Post by newzealand on Oct 11, 2011 20:53:56 GMT -5
I was going to make this story all one chapter but the first section was rather long and I didn't feel like having the story seem like it's one never ending chapter so I decided to break it up into smaller chapters.
I haven't decided how the story is going to end or if there will be any couples in it.
Rated: T
My homeland was disappearing, every trace of it vanishing from my sight, as the large ship rocked along the water heading northwest towards where I was soon to be locked away. Shackles kept my hands behind my back preventing me from fighting and a cloth tied around my head keeping it between my lips halting all speech. All the humans on the ship went to work, forgetting that I was their prisoner. When passing by most would mumble something in an odd language. I couldn’t force on understanding such a language when my stomach began to churn from the constant rocking. The boat seemed trapped in a never endless movement almost causing me to lose my balance.
Each day the voyage became more of a torture, bringing out the fight in me, and making me wish I were home still with my Māori. On the fifth day my spirit finally broke, my attempts to struggle and scream were abandoned leaving me to lie motionlessly on the floor. The days of struggling had left my shackled wrist raw, a mess of fresh and dried blood mixed to create a crimson pattern. My throat also had become painfully dry from the effort of trying to scream through the rag between my teeth and the lack of water. Most began to avoid me as if I were diseased or not worth a second glance. I felt like a dying animal begging to be put out of it’s misery but finding no one able to understand my pleads. The constant rocking and lack of water was beginning to make me feel light headed but I couldn’t allow myself to sleep without fearing more pain was headed my way.
When the sun was high in the sky and beating down on my weak body a blonde man bent down shielding me from the unforgiving rays of light. His thin fingers took hold on my chin and tilted my head until our eyes met.
“I will take off the chains if you behave and quit trying to struggle. You can do that right?” The voice was soft but demanded respect as if he were a parent scolding a small child. Every word spoken was foreign but I could tell by his tone that a question was being asked of me. It no longer mattered if he was going to kill me or be my savior. The pain had to stop before I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Āe,” I mumbled through the cloth giving a soft affirmative nod. My entire body ached making such a simple move cause more pain.
Thin arms slipped under my body bringing me to my unstable feet. For a few moments my body teetered back and forth while a single hand tried to still my weak body. Once stabled the man removed the shackles allowing them to fall to the floor, pealing some dried blood from my raw wrists causing me to whimper in pain.
Tears lined my jade eyes as they met fearsome forest green orbs starting down at them. Blood began to run down pale skin from my raw wrists and drip onto the wooden floor below. The same thin arms they lifted me to my feet before down swept my feet from under my body causing me to fall back into his arms. My body was pressed into the thing white shirt that barely hid his chest from view. The pounding of my heart and the fear that built inside me stopped me from letting my body fall into a limp sleep. This man was the one who shackled me and removed me from my home; he was not to be trusted by me.
With a slight wave of his hand he motioned another man to follow behind us into the captains quarters. I was handed off to the other man who carried me over to a wooden bucket that was in the corner of the room. This stranger set me on my feet before the bucket and held my arms tight, forcing me to extend them forward. All I could muster was a slight whimper showing me displeasure with such a rough treatment. My focus was on the pain in my arms not the blonde man approaching us with an amber bottle in his hand. The loud pop of the bottle being unsealed made me begin to struggle in a panic of what was to come.
Hands tightened on my pale arms leaving large welts were fingertips almost broke my skin. The struggle was worthless and just forcing my body into the stranger’s chest but I feared what was hidden inside the bottle.
“Keep it still. We can’t have it trying to run away before we finish doing this,” hissed the blonde man as he glided towards me with soundless steps. It almost looked like he was dancing and his that his feet never touched the ground. Such elegance was unknown to men in my. Something about how he appeared frighten me, he looked lethal but fragile like a new born.
My eyes once again focused on the bottle that began to born a colorless liquid over my flesh. A scream ripped itself from my dry throat; I could almost taste blood on the back of my tongue. The liquid washed away the dried bits of blood but my wrists felt as if they were burning. Raw skin almost screamed to scream for the torture to end but my lips didn’t seem able to voice the same words. My fighting spirit was renewed as more liquid was poured across the inflamed skin. In a frenzy I tried to throw myself to the side and rip my arms away only to find that my struggle was not getting me away from the horrible pain.
The struggles didn’t die down even when I felt that the grip was only tightening on my arms. Bones almost were at their breaking point with the pressure put on them. At this rate I wasn’t sure if I would be able to stop my struggles before I was a broken heap on the floor.
A hand met my face letting a loud slap echo around the nearly empty room. No more struggles surfaced as my body went limp into the arms that were holding me up with my arms out stretched. The pain had not reached my brain to alert me that the handprint on my cheek stung because it was stopped by the shock and fear placed inside me when meeting forest green eyes full of disgust for everything I was.
“Disgusting little ingrate. If we didn’t know we could make him civilized we would have left him to die with those savages,” the blonde male growled to the other.
White cloth wrapped around each of my wrists protecting them from infection. My body had gown limp and my eyes began to gaze over. No longer was I able to fight the sleep that was over taking my body. I left my breathing slow and my body be lifted from it’s slumped position. Soft warm surrounded my aching body as I was placed on something that cradled my body until I fell asleep.
