: A new life
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Implied Viktor/Mortal Kraven
Prompt: 87: Life
Word Count: 2,828
Rating: * NC-17 * for violence and non-con
Author's Notes: Its far from a fluffy drabble! You've been warned! It also jumps around, I hope I didn't make it too confusing!
The Big Damn Table can be found OVER HERE!
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‘Somebody!’ he quietly screamed. ‘Anyone! Help me!’ The young man writhed and twisted, but five against one was simply too much.
“Come On Boy!” the one man spat as he drove himself inside the young and unprepared body. “Scream for us.” He grunted and kept pushing into the boy until his pelvis rested flush against the boy’s rump.
“Ya boy!” Another brute groaned, “Pretty boyyy...” holding the boy’s chin before forcing himself inside the boy’s mouth, hips shoving fiercely back and forth, in counter action to the man behind the helpless youngster. “Scream around my cock!” He grabbed a hand full of the long, inky black locks, his grubby hands digging hard. “Dun ya dare bite me neither!” he slapped the face hard enough to leave a hand mark on the fair skin. The man behind the boy snorted and followed example and slapped the bare ass as well leaving his own mark.
It was reaction for the youngster to tug and fight against the other two men whom held him in place by his arms even as the fifth man gave the rope around his neck a hard yank, pulling it tight to point of choking.
Kraven squeezed his eyes shut against the humiliation and abuse being done to him. ‘Please, help me! Someone.’ he whimpered inside his head. Oh, how he hurt! Silent tears slipped free, he wouldn’t cry out! To do so would only mean the agony wouldn’t end. So long as he remained silent the men would grow bored with him and simply leaven him be once they were done. At least that’s what he prayed for along with a miracle rescue. But the young man knew better, nobody was going to come to the aid of a whore.
So he did the one thing to speed up the inevitable, he bit the man in his mouth. The response was equally swift Kraven was punched! Hard! Struck so hard, that he would have gone reeling backwards if it hadn’t been for the men holding him in place, holding him down and rope still firmly around his neck.
He was dazed and he felt blood from his split lip. He was punched and backhanded repeatedly making him whimper and struggle even more even as he clawed at the rope around his throat trying to draw breath as he was slowly but surly was being strangled.
He was in a panic by then as he tried to cry out, but the rope around his throat prevented it. Besides all five men were now assaulting him, the youngster tired to cringe away from this unrelenting assault but the rope prevented even that. No matter where he scrabbled to, he was yanked back either by a hold on him or by the biting burn of the rope.
Finally he stopped struggling and lay on the ground until the beatings stop. Kraven dared to crack open an eye then yelped as he was hauled to his knees by a hand to his inky locks. The head hench man’s leering face barely inches from his face as he sneered. “Stupid slut!” Then grabbed the rope and held it tight cutting off the boy’s air supply and began to chuckle. “Scream for us now boy!”
He desperately wanted to claw at the rope around his neck, tried to but his arms were twisted cruelly behind his back. All he could do was squirm and gasp for breath.
‘What have I done!’ he screamed inside his head to a ghod that didn’t listen, had never listened. All the boy had wanted was to buy some of the sweet cakes for his favored visiting patron for the night. The warlord with the sea blue eyes was always so kind to the rent boy. Always treated him like a real person, always left Kraven happy and sated after a long night’s romp.
Kraven had gone to market and was returning with a basket full of the small cakes when he’d been beset upon. The youngling at first had simply tried to side step the men, he was used to certain amount of aggressiveness and he had almost succeeded in doing so but then the lead hench man grabbed the basket.
The bearded man yanked it from Kraven’s grasp, with a snarl the rent boy lunged to retrieve it but found an arm wrapped around his waist pulling him hard against another man. “Give that back!” Kraven snapped digging at the arm that held him but was only laughed at by the group of men.
