Guardian || Cyan

Chapter 5

Language is Russian. Translations at the end.
This is gonna be hard to understand kinda. I realize that after writing it, not everyone's going to understand Russian in the dialouge, so you might have to skip to the translations.

Chris POV

I sat in the middle of my bed, my knees pulled up to my chest. My body ached and there were bruises everywhere. It was 3 am and I couldn't sleep. I was in too much pain. I heard Ryan groaning and moving around in the room across the hall. As much as I'd like his company, my skin had way too many marks right now.

I sighed, reaching over and turning the lamp off. I hate my life. I hate my job. I hate my boss. Well, he's not even a boss. He owns me. I'm his slave.

I shuddered at the thought. I hated remembering the day my mother was killed. It happened right in front of me. I'll never forget. I can't.

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*11 years ago*

I walked through the front door. School had ended early, as there was a festival today. It was known as смерть. Basically, a bunch of humans were brought here, and burned alive for fun. It was sort of entertaining, sort of not. (1)

"Мама!" I called out. "я дома!" (2)

I got no reply.

"Мама?" I tried again.

I walked around the house, checking to see if I could find her. I looked in every room, not finding her. Eventually, I reached her bedroom. The door was open on a crack. I knocked lightly, pushing it open.

I froze at the sight. My father stood above her. She was lying on the floor, as he pointed a gun at her.

"Пожалуйста остановись! Не обижай меня!" She whispered. (3)

"Стоп! Что делаешь?" I asked. He turned to look at me, moving his gun to face me. (4)

"Заткнись и садись." He told me. I shook my head. (5)

"Пожалуйста остановись...." I whispered. (6)

"Попасть на гребаный пол." He ordered. (7)

I nodded my head, doing as he said. I sunk to my knees, biting my lip. I watched as he turned the gun back to my mother.

"Нeт!" She screamed. He leaned down, pressing the gun to her temple. (8)

"Заткнись." He growled. (9)

Her sobbing ceased as he pulled the trigger, the loud bang causing me to jump. I stared at her body, tears in my eyes. Her blood was splattered on the wall. I looked away. I couldn't bear the scene.

"Зачем...?" I choked, allowing the tears to fall. (10)

"Будьте спокойны и делайте, как я говорю." (11)

I nodded, not knowing what else to do.

"Сними одежду." He ordered. "Вы собираетесь в новый дом." (12)

"К-куда я иду?" (13)

"Заткнись! Не беспокойтесь об этом!" He yelled. "Теперь снимите одежду!" (14)

I nodded, reluctantly complying. I began to take off my clothes as he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Здравствуйте?...да, она мертва...Он расстроен, но послушным...да...все, что ты хочешь, чтобы он сделал...Он идеальный раб...До свидания." (15)

What? Slave? Was he talking about me? Oh I hope not. I was naked now, and I didn't like it. I sat on the floor, my head in my hands.

"Ч-что ты собираешься делать со мной?" (16)

He didn't answer. He put the phone down, coming over to me.

"Дайте мне ваши руки." He ordered. I did as I was told, holding out my hands. (17)

He grabbed a piece of rope off the bed, and tied my hands together. I looked up at him.

He moved away, sitting down on the bed. Minutes passed, seeming like hours. There was a knock on the door downstairs, and I heard it slam open.

I heard footsteps on the stairs. "Я здесь. Где это?" I heard a voice call. (18)

"Он прямо здесь." My father called back. (19)

My back was turned to the door, so I couldn't see who it was. A hand gripped my chin, turning my head.

It was the king of demons. Why was the king here? What did he want with me?

"Ах...Он совершенен. У него красивое тело." He spoke, releasing me and looking at my father. "Сколько это стоит?" (20)

"5000."

He was going to sell me. He couldn't do that! I'm his son! "Нет! Вы не можете продать меня!" I yelled. (21)

"Заткнись." The king spoke, handing a pile of money to my father. "Вот." (22)

He counted through it, nodding. "Он твой." (23)

The king grabbed a hold of my arm, hauling me to my feet. "Давай." (24)

I had no other choice. I walked with him, out the door.

I was his slave now. I was scared. I didn't know what to do.

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Alright, so here's this chapter. This chapter actually shows how many problems I have lmao

A little more of view into Chris's past and why he is where he is. Next chap will be in Ryan's POV.

Translations: (sorry. There's a lot)

1. Death
2. Mom....I'm home
3. Please stop...don't hurt me
4. Stop...what are you doing
5. Shut up and sit down.
6. Please stop
7. Get on the fucking floor
8. No
9. Shut up
10. Why
11. Be calm and do as I say
12. Take your clothes off....You're going to a new home
13. Where am I going
14. Shut up. Don't worry about it...now take off your clothes
15. Hi?...yes, she's dead...He's upset, but obedient...yes... whatever you want him to do...He's an ideal slave...Goodbye.

16. What are you going to do to me
17. Give me your hands
18. Im here. Where is it
19. Hes right here
20. Ah...he's perfect. He has a pretty body....how much is it.
21. No. You can't sell me
22. Shut up. Here
23. He's yours
24. Come on 

~ Syn