Prologue
Uncomfortably silent, the street lamps flickered in the breeze. Gently tinkling the bells hanging from the veranda, the guard's staff hits them as he walks down the steps. There was nothing he could do about the screaming coming from inside the estate, not that he cared. Up in this villa on the hill, a young girl lay splayed on the floor, her (s/c) skin covered in cuts. Bruises ran up her arms and chained legs as she covered her head with her arms, trembling in pain. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair stuck to her face as her strained (e/c) eyes glued shut. The small piercing under her bottom lip lay torn on her mouth, the small ink markings of her people dusting from ear to ear, this time blending with the deep bruises below her eyes. Tears pooled beneath her as her attacker loomed, clutching his weapon.
"Oh, come now." He grinned sickly, "Not a sound?"
The whip flew up, cracking down deep into the skin of her back. The barbs sunk, tearing up both flesh and fabric alike, leaving lacerations that soon flooded with blood. "Go on," He cried, repeatedly striking, "Tell me to stop!"
(Y/n) knew the stakes, give in and be killed, or cope. She had gotten used to this gruesome routine. Almost every day, after he meets with the king, the Senator would take out his frustrations upon her skin.
She had been captured and taken from her home (C/n) when she was a toddler, and like the Fanalis, her people were highly valued on the slave market. Though the (C/p) did not have strong legs or good hearing like the Fanalis, they were extremely light on their feet. Running at exceptionally high speeds, they were difficult to catch. The (C/p) were extremely agile and trained in their best years with great skills in defense tactics. Fifteen years had passed, and the chains (Y/n) bore were still as heavy and tight, keeping her tied to the ground.
Her voice croaked into the air as the senator's foot fell onto her back, her mouth filled with blood and vomit. It ran across her lips as she coughed and gasped. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, twirling his blade in his fingers, "I was getting bored anyway." He said, stabbing the blade into the ground next to her face, leaving a deep slice in the curve of her chin.
Waving his hand, he gestured to the servants outside. He threw back the rest of his wine, hurling his goblet across the room. The politician drunkenly sauntered out of the study, "Get this cleaned up," He spat, "I need it presentable for auction in two days."
As his footsteps faded down the hallway, (Y/n) hesitantly opened her eyes, slowly unfurling herself on the ground. She broke down into a hard sob, shaking as she attempted to sit up. The servants took immediate action, beginning medical attention. The first, Aliya, held (Y/n)'s head in her hands, weeping at the sight of her friend in such a state. The second, Zuri, tended to the wounds as best she could. "Aliya, keep pressure there!" She cried, "We have to stop the bleeding!"
(Y/n) felt numb, and eventually her pain melted into static. Feeling her pulse grow thready and the wounds pooling, her vision tunneled. Zuri frantically pressed her fingers against (Y/n)'s neck, feeling for a pulse. Upon feeling the shallow thud against her skin, her eyes widened.
"Aliya, her heart!" She screamed, "G-get a healer, quickly!"
Aliya nodded, gently placing (Y/n)'s head down and stumbling over herself as she bolted out the door. Zuri placed pressure above the gooping wounds, panicking at the sight of so much blood.
This was going to be a long night.
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Escaping Fate - Ja'far X Reader
Fanfiction(Y/n) (L/n) has been a slave her whole life. She is a citizen of (C/n), who are known to be extremely light and can run up to extremely high speeds. One day after her master beats her to the brink of death, she is sold to a man in the Leam Empire...