“O-ho, ya got spunk boy!” the lead man flicked back the cover of the basket, eyed the contents before he pulled out a sweet cake. He smiled, the gesture not quite reaching his eyes as he slowly licked the thick butter icing from the top. “Pretty sweet boy,” he sneered at Kraven, “What would a slut like you be doing with such delicacies?” The man licked again, his eyes still riveted to Kraven’s face.
The raven haired boy snarled as he redoubled his efforts to free himself. “Bastard!” Kraven hissed as he watched the man eat what was suppose to be for the warlord. “That wasn’t for you!” he felt as if he let the warlord down somehow. The boy felt the frustration growing inside him as the man only held him closer, tighter, almost squeezing him in two. “Let go of me!” he spat just before he kicked with his heel as hard as he could against the man’s shin.
The man gave a grunt before he growled, his arm clamping down upon Kraven even as his free hand dug into the locks of soft hair yanking the boy’s head back. “Fuck’n slut!” he snarled before he licked the side of Kraven’s chin. “Ya gonna pay for that.”
The first stirrings of panic were taking seed inside the boy as he cringed from being licked. He’d been licked plenty of times, but somehow coming from this man it just felt wrong and perverse. “D-don’t touch me!” he breathily uttered eyes glued to the lead man.
The bearded man smirked, a single finger swiping a glob of icing from the small cake while he moved to stand before Kraven. “Let’s compare sweetness, okay boy?” he cooed smearing the icing on Kraven’s exposed neck then leaned and slowly licked it free. “Ummmm, I dunno which is sweeter,” he cooed nastily licking again. “but I know which I want more of.”
“S-stop!” Kraven tried to twist away suddenly feeling some how violated by that simple act. He didn’t want to be soiled goods by the time the warlord arrived. The whore tired to pull away again, “Please, let me go.” He trembled as he felt the fingers in his hair dig deeper.
The bearded man flicked his chin at his men, Kraven found his hair released only to be replaced by a rope sliding over his head and around his neck. “NO!” he reached for it but found instead his arms taken up by a different man, one to either side of him.
The leader smirked, pulling out a dagger, flashing it before the young man, “Shall we see what’s under these rags ya call cloths?” the blade easily cut through the fabric as Kraven held still not wanting to be cut up as well; his chest heaving from both frustration and fear, his gaze going from the weapon to the man as he sliced open the tunic.
“Ya I’ve seen you around boy, always acting too high and mighty for low class whore.” The man tugged and tore Kraven’s shirt free as a dirty hand ran over Kraven’s flank before he slipped the blade under the raven haired boy’s pants easily cutting them open. “Time to take what I’ve been denied.”
He stared at Kraven’s naked body, beady eyes raking over fair young skin. The lead man dug his thick dirty fingers deep into Kraven’s hair, gripping the shiny locks by the hand full. Holding the whore tight, forcing the boy’s head to tip backwards and exposing the curve of a youthful neck.
“Am tired of being told no by ya damn keeper! Tired of hearing ya too young for me.” He slid the blade’s tip over Kraven’s exposed throat making the boy squeeze his eyes tightly shut. “Ya not too young boy, not for me! Ya Not too young for that old man who comes to fuck ya!” He spat seeing the boy’s shocked expression. “Yeah, I’ve seen him, seen the way he’s allowed to touch ya, seen him come to ya, stay all night.”
The man sneered yanking on the hair again, “Maybe the problem is I’m too young for ya!?! Is that what it is boy!” he sneered pulling the hair he held hard, hard enough to make tears spring to Kraven’s eyes. “Ya know what else I’ve seen? Huh! I’ve seen he doesn’t even pay ya!” the man leered just before licking the fair skin of Kraven’s chin. “God damn slut! Well, I’m gonna do ya for free as well little pretty boy!”
“Please…” the whore uttered, fear building with every second that passed by.
