Take A Stand

Rescued By Psii! :D

Okay, so . . . I don't know if anyone's reading this, but . . . It's fun to write, so . . . I'ma continue dis. ^_^ Second chapter! Wooo!

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I sat in the dimly lit carriage, bound to the floor. I felt the cart jerk, then move forward. Is this going to be my new life . . . ? Am I merely a sex slave? I guess so . . .

I watched longingly out the window, into the blue colored sky. It would be time for sleep, soon. I probably won't get any, tonight. Considering I'm being . . . Well, sold off for another "High-Blood's" Pleasures. The carriage would hit a rock or fallen branch or rather every now and again, making me fall to the side. I felt . . . Empty. That's the best way to describe it.

I could hear my previous owner singing, and in all honesty, it was beautiful. I pulled my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. I rest my cheek on my knee, staring out the window. I could hear the occasional shrieks of terror and pain. They were so heartbreaking . . . I closed my eyes, and I blocked out all noise. Why did life have to be this damn way . . . ? It was so horrible . . .

~TIME SKIP CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE!~

I looked out the window, and it was nightfall again. It's early . . . I shouldn't have stayed up all day . . .

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden scream, and a battle cry. What the hell . . . ? The carriage jerked to the side, throwing me into a wall. It rolled onto it's side, and I let out a small shriek. I heard my old master's enraged screams, and I felt worried.

What's going on . . . ?

I heard foot steps outside of the door, and I pressed against the wall behind me.

"Hey, 'Th'ignle'th', I think there'th' 'th'omeone in there." I heard a male voice with an obvious lisp.

The wooden doors opened, and I saw a young man, around my age. His right eye was red, while the left was blue. He was wearing a yellow jump suit, with the Gemini symbol along the front. He had four horns, two on each side.  Fairly sure he was a yellow blood.

"Um, hello . . . ?" I said, awkwardly.

He said nothing, and a red and blue glow emerged from his hand, and the shackles on my ankles released me.

"Can you walk?"  He asked me, holding his hand out, silently asking me to trust him. I'm not sure if I did, yet. I pressed farther into the wall, and he just smiled reassuringly.
"It'th' alright, I'm not going to hurt you. Come on, I'm gonna get you out of here." He said, his eyes showing kindness.

So, I took his hand.