No Way Out

No Way Out

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***violence, blood, rape, torture warning*** This is a very graphic story. It may cause triggers. please read cautiously and if you need to stop, it's ok. This story is an rp I am writing with a friend, and both parties have agreed to post it on here, therefore, each chapter is a post from each person writing the rp. It will go back and forth. AoiAzureCross is the other person writing this story with me and they are a very talented writer. They write as Ravus and I write as Taylen. We both write the side characters, though, some, like the duke, are written more by one person than the other. (the duke is their character not mine.. for the most part. I did write a few things with him) Taylen, the son of a baron, finds himself in the hands of a volatile man. His own father sold him as means to keep his social standing and now Taylen has to pay the price. In a world where magic reigns with very few human families that have power, one man went too far, sold his son, and now the boy has to put up with years of violent abuse from his new master. He is noticed by another at a party and slowly, things for the male start to change.
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Alone. Naked. Cold. Covered in blood that is just as likely to be mine as someone else's. I don't know who I am, where I am, or what I'm running from. All I get are flashes, snippets of dark shadows, sneering faces. Pain always follows these nightmares, these memories. I was found, taken in, but I have no way of knowing if I only escaped the frying pan just to jump into the fire. I don't understand these people, these wolves. They don't understand me, either. Our words mean nothing to each other, they're no more than sounds. We use gestures, facial expressions, body language like the beasts we seem to be. I can only pray these beasts are not the same ones I'm running from. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Ice" #3 in "Werecat" #18 in "Loss" #19 in "Neko"

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