“That’s right boy, I want to hear ya beg. I want to hear it from this cheep mouth of yours.” He slipped his knife back to its resting place before he gripped Kraven’s chin holding the boy still as he licked the hollow of the whore’s neck just under the rope. “Come on boy, beg me t’be merciful, beg me to fuck ya, than beg for the rest of my men to fuck ya as well.” He all but plastered himself against the young body, hands ever restless as he groped, pinched, bruised while he kept licking and biting at Kraven’s neck where it meet shoulder.
“S-stop!” the boy breathily repeated tugging at the men who held his arms while trying not to let the man kiss him! He wouldn’t kiss the man! He Wouldn’t! He only wanted to be kissed by the warlord and no one else. So when the sleazy man managed to not only kiss him but slip his tongue into Kraven’s mouth, the whore reacted the only way he could; he kneed the man in the balls! Sending him reeling backwards in howl of pain while clutching his groin and swearing between gasping breaths.
Shocked the other men didn’t have enough time to react before Kraven yanked his hands free and started to make break for it but before he could take five steps towards freedom the rope around his neck was yanked viciously, jerking his head backwards and sent him crashing to the ground.
The young boy cried out as he was repeatedly kicked in the ribs, a final scream of pain escaping him as he felt and heard an awful snap in his chest and he coughed up a mouth full of blood. The whore knew something inside him was broken as he suddenly felt sick.
Kraven whimpered then gave a yelp as the heavy weight of the hench man landed on top him. A knee digging into Kraven’s back while a foot ground onto Kraven’s arm before the whore’s head was yanked back to cruel angle by his hair once more. “Fuck’n slut! Ya gonna pay dearly for that.” The brute hissed, leaning harder on the boy making Kraven cry out again as his free hand beat the ground uselessly.
“I’m sorry!” the boy mumbled around his over whelming fear trying to stifle his moans of pain.
“Not yet ya ain’t!.” The man hissed before he hauled Kraven to his feet by his hair just as one of the men who’d been holding his arm punched him making the whore reel then choke as the rope around his throat pulled him back.
“Come on boy, foreplay is over.” The raven haired youth found himself being drugged over to a tree stump then shoved down upon it, the sharp edges of the left over tree bark digging into his belly and hurting his chest where he’d been kicked. Kraven ground out a horsed cry of pain as he felt bones shift and move inside him making him even more sick and light headed.
The youth tried to scrabble away, knowing what was coming next but the weight of one of the men pinned him place as he felt a rough, blunt finger stab him, penetrating his body before a second then third finger was added in the same manner. “Ow - Ouch!!” the boy yelped, “Please don’t! Please!” Kraven was on the verge of tears as his arms were taken up again, held back and way from him, placing a dull ache to his shoulders and elbows as well as making his breathing all the harder.
“Come on boy! Scream for us!” was all Kraven heard just before his body was violated from behind. The whore did indeed scream at the pain as the man behind him shoved himself hard and fast inside the boy’s body, not only hurting him but making his ribs hurt and his breathing labored. The sharp driving pain was becoming too much as Kraven couldn’t stop his sobbing.
The lead brute slapped the boy from where he stood in front of him. “You scream so well little whore!” he sneered while undoing his own pants and freeing his semi hard cock. “Let’s put this mouth to better use,” dirty fingers pinched Kraven’s nose as the boy had snapped his mouth shut upon seeing what he was planning. “Come on boy, open up. That’s it, open that mouth of yours nice and wide.” A long guttural groan left the man as he slipped between Kraven’s lips when the boy couldn’t hold his breath any longer. “That’s it boy! Take all of me!” The man held still for a moment before he began to move, before he slapped Kraven, before the boy bit him, before the men started beating him again and before they began to choke him.
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He was in such pain and humiliation he no longer cared what they did to him as he endured the second beating after having bit the man in his mouth.
Kraven squeezed his eyes shut as the rope tightened even more. How was he ever going to be able to look or touch the warlord again with out feeling used and unclean. The man with the beautiful blue eyes was the only one who’d ever treated him decently and now Kraven was ruined and soiled goods. How was he going to prove his worth to the warlord?