((I hope you enjoyed reading. There will be more to come if anyone wants me to continue it.))
I haven't decided how the story is going to end or if there will be any couples in it.
Rated: T
My homeland was disappearing, every trace of it vanishing from my sight, as the large ship rocked along the water heading northwest towards where I was soon to be locked away. Shackles kept my hands behind my back preventing me from fighting and a cloth tied around my head keeping it between my lips halting all speech. All the humans on the ship went to work, forgetting that I was their prisoner. When passing by most would mumble something in an odd language. I couldn’t force on understanding such a language when my stomach began to churn from the constant rocking. The boat seemed trapped in a never endless movement almost causing me to lose my balance.
Each day the voyage became more of a torture, bringing out the fight in me, and making me wish I were home still with my Māori. On the fifth day my spirit finally broke, my attempts to struggle and scream were abandoned leaving me to lie motionlessly on the floor. The days of struggling had left my shackled wrist raw, a mess of fresh and dried blood mixed to create a crimson pattern. My throat also had become painfully dry from the effort of trying to scream through the rag between my teeth and the lack of water. Most began to avoid me as if I were diseased or not worth a second glance. I felt like a dying animal begging to be put out of it’s misery but finding no one able to understand my pleads. The constant rocking and lack of water was beginning to make me feel light headed but I couldn’t allow myself to sleep without fearing more pain was headed my way.
When the sun was high in the sky and beating down on my weak body a blonde man bent down shielding me from the unforgiving rays of light. His thin fingers took hold on my chin and tilted my head until our eyes met.
“I will take off the chains if you behave and quit trying to struggle. You can do that right?” The voice was soft but demanded respect as if he were a parent scolding a small child. Every word spoken was foreign but I could tell by his tone that a question was being asked of me. It no longer mattered if he was going to kill me or be my savior. The pain had to stop before I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Āe,” I mumbled through the cloth giving a soft affirmative nod. My entire body ached making such a simple move cause more pain.
Thin arms slipped under my body bringing me to my unstable feet. For a few moments my body teetered back and forth while a single hand tried to still my weak body. Once stabled the man removed the shackles allowing them to fall to the floor, pealing some dried blood from my raw wrists causing me to whimper in pain.
Tears lined my jade eyes as they met fearsome forest green orbs starting down at them. Blood began to run down pale skin from my raw wrists and drip onto the wooden floor below. The same thin arms they lifted me to my feet before down swept my feet from under my body causing me to fall back into his arms. My body was pressed into the thing white shirt that barely hid his chest from view. The pounding of my heart and the fear that built inside me stopped me from letting my body fall into a limp sleep. This man was the one who shackled me and removed me from my home; he was not to be trusted by me.
With a slight wave of his hand he motioned another man to follow behind us into the captains quarters. I was handed off to the other man who carried me over to a wooden bucket that was in the corner of the room. This stranger set me on my feet before the bucket and held my arms tight, forcing me to extend them forward. All I could muster was a slight whimper showing me displeasure with such a rough treatment. My focus was on the pain in my arms not the blonde man approaching us with an amber bottle in his hand. The loud pop of the bottle being unsealed made me begin to struggle in a panic of what was to come.
Hands tightened on my pale arms leaving large welts were fingertips almost broke my skin. The struggle was worthless and just forcing my body into the stranger’s chest but I feared what was hidden inside the bottle.
“Keep it still. We can’t have it trying to run away before we finish doing this,” hissed the blonde man as he glided towards me with soundless steps. It almost looked like he was dancing and his that his feet never touched the ground. Such elegance was unknown to men in my. Something about how he appeared frighten me, he looked lethal but fragile like a new born.
My eyes once again focused on the bottle that began to born a colorless liquid over my flesh. A scream ripped itself from my dry throat; I could almost taste blood on the back of my tongue. The liquid washed away the dried bits of blood but my wrists felt as if they were burning. Raw skin almost screamed to scream for the torture to end but my lips didn’t seem able to voice the same words. My fighting spirit was renewed as more liquid was poured across the inflamed skin. In a frenzy I tried to throw myself to the side and rip my arms away only to find that my struggle was not getting me away from the horrible pain.
The struggles didn’t die down even when I felt that the grip was only tightening on my arms. Bones almost were at their breaking point with the pressure put on them. At this rate I wasn’t sure if I would be able to stop my struggles before I was a broken heap on the floor.
A hand met my face letting a loud slap echo around the nearly empty room. No more struggles surfaced as my body went limp into the arms that were holding me up with my arms out stretched. The pain had not reached my brain to alert me that the handprint on my cheek stung because it was stopped by the shock and fear placed inside me when meeting forest green eyes full of disgust for everything I was.
“Disgusting little ingrate. If we didn’t know we could make him civilized we would have left him to die with those savages,” the blonde male growled to the other.
White cloth wrapped around each of my wrists protecting them from infection. My body had gown limp and my eyes began to gaze over. No longer was I able to fight the sleep that was over taking my body. I left my breathing slow and my body be lifted from it’s slumped position. Soft warm surrounded my aching body as I was placed on something that cradled my body until I fell asleep.
((I hope you enjoyed reading. There will be more to come if anyone wants me to continue it.))
