[M]- On a Dark and Stormy Night...

Matteo Trovato · 03-13-2011, 01:51 AM

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WARNING This thread contains: graphic violence and strong sexual content starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised.

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Date: Mid-November (Backdated. Way back.)

Setting: Atlantic Ocean, on the Black Pearl Tongue

Time: Close to Midnight

Character Form: Optime

Outfit: Black cargo pants, black leather collar. That's it.

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+734 - This post hints to sexual content and rather intense violence. Just a warning. The paragraph that's worst for this is marked with "☻", in case you want to skip it. It's not important to the scene, really.

Hunger. It was a gnawing pain in his stomach, far worse than the turning sensation brought on by the rocking boat. Outside, on-deck, the force of the storm could be felt like a hurricane, battering the wooden ship like hell itself had broken loose on the open ocean. The only proof of the storm inside the cabins and underdeck though, were the constant leaks in the ceiling and the sloshing effect the waves had on the vessel, casting the crew and passengers around like ragdolls at times.

Enough dramatic scenery though. Down below deck, in one of the less glorious cabins, a young male sat alone. His knees were pulled up to his chest, face buried into his legs and arms hugging around them tightly. Matteo Trovato tried as hard as he could to overcome the sick feeling he had, biting back the occasional whimper as the ship pitched especially hard to the left.

They'd been at sea for nearly three days now, and Guiseppe had forbidden the younger twin any sort of real meal since casting off. Matteo was still debating the likelyhood of surviving the trip, thanks to his brother's cruel treatment. He'd expected no less from the darker male, though, considering the reason they were on this damned ship in the first place.

☻ The memory was still fresh; his brother's claws digging into his back, the growls of pleasure loud and obtrusive in the younger Trovato's abused ears. His own cries of discomfort mixed with unwelcome pants and whimpers for more. The sudden feeling of dread and horror as their father walked in, just as Guiseppe hit his peak. The mortification of reaching his own climax in plain view of his father's horrified stare.

The pain of abandonment when his mother refused to help him out of the situation. The guilt of being shamed in the eyes of both his parents and the Lord. He could remember the bitter hatred in his older brother's eyes as they received their punishment, and then their exile. The older Trovato hadn't said a word to him the entire time it took to reach the docks, and even after they got on the ship, it was abusive act after abusive act.

Matteo was bruised and sore all over. Sitting as he did hurt him, though it was better than laying down and irritating his still healing cuts and scratches. Albino eyes opened and glanced up into the dark room, wet and empty aside from the bunks that were built into the walls. Four of them. One belonged to his brother, the rest were left empty. The floor was Teo's bed for the entire trip, as a punishment for crying on the first night.

With a sad and bitter glare, the young lad tucked his chin into the crevice between his knees, tail curling tighter around his waist. How had it come to be this way? Guiseppe had told him nothing would come of their nights together. He'd told him that it was all a game, and no one could be hurt by a silly game. Matteo had believed every word. Now he was seeing things in a new light, one that was at the far end of a chain, just out of reach.

He was a slave. He was his brother's item. A toy to be played with, abused, and then put away for later. Simple as that. Slowly he was coming to accept this fate. There was no way his father would ever let him come home alone, not that he'd be able to escape his older brother's clutches long enough to get away, and there was no chance of escaping the nightmare that had become his life because of it. He'd finish the ship ride to Canada (if he survived the entire way) and then he'd start his new life at the end of a leash, his brother holding the other end with an iron grasp.

Sighing shakily, Matteo curled tighter into his corner. Oh bitter seas, strike us and let us drown. I want nothing more to do with this horrible thing the Lord calls a gift. Where's my sunshine behind stormy clouds? All I see now is rain. Rain, and blood. Slowly, pink and blue hued eyes drifted shut. Outside, the thunder crashed loudly overhead, followed by a blinding flash of Lightning. The storm, like the voyage, was far from over.

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