Another jaw wrenching slap brought the youth momentary out of his haze as he was allowed a few gulping breaths at long last. The sudden return of air made his head hurt and his vision blur. “P-please,” he could hardly speak pass his damaged throat, “I’ll do anything, please!”
“Ya brought this down on ya self slut!” the angered man hissed his hands twisting the rope once more. “So guess what boy! If we can’t have ya, then no one will!” With a final sneer the man put his entire strength into twisting the rope.
Kraven’s entire body stiffened as he arched backwards trying to escape the horrible feeling of being suffocated. But he couldn’t breath any more and his world was going dark and so very far way as he was slowly loosing the will and energy to fight back. His chest hurt so much and he felt sick and light headed.
You’re dying! Kraven’s mind finally understood. Your dying and no one will ever know or care. The boy couldn’t stand any more as he dropped to his knees, only being held up by the rope around his neck and the men on each arm. I’m sorry my pretty Warlord! the boy thought just before he finally gave up.
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“Breath Kraven!
Come on my boy, breath!
Open your eyes for me! Please my boy, you can do it.
Look at what they’ve done to you!
My poor pet, take a breath I know you can do it!
Breath damnit boy! Breath!
Ah, yes a small one, good very Good! Take another, just take another, for me.
My pretty little baby, I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner! I’m sorry. I was delayed, I am so very sorry!
Take another breath for me, you have to breath, come on my boy - Please!
No! Don’t stop now! Don’t you dare stop!
You have to breath!
You must breath! I command it!
They won’t hurt you ever again! I’ve made sure of it!
Just please, don’t give up.
Kraven!
Don’t force me to do this!
You are far too young!
KRAVEN!
-- Forgive me my boy.
Open your eyes Kraven, open them for me my little one.
Yes that’s it, that’s my fledgling open them and be welcomed to my world."
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Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Implied Viktor/Mortal Kraven
Prompt: 87: Life
Word Count: 2,828
Rating: * NC-17 * for violence and non-con
Author's Notes: Its far from a fluffy drabble! You've been warned! It also jumps around, I hope I didn't make it too confusing!
The Big Damn Table can be found OVER HERE!
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‘Somebody!’ he quietly screamed. ‘Anyone! Help me!’ The young man writhed and twisted, but five against one was simply too much.
“Come On Boy!” the one man spat as he drove himself inside the young and unprepared body. “Scream for us.” He grunted and kept pushing into the boy until his pelvis rested flush against the boy’s rump.
“Ya boy!” Another brute groaned, “Pretty boyyy...” holding the boy’s chin before forcing himself inside the boy’s mouth, hips shoving fiercely back and forth, in counter action to the man behind the helpless youngster. “Scream around my cock!” He grabbed a hand full of the long, inky black locks, his grubby hands digging hard. “Dun ya dare bite me neither!” he slapped the face hard enough to leave a hand mark on the fair skin. The man behind the boy snorted and followed example and slapped the bare ass as well leaving his own mark.
It was reaction for the youngster to tug and fight against the other two men whom held him in place by his arms even as the fifth man gave the rope around his neck a hard yank, pulling it tight to point of choking.
Kraven squeezed his eyes shut against the humiliation and abuse being done to him. ‘Please, help me! Someone.’ he whimpered inside his head. Oh, how he hurt! Silent tears slipped free, he wouldn’t cry out! To do so would only mean the agony wouldn’t end. So long as he remained silent the men would grow bored with him and simply leaven him be once they were done. At least that’s what he prayed for along with a miracle rescue. But the young man knew better, nobody was going to come to the aid of a whore.
So he did the one thing to speed up the inevitable, he bit the man in his mouth. The response was equally swift Kraven was punched! Hard! Struck so hard, that he would have gone reeling backwards if it hadn’t been for the men holding him in place, holding him down and rope still firmly around his neck.
