When Love and Death Embrace

When love and Death Embrace

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{}=Luffy's thoughts in flashback

Salt in our Wounds

Flashback: 10 years ago

“Leave him alone! He’s only a boy!”
Ace’s head was smacked down onto the concrete floor. Blood pooled around the young boy as his younger brother stared on in horror.
“ANIKI!”
Luffy looked up as his master loomed in on him. The Adrenaline burst and for fear of his life he ran. He didn’t care where he went or where it was; he just wanted to get away. Away from the demon that was his master. His chance was short lived.
He could feel the heavy figure that was of Kuro on top of him. Ripping and slashing of what little clothing he had.
“PLEASE! I’M SORRY! DON’T DO THIS!! I’M SORRY!!”
His master flipped him over and leaned uncomfortably close to his face.
“I was going to be nice, but now I think you just deserve a dry fuck.”
He slammed into him. No preparation, no lube, no warning. The young boy let out a wail that should have broken glass as Kuro continued slamming his large cock into the boy’s small canal. It wasn’t long until the blood pouring out of his red orifice, slicking the man’s hard on. Totally ignoring the young child he continued to pound into him, finally releasing himself into the child. Luffy let out a wail. Kuro’s seed stung against his open wounds, making it feel like alcohol on a cut.
“…….I guess you were alright….for your first time anyway…..” He stood up, pulling out his handkerchief, wiping off his bloody length. The sound of a cell phone rung in Kuro’s breast pocket and he flipped it out.
“Ah…..he’s here…..good…..I’ll bring Ace down..” Luffy’s eyes shot open. That couldn’t mean…
Ace had been bought.
“NO! Don’t sell my brother!!! Don’t take him away from me!” He shot up from the floor even though he was still in tremendous pain. He knew he had made a mistake when he saw the look in his master’s eyes.
“How many times have I told you…..,“Luffy’s eyes widen as his master took out his trademark glove, “NOT TO QUESTION ME?!!!!” Luffy fell back to the floor on his back wailing, holding his face. His eyes were shut painfully as he held his hands to his face. Blood poured out of his sockets through his fingers as he continued to wail. He desperately tried opening his eyes but the pain was too immense.
“LUFFY!!!”
{Why is this happening to me?}
“DON’T TAKE ME FROM HIM!!”
{Why are they taking my brother from me?}
“HELP HIM! HE’S DYING!!”
{ACE!! HELP ME!!}

Luffy’s POV

I shot up from my sheets in a cold sweat. That nightmare again. I was about six or seven when Ace had been taken from me. He was just trying to protect me. I knew he didn’t leave on purpose, but sometimes I think I wouldn’t be in this position if he hadn’t been bought.

I softly touched my hands to my face. The scars were easy to heal….but Kuro had taken my sight for good….he had taken my brother from me….he had taken my innocence…I can’t believe how helpless I sound right now.

I ran my hands over the sheets. Satin. I was still in Kuro’s room. Sighing I stood up and walked over to his chest. I knew his room like the back of my hand, even though I was blind.
Blind. It still hurts to think about it. I was blind. I was not an average person. Just thinking about that makes me feel so…..weak.. But then Kuro always says so. No! I can’t think that way. Just thinking about that makes me remember something Ace said before he was taken from me.

“He may own your body, he may own your future, but he will never own your soul. Keep strong little brother. “

I have to keep strong. Just like my brother told me to.

My ears perk as I hear the noise coming from my master’s bedroom. Ah, he’s taking a shower. Good. I slowly walked back to the bed and lay down on it, curling up in the sheets.

I feel like such a whore when I do this. At times I am glad that I’m Kuro’s favorite because then I don’t get punished as much or as badly. But then when I’m escorted down the hall I can hear the whispers from the other slaves.

Whore

Bitch

Fucker

And when I ‘m in his bed, and when he uses me, I feel so dirty. Do I really want to live this life anymore?

I close my eyes and let myself drift back into the world of slumber.


Flashback:
13 Years ago

A small boy was cradled in a young woman’s arms. Another boy was asleep on a cot on the far side of the wall. The room was dingy and drab . There were bars on the windows and padlocks on the outside of the door.

She sat in her rocking chair with her young sons, in her gray uniform that all of the people like her were supposed to wear. On the breast of her uniform was a word in white: “Breeder”.

The younger boy stirred in his mother’s arms and she cooed to him, and started singing her lullaby.

“ I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom, for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue, clouds of white
The bright blessed daye dae dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They’re really saying I love you


I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They learn so much more then I’ll ever know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

Yes I think to myself
What a wonderful world.”


My eyes shot open once again. I felt the tears come from my blind eyes and I hiccupped. No matter what, I always remember that song…my mother’s lullaby. Mom, how can you say that a world so horrible is so wonderful? Or was it wonderful because we were with you?

I wish my mother was still here too. But she died. She died giving birth to another child. It was her duty as a breeder. And she died because of it. I knew Ace and I had the same father. But I never knew who he was either. He was probably sold too, just like my brother.

I curled into the pillows on the bed, forcing back my tears.

“I see skies of blue…clouds of white…the bright blessed day….the dark sacred night….and I think to myself….what a wonderful world….”


To be continued

What a wonderful world was written Louis Armstrong but Sarah Brightman does a version of it that is so damn beautiful. Hopefully I’ll have another chapter up soon. Hopefully. If you want more chapters, review so you can get me to do more. I need motivation people.

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