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Author's Note: This story features elements of human trafficking. Reader discretion is advised.

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“I hate you; I just want you to know that”

The woman's laughter was gentle and filled with youthful pleasure. "You don't even know me, silly boy." She slipped a hand into his hair, looking down at the bound slave. "You are absolutely gorgeous."

He blushed, unaccustomed to that sort of praise, especially coming from someone that beautiful. Or who owned him. The best he could gather, her father was the one who had bought him from the Matron's shop at the mall, and he was someone of some importance given the way she hovered and kowtowed.

The one benefit to his purchase was that he has been given a pair of black yoga pants to wear. Then he realized they were locking him into a crate. He was ordered to kneel down on a solid wooden pallet. Next, a thin strip of metal was pressed into his knee joint and he was forced to sit back onto his heels. The Ape locked heavy metal cuffs tightly to his wrists next, and then threaded bolts through the securing rings on the cuffs, then  holes at the ends of the bar and down into the pallet. They draped him in chains and immobilized him, locking them down as well.

"Shut up and stay that way." Tom didn't know that a smile could be conveyed in words, let alone such a cruel one, but somehow the Ape managed as he tacked the wooden walls and ceiling of his crate in place. Without another word he wheeled him out of the back of the shop dropped him back into the back of a delivery truck. And after a long drive, he was here. Two men with collars pried the top and front off the crate and left him kneeling in the vestibule.

And now there was a beautiful woman standing over him with a hand in his hair.

Tom shifted from side to side, uncomfortable as hell, keeping his eyes on her. She had a tight body, barely concealed by a form-fitting emerald-green dress. Her auburn hair looked like it was probably very long, but now it was twisted and braided, piled artfully on top of her head revealing a long, elegant neck. He was immediately glad he was in the loose-fitting yoga pants.

"I am Lady Trinia. What's your name?" Her voice was youthfully exuberant and matched her look; he couldn't quite peg her age, but she seemed like she could be as young as him, except for the eyes.

"Tom." He shifted his weight from one knee to the other, which only made them ache worse.

"Tom. Tom you're beautiful. I will make you a deal." She offered him a ravenous, dangerous smile that turned him on and terrified him at the same time. "I'm going to kiss you, and if you're nice, I'm going to unhook you."

"And if I'm not nice?" He managed from his parched throat.

"Then I won't play nice either." She slide her hand to the back of his head, tugging it back, "Now kiss me."


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Today's '30 Days of Fic' task was to write a scene with the opening line “I hate you; I just want you to know that”

Click Here for rundown of tasks that are part of the "30 Days of Fic" challenge, including a link to all completed works!

It is also the third of a three part story set in Tir na Cali, a fantastic setting that has been borrowed lovingly (and with permission) from [personal profile] aldersprig  (whose work you should REALLY be reading).

Date: 2011-06-26 10:27 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] samararaine
"Tom. Tom you're beautiful. I will make you a deal." She offered him a ravenous, dangerous smile that turned him on and terrified him at the same time. "I'm going to kiss you, and if you're nice, I'm going to unhook you."

"And if I'm not nice?" He managed from his parched throat.

"Then I won't play nice either." She slide her hand to the back of his head, tugging it back, "Now kiss me."

Oh, wow! I love this. It's got intensity to it and I'm now incredibly intrigued. I've got to find the first one and then comb through everything else to see what else you've got here! laughs. This is great.

Date: 2011-06-26 12:56 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] samararaine
Oh wow! That's awesome! I'll read these in a bit!

Date: 2011-06-26 01:37 pm (UTC)
aldersprig: drawing of the author (LynLyn)
From: [personal profile] aldersprig
Hi!

I started your story last night, love it. And I'll hopefully get my 18-20 done tonight, for three other viewpoints on Thomas's story.

Date: 2011-06-26 01:36 pm (UTC)
aldersprig: a woman's face and neck, a chain wrapped round her neck (kinkbingo)
From: [personal profile] aldersprig
*purr* love.

Moar?

You'll want to give it a reread for missed words later; there's a few skips (also it's the third of three, not the second)... but it's hot as hell and I love the crating.

Date: 2011-06-27 03:34 pm (UTC)
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (aldersprig)
From: [personal profile] aldersprig
*sigh* just re-read the prompt. I was going to end a bit with that line.

Date: 2011-06-29 10:22 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] meridian_rose
a ravenous, dangerous smile that turned him on and terrified him at the same time. Such a great phrase.
So, the story follows Tom through his abduction, preparation for sale, and now meeting his new owner. No more on his fate? Because the end was both satisfying in a leave-it-to-the-reader's-imagination way, and yet open-ened enough to do more with :D

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