He was dazed and he felt blood from his split lip. He was punched and backhanded repeatedly making him whimper and struggle even more even as he clawed at the rope around his throat trying to draw breath as he was slowly but surly was being strangled.
He was in a panic by then as he tried to cry out, but the rope around his throat prevented it. Besides all five men were now assaulting him, the youngster tired to cringe away from this unrelenting assault but the rope prevented even that. No matter where he scrabbled to, he was yanked back either by a hold on him or by the biting burn of the rope.
Finally he stopped struggling and lay on the ground until the beatings stop. Kraven dared to crack open an eye then yelped as he was hauled to his knees by a hand to his inky locks. The head hench man’s leering face barely inches from his face as he sneered. “Stupid slut!” Then grabbed the rope and held it tight cutting off the boy’s air supply and began to chuckle. “Scream for us now boy!”
He desperately wanted to claw at the rope around his neck, tried to but his arms were twisted cruelly behind his back. All he could do was squirm and gasp for breath.
‘What have I done!’ he screamed inside his head to a ghod that didn’t listen, had never listened. All the boy had wanted was to buy some of the sweet cakes for his favored visiting patron for the night. The warlord with the sea blue eyes was always so kind to the rent boy. Always treated him like a real person, always left Kraven happy and sated after a long night’s romp.
Kraven had gone to market and was returning with a basket full of the small cakes when he’d been beset upon. The youngling at first had simply tried to side step the men, he was used to certain amount of aggressiveness and he had almost succeeded in doing so but then the lead hench man grabbed the basket.
The bearded man yanked it from Kraven’s grasp, with a snarl the rent boy lunged to retrieve it but found an arm wrapped around his waist pulling him hard against another man. “Give that back!” Kraven snapped digging at the arm that held him but was only laughed at by the group of men.
“O-ho, ya got spunk boy!” the lead man flicked back the cover of the basket, eyed the contents before he pulled out a sweet cake. He smiled, the gesture not quite reaching his eyes as he slowly licked the thick butter icing from the top. “Pretty sweet boy,” he sneered at Kraven, “What would a slut like you be doing with such delicacies?” The man licked again, his eyes still riveted to Kraven’s face.
The raven haired boy snarled as he redoubled his efforts to free himself. “Bastard!” Kraven hissed as he watched the man eat what was suppose to be for the warlord. “That wasn’t for you!” he felt as if he let the warlord down somehow. The boy felt the frustration growing inside him as the man only held him closer, tighter, almost squeezing him in two. “Let go of me!” he spat just before he kicked with his heel as hard as he could against the man’s shin.
The man gave a grunt before he growled, his arm clamping down upon Kraven even as his free hand dug into the locks of soft hair yanking the boy’s head back. “Fuck’n slut!” he snarled before he licked the side of Kraven’s chin. “Ya gonna pay for that.”
The first stirrings of panic were taking seed inside the boy as he cringed from being licked. He’d been licked plenty of times, but somehow coming from this man it just felt wrong and perverse. “D-don’t touch me!” he breathily uttered eyes glued to the lead man.
The bearded man smirked, a single finger swiping a glob of icing from the small cake while he moved to stand before Kraven. “Let’s compare sweetness, okay boy?” he cooed smearing the icing on Kraven’s exposed neck then leaned and slowly licked it free. “Ummmm, I dunno which is sweeter,” he cooed nastily licking again. “but I know which I want more of.”
“S-stop!” Kraven tried to twist away suddenly feeling some how violated by that simple act. He didn’t want to be soiled goods by the time the warlord arrived. The whore tired to pull away again, “Please, let me go.” He trembled as he felt the fingers in his hair dig deeper.
The bearded man flicked his chin at his men, Kraven found his hair released only to be replaced by a rope sliding over his head and around his neck. “NO!” he reached for it but found instead his arms taken up by a different man, one to either side of him.
