Innocent (boyxboy)

Opening Up

A/N ~* The picture is of Artimeys! And the next chapter, as a warning, is probably going to make you guys sad or mad. It sucks, I'm sorry. ;-; *~

~River's POV~

I wasn't able to answer him yesterday. He had asked after I had shown him the pictures I kept drawing, but I didn't answer. It was like I was unable. Fucking hell, why was I so weak! I couldn't be within three feet of anyone without having a panic attack, I couldn't eat, I stuttered all the time. Why can't I just let him go? It's been almost six and a half years. But I still believe his words, hear his voice, feel his vile touch. I hated this.

Sitting in my bed, back to my wall, I stared at him. He was laying upside down, head almost touching the floor. And in front of his face he held a book in his left hand, eyes unable to leave his book. His hair was darker now then when he first got here, more brown than blonde. But the salt and pepper look of his long hair was still there. It hung down from his head, a heap of brown and blonde on the floor below him; his toes were curling and uncurling against the wall, casting long shadows in the turquoise light. I only stared at his eyes though. Green like the color of a rainforest after months of rain.

Hands came down all around the boy sitting next to me. Large hands with gnarled, bitten nails and a tattoo of a lizard that snaked around his wrist. I watched as the boy with dark brown hair was yanked out of the room, a sliver of light coming through the door and blinding me for a second before it disappeared. Pulling my legs up to my chest, I felt the cold metal of my restraints and chains on my bare skin. They were always cold, even with all the bodies packed in here. There were twelve beds, each a twin, three to each. Except me. I couldn't bear sleeping in a bed, much less sleeping at all.

I waited for the boy and the burly man to return. It felt like only a few minutes, but I knew it had been hours. I sat still as he latched the boy back up and came to me. I stood, eyes forward, staring into the faces of all the other girls and few boys. I felt the weight of the chains cease, but still felt cool metal on my ankles. He fastened different chains to my legs and held my wrists as he forced me out.

The hall was white, an ugly creamed color in the light of the yellow flames. I listened to the echoing sound of my chains on the marble floors as I was pushed forward.

Sunlight hit my face and I blinked, trying to regain my sight in the brightness. It filtered in through all of the windows that were floor to ceiling length. He sat in a velvet loveseat, arms drapes on the back, head to the side as he watched me make my way to him after my wrists were released. Kneeling before him I glared at the floor. I heard him lean down, felt his fingers curl around my chin and force my head upwards.

I stared into his blue eyes as he pulled me gently by the arm and up to sit between his legs. I sat still, hands on my thighs, feet dangling to touch the floor that was too far away as he ran his cold hands down my chest. His hands were cold as they wrapped around my chin, making me look up and into cold blue eyes. I stared unable to look away. These were the eyes of the man who had taken me and done terrible things to me. But even as those thoughts crossed my mind, I kept my gray eyes locked to the cold sea blue ones. The ones filled with hatred and lust of the most terrible kind.

“River?” Startled, slightly shaking, I blinked away forming tears and looked at Artimeys who was now sitting criss-cross on the floor. His green, green eyes, filled with concern, stared at me. “I asked if you were okay. . You seem a little upset?” He asked the last part like a question, unsure if he had used the right words for me.