A pain filled choke was torn from a desiccated painfully tight throat.

Maybe the slave would have screamed louder, much louder, but his hours of screaming had reduced the delicate kitten to a choke. Screaming could no longer fill the room from this boy’s vocal chords. His aching, sore throat had several bruising bite marks marring the usually beautiful complexion.

But was this small pain of dimishing vocals and painful scratches and bites along his body nothing compared to the sheer torment that impaled him and rode his every synapse, every breathe.

The scratches were minuscule compared to the oceans of agony filled waves that poured over and into his being from his most private of entering.

A choked sob as tears fell from his eyes, no more then three droplets hitting the red sheets beneath his trembling form. It hurt, by the gods it hurt.

Strong hands gripping him at the waist, dark hips slapping against his own, soft pants not heard above his whispers.

A master with no mercy, no remorse.

A tyrant, and pain; pain for everything.

Had he done something wrong? Had he ever displeased a master? Tried to run? No, and no to all those questions.

But the pain said otherwise. The pain said apathy, the pain said that apathy was what the inflictor felt toward all things he touched.

The pain was like no other Frieden had felt, nor believed possible to ever feel, but it was real, it was a living nightmare.

All consuming.

All destruction.

Like sick tormentors the words chanted their way through his head.

‘Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain. This is all you can feel, this is all that encompasses you, ours… pain, pain, and pain!’

Not even insanity would bring a shield from the pain.

Just when he thought he could stand no more, would be destroyed, ripped apart, his master found release and shoved him down onto the bed.

Although the cause of the pain was removed, the ache burned, the fire of fear, hatred and humiliation burnt deep into Frieden’s soul.

The pain was everywhere… and it violated him.

Rough hands touching his fertile body, pulling his lips to harsh lips, to unforgiving lips.

All he could think of in this instance, all that echoed through his mind…

I will see your destruction… I will see you cower before me, then whose pain will you deal?

~ Owari…

Sweet notes: Extremely… dark. And spooky. Very spooky. And dark and…. HOLD ME! *Hides* Just a shot at a… evil fiction. I know, I know, this is a scary offset for me, but Frieden and Min do not have a ‘working’ relationship. They never will. Why? Because Min is psychotic and Frieden is screwed, (raped, tortured, whatever). I think I really disturbed myself with this one, and honestly though, I hope Frieden gets his revenge… Min should die, a horrible and painful death.

Despite this though, it does remind me of something I’ve heard a few times, but seem to continuously forget. The original term for yaoi is ‘No climax, no point and no meaning’. It does feel strange to think about Yaoi as something like that, but this fiction really does help me put it in prospective.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it Ness-Chan.

Review please! ^.^