The leader smirked, pulling out a dagger, flashing it before the young man, “Shall we see what’s under these rags ya call cloths?” the blade easily cut through the fabric as Kraven held still not wanting to be cut up as well; his chest heaving from both frustration and fear, his gaze going from the weapon to the man as he sliced open the tunic.
“Ya I’ve seen you around boy, always acting too high and mighty for low class whore.” The man tugged and tore Kraven’s shirt free as a dirty hand ran over Kraven’s flank before he slipped the blade under the raven haired boy’s pants easily cutting them open. “Time to take what I’ve been denied.”
He stared at Kraven’s naked body, beady eyes raking over fair young skin. The lead man dug his thick dirty fingers deep into Kraven’s hair, gripping the shiny locks by the hand full. Holding the whore tight, forcing the boy’s head to tip backwards and exposing the curve of a youthful neck.
“Am tired of being told no by ya damn keeper! Tired of hearing ya too young for me.” He slid the blade’s tip over Kraven’s exposed throat making the boy squeeze his eyes tightly shut. “Ya not too young boy, not for me! Ya Not too young for that old man who comes to fuck ya!” He spat seeing the boy’s shocked expression. “Yeah, I’ve seen him, seen the way he’s allowed to touch ya, seen him come to ya, stay all night.”
The man sneered yanking on the hair again, “Maybe the problem is I’m too young for ya!?! Is that what it is boy!” he sneered pulling the hair he held hard, hard enough to make tears spring to Kraven’s eyes. “Ya know what else I’ve seen? Huh! I’ve seen he doesn’t even pay ya!” the man leered just before licking the fair skin of Kraven’s chin. “God damn slut! Well, I’m gonna do ya for free as well little pretty boy!”
“Please…” the whore uttered, fear building with every second that passed by.
“That’s right boy, I want to hear ya beg. I want to hear it from this cheep mouth of yours.” He slipped his knife back to its resting place before he gripped Kraven’s chin holding the boy still as he licked the hollow of the whore’s neck just under the rope. “Come on boy, beg me t’be merciful, beg me to fuck ya, than beg for the rest of my men to fuck ya as well.” He all but plastered himself against the young body, hands ever restless as he groped, pinched, bruised while he kept licking and biting at Kraven’s neck where it meet shoulder.
“S-stop!” the boy breathily repeated tugging at the men who held his arms while trying not to let the man kiss him! He wouldn’t kiss the man! He Wouldn’t! He only wanted to be kissed by the warlord and no one else. So when the sleazy man managed to not only kiss him but slip his tongue into Kraven’s mouth, the whore reacted the only way he could; he kneed the man in the balls! Sending him reeling backwards in howl of pain while clutching his groin and swearing between gasping breaths.
Shocked the other men didn’t have enough time to react before Kraven yanked his hands free and started to make break for it but before he could take five steps towards freedom the rope around his neck was yanked viciously, jerking his head backwards and sent him crashing to the ground.
The young boy cried out as he was repeatedly kicked in the ribs, a final scream of pain escaping him as he felt and heard an awful snap in his chest and he coughed up a mouth full of blood. The whore knew something inside him was broken as he suddenly felt sick.
Kraven whimpered then gave a yelp as the heavy weight of the hench man landed on top him. A knee digging into Kraven’s back while a foot ground onto Kraven’s arm before the whore’s head was yanked back to cruel angle by his hair once more. “Fuck’n slut! Ya gonna pay dearly for that.” The brute hissed, leaning harder on the boy making Kraven cry out again as his free hand beat the ground uselessly.
“I’m sorry!” the boy mumbled around his over whelming fear trying to stifle his moans of pain.
“Not yet ya ain’t!.” The man hissed before he hauled Kraven to his feet by his hair just as one of the men who’d been holding his arm punched him making the whore reel then choke as the rope around his throat pulled him back.
