Until July 10th, we're doing something special and sharing
some of our favorite Story Lines of the year that previously didn't make it
onto the blog.
In this one, V goes to sleep and dreams of what was done to him.
**Honestly, I really can't give it more of an explanation. Keep in mind, this is a gruesome Story Line to read--so I'm warning you a head of time.
Originally posted: February 12th, 2013
Who nominated it: Vishous
ENJOY!
XOXO!
The Unbound Team ♥
Vishous Ghardian
*Walking through the Pit utterly exhausted over the past
weeks rotation schedule. The sooner we can get these trainees ready for the big
bad streets of Caldwell the better. What I need now is to curl up for a good
day's sleep next to my shellan. As I open the door to our bedroom I sigh as I
remember Jane would be working most of the day and that I'd be alone. Oh well
it's probably for the best, I really need to sleep and with my Jane beside
me...well sleep wouldn't be the first thing on my mind true?. Quickly stripping
out of my leathers and not even having the energy to search for a pair of track
pants as I lay down on our bed. The instant my head hits the pillow my eyes
shut and I sink off to dreamland. Of course...if I knew what was about to
transpire in my mind...perhaps I would have fought to stay awake. The instant
my eyes close and my body goes lax my mind conjures up a night in my past...a
night that forever changed my life.*
Vishous Ghardian
*As I fall down into the mud I curse at
myself. I had my chance and I lost. My chest rising and falling with each
ragged breath, my nostrils filling with the scent of mud, sweat, blood and most
of all...failure. The moment I feel hands on me, I strain against the hold.
Getting flipped onto my back I let out a growl as I begin thrashing, glaring
from the warrior who has a tight hold on my arms back to my sire. He should be
dead....he would be if I had only succeeded. Snarling as I hear his voice,
weary from the fight, call for his blade. My eyes darting to my left as two
more males appear and grab hold of me. Using every ounce of strength I have in
me as I continue to fight against their hold. Two more arrive, followed by
three....nine in total have to hold me down. My eyes widening as I see another
warrior bring The Bloodletter his blade and I watch him spit upon the ground.
My heart pounding in my chest as my eyes never leave the black blade. So this
is it...this is how it ends, by the blade of my sire the agony of my life is
over. Clenching my jaw as I prepare for the inevitable sting of the coming
blade when the Bloodletter does the unthinkable.*
Vishous Ghardian
*I watch as he wipes the blade along his
palm before sheathing the dagger in his belt and rubbing his palms together. My
breath momentarily leaving my body as he shoves his right palm into my chest
and pulls it away. Glancing down I see his hand print in blood...the sign of
expulsion. So I was to be exiled...but why? Why not death? The Bloodletter's
voice filled with hate as he decrees that from this moment hence I shall be
unknown to everyone of the camp and death will be brought upon anyone of them
who helps me. Pfft like that would ever happen, the only "friends" I
have are the books of which were not destroyed. Feeling the warriors grasp on
me loosen I let out a soft grunt before hearing the poisonous voice of the
fucker in charge once more. Upon his order to take me back to the camp the hold
on me gets tighter once more. My heart beginning to pound as I hear him call
for the Blacksmith and say something about needing to warn others of my
"evil" nature. What could he possibly mean by warning others....and
why would he need the blacksmith?*
Vishous Ghardian
*Continuing to maul about as I'm brought to
the cave. My eyes instantly falling upon the wooden tray of the blacksmiths
instruments as I hear the Bloodletter say behind the shade before the painted
wall. Smirking smugly to myself as I see the terror in the blacksmiths eyes and
feel it through the soldiers bodies who carry me. Grunting as the warriors
throw me down onto the stone ground and pin each of my limbs down with two of
them at my hips. Pulling against their holds as I glare at my sire and see the
blood drip from his hands as he tells the Blacksmith to mark me. It is in that
moment that I realize what is about to happen. The instant his tool hits my
skin I cry out, cursing and using all of my strength to try and get away.
