Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade, please don't sue, I'm poor, still in High School (for the moment) and you really wouldn't get much. So don't sue because I just don't own Beyblade.
Warnings: NCS, psychological torture, torture, yaoi, religion
Shivering he pressed himself against the wall of the furthest corner of his cell as the voice of his abductor, his tormenter, drifted trough the air. "Hello Kitten." The voice was soft, kindly, but to him it spoke of cruelty and shame, of pain and horror, ad all things evil. "It's good to see you're awake, I was afraid you would be asleep for much longer after our last session."
A chocked sob bubbled up in his throat and managed to escape, the sob sounding harsh in the enclosed cell. He hugged his knees closer to his chest trying, in some way, to hide his nude, beat and bleeding body.
"Don't cry Kitten, you should be happy! Our next session begins in a day. I'm sure you'll love this one the most."
He looked up at the intercom where the voice was coming from knowing there was a camera there as well, his abductor had told him how enjoying it was to watch him. Gold eyes flashed briefly in anger before going back to a more neutral state. "What do you want from me?" He asked his voice low because of the pain in his throat.
"All will be answered in due time, but for now simply enjoy your accommodations and think about how to repent for the sins you have committed." The last words were soaked in anger and hatred and the prisoner couldn't help but curl into himself more trying to create a smaller target. "Don't worry Kitten, I'll be sure to take good care of you. I promise."
There was a scrapping sound followed by a brief buzzing, it was a sound that meant the intercom had been turned off, and the whole room was blanketed in silence. that didn't mean that he sill wasn't being watched. Not for the first time since being here he brought his face to his knees and gave into despair, his tears soaking his knees and running down his bare legs leaving streaks as they collected dirt on their descent to the floor. His midnight hair no longer in its usual wrap fell forward curtaining him against the cold and partially against the eyes of his captor, but nothing could shield him from the pain and horror and the humiliation he'd received because of his situation.
Prologue is done; after this it will be what happened before this event until we reach this same point in time. Pairings have not been decided. I may hold a vote later on.
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