“Come on boy, foreplay is over.” The raven haired youth found himself being drugged over to a tree stump then shoved down upon it, the sharp edges of the left over tree bark digging into his belly and hurting his chest where he’d been kicked. Kraven ground out a horsed cry of pain as he felt bones shift and move inside him making him even more sick and light headed.
The youth tried to scrabble away, knowing what was coming next but the weight of one of the men pinned him place as he felt a rough, blunt finger stab him, penetrating his body before a second then third finger was added in the same manner. “Ow - Ouch!!” the boy yelped, “Please don’t! Please!” Kraven was on the verge of tears as his arms were taken up again, held back and way from him, placing a dull ache to his shoulders and elbows as well as making his breathing all the harder.
“Come on boy! Scream for us!” was all Kraven heard just before his body was violated from behind. The whore did indeed scream at the pain as the man behind him shoved himself hard and fast inside the boy’s body, not only hurting him but making his ribs hurt and his breathing labored. The sharp driving pain was becoming too much as Kraven couldn’t stop his sobbing.
The lead brute slapped the boy from where he stood in front of him. “You scream so well little whore!” he sneered while undoing his own pants and freeing his semi hard cock. “Let’s put this mouth to better use,” dirty fingers pinched Kraven’s nose as the boy had snapped his mouth shut upon seeing what he was planning. “Come on boy, open up. That’s it, open that mouth of yours nice and wide.” A long guttural groan left the man as he slipped between Kraven’s lips when the boy couldn’t hold his breath any longer. “That’s it boy! Take all of me!” The man held still for a moment before he began to move, before he slapped Kraven, before the boy bit him, before the men started beating him again and before they began to choke him.
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He was in such pain and humiliation he no longer cared what they did to him as he endured the second beating after having bit the man in his mouth.
Kraven squeezed his eyes shut as the rope tightened even more. How was he ever going to be able to look or touch the warlord again with out feeling used and unclean. The man with the beautiful blue eyes was the only one who’d ever treated him decently and now Kraven was ruined and soiled goods. How was he going to prove his worth to the warlord?
Another jaw wrenching slap brought the youth momentary out of his haze as he was allowed a few gulping breaths at long last. The sudden return of air made his head hurt and his vision blur. “P-please,” he could hardly speak pass his damaged throat, “I’ll do anything, please!”
“Ya brought this down on ya self slut!” the angered man hissed his hands twisting the rope once more. “So guess what boy! If we can’t have ya, then no one will!” With a final sneer the man put his entire strength into twisting the rope.
Kraven’s entire body stiffened as he arched backwards trying to escape the horrible feeling of being suffocated. But he couldn’t breath any more and his world was going dark and so very far way as he was slowly loosing the will and energy to fight back. His chest hurt so much and he felt sick and light headed.
You’re dying! Kraven’s mind finally understood. Your dying and no one will ever know or care. The boy couldn’t stand any more as he dropped to his knees, only being held up by the rope around his neck and the men on each arm. I’m sorry my pretty Warlord! the boy thought just before he finally gave up.
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“Breath Kraven!
Come on my boy, breath!
Open your eyes for me! Please my boy, you can do it.
Look at what they’ve done to you!
My poor pet, take a breath I know you can do it!
Breath damnit boy! Breath!
Ah, yes a small one, good very Good! Take another, just take another, for me.
My pretty little baby, I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner! I’m sorry. I was delayed, I am so very sorry!
Take another breath for me, you have to breath, come on my boy - Please!
No! Don’t stop now! Don’t you dare stop!
You have to breath!
You must breath! I command it!
They won’t hurt you ever again! I’ve made sure of it!
Just please, don’t give up.
Kraven!
Don’t force me to do this!
You are far too young!
KRAVEN!
-- Forgive me my boy.
Open your eyes Kraven, open them for me my little one.
Yes that’s it, that’s my fledgling open them and be welcomed to my world."
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