However my tries of departure do nothing but tire me as the warnings in the old
language are forever set into the skin of my temple, my groin and my thighs. I
feel weaker then I did coming out of my transition...surely the torment must be
over now. *
Vishous Ghardian
*My chest rising and falling with labored
breath as every ounce of me is exhausted. My eyes darting from the blacksmith
to the Bloodletter and back as I hear him order the tattoos to be placed along
my left hand. Seeing the look of sheer terror in the blacksmiths eyes as he
begins to deny...it is no secret what that hand of mine can do and it is
obvious he wants no part of it. Smart male. Hearing the growl followed by a
threat of death I watch the blacksmith pick up his tool once more. His hand
shaking as he goes about putting the warning along my cursed extremity. He
makes certain that no part other then the tool touches my skin and it is done
without incident. As the male takes a step back the Bloodletter get's in my
face. Surely to give his final remarks before I'm cast from his site and this
accursed place.*
Vishous Ghardian
*The look of enjoyment mixed with malicious
intent flicked across his icy eyes as he met my stare. My eyes widening as he
says that he will do the race a favor and make sure I never procreate. My heart
going a mile a minute in my chest as the soldiers pry apart my legs. My eyes
looking from one to the other as they each look away, unable to look me in the
eye. Upon site of the dagger in the blood letters hands my eyes nearly pop out
of my skull, my body too weak to put up a fight as he curiously stops. I hear
him say something about his dagger not doing the job justice. It's as if I go
deaf for I can't hear anything other then my ragged breathing and the sound of
my own heart beat. My heart sinks as pure and utter terror paralyzes me while I
watch the blacksmith pick up a pair of pliers. Each step he takes towards me
seems like forever as he lowers the cold metal to between my thighs.*
Vishous Ghardian *Clenching my fists as my entire body
tenses and letting out a scream that reverberates off the cave walls. I'm certain
that if you are in a five mile radius of the camp, you can hear my agony. I
feel the pliers clamp down on my skin before the blacksmith pulls them towards
him. I can hear my flesh being torn from me as the absolute agony shoots up my
spine. I find myself praying to the Scribe Virgin to kill me...right then and
there. Feeling the warm thickness of my own blood as it runs down my thigh. The
pain is so intense that it causes me to loose the contents of my stomach...the
stench of sweat, blood and bile fills the air and still I see the Bloodletter
watches. I swear there is a smirk upon his lips as he watches the blacksmith
inflict such pain upon me. Feeling light headed and faint as a warm sensation
begins to come over my body. This is it...the Scribe Virgin has heard my prayer
and is taking me unto the Fade.*
Vishous Ghardian
*My vision becoming blurry as I begin to
slip away...either just to pass out or die. Suddenly the warm sensation gets a
whole lot warmer, I hear the screams from the soldiers that held me and the
black smith. I look down and my entire body is aglow, the soldiers that once
held me tightly were dead. The blacksmith and his instrument of torture had
also been slain. My new found freedom bringing one thing...I roll over onto my
side and throw up again and my body returns to it's normal color. I look up and
I see the slightest look of fear cross the Bloodletter's eyes as he takes a step
back from me. Mustering up every possible ounce of strength I have left I begin
to crawl. My body scraping along the coarse, dirt ground as I hiss at the pain.
Leaving in my trail blood and sweat before the wound heals itself. Everyone in
the camp watches in silence as I slowly drag myself from the cave.*
Vishous Ghardian
*Waking up covered in sweat, my fists
clenching the sheets and my breathing labored I look around. I'm back in the
PIT, I can hear Jay-Z playing in the living room and the hushed voices of Cop
and Marissa. Looking down I see the scars that run along my groin. Taking a
deep breath I can still smell the scent of dirt, blood and sweat as I run my
gloved hand through my hair. Fuck....I need a drink. Getting up off the bed and
making my way across the room to find some pants. Don't think Cop would like it
if I walked out there naked knowing his female is there as well true?* ~
If you are a survivor of child abuse—it’s not your
fault. I hope by reading V’s story from
his book to now, you have the courage to see that there is no one so wounded
that s/he cannot have a happy ending.
Believe me, if he can, so can you.
1-800-4-A-CHILD (1-800-422-4453) is a 24
hour, seven days a week hotline that doesn’t just deal with children. They can set you up with a counselor that
will talk to anyone of ANY age.
You are NOT alone. Never.
XOXO!
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