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Title: Blinded
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kaylashay81
Rating: FR15
Disclaimer: The story is of my own creation...
Genre: Slave-Fic
Warnings: Slavery; Male Master / male slave
Word Count: 500
Beta:azraelz_angel
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slavefics Comment Fic Challenge
Prompt: Blind slave. -tasha18
Crossposted:orig_slavefic
Summary: Everything needs to have a purpose.
"Master?"
His voice carried through the darkness and he tried to ignore the trepidation that went with it. They say that a crippled slave is worth less than a cow that won't produce milk; the cow can at least feed the family after it's killed. When he opened his eyes after the accident and saw nothing but a pit of black, he knew his life was at an end. No Master would keep a crippled slave. No Master would buy a crippled slave.
He thought of all the things he could no longer accomplish without his sight. He couldn't prepare the Master's meals. He could no longer see the papers that littered his Master's desk and organize them. He couldn't walk to the bedroom and prepare himself for his Master's nighttime desires. He was useless, and his Master did not like useless objects.
'Everything needs to have a purpose. If it doesn't have a purpose and a way to accomplish that purpose, it's better off not existing.' Those were the words he had heard from his Master just weeks before his clumsy feet had sent him spiraling down the staircase. He did not remember much save for the sharp pain at the base of his skull and the startled cry of his Master.
He supposed he should be thankful. His Master has taken care of him through the entire ordeal. He was held as they waited for the arrival of the Master's personal physician. He recalled brief moments of lucidity over the next several days as the strong, calloused covered hands of his Master squeezed his hand. He remembered the soft feel of lips over his own just before the bandages were removed to reveal his sightless eyes.
When the doctor made his pronouncement of one hundred percent loss of vision in both eyes due to damage to the optical nerve, silence filled the room. He was thankful that the source of his problem allowed him not to see the revulsion that was sure to be present on his Master's face. Minutes passed and there were no hands to touch him, no hands to reassure him that everything would be okay.
He felt the tear slide down his cheek as he realized that his Master would no longer cherish him as he had for four perfect years. When he heard the soft click of a door, he knew it was over. His Master was already making plans. His disposal would be seen to and within days, his Master would have a new boy, an unbroken boy to call his pet. It was with those dark thoughts swirling through the sea of blackness that he called out in a futile attempt at one last moment.
"Master?"
"I'm here. It's going to be okay, Pet. Everything will be okay," came the response. And his heart filled with desperate hope as he felt a finger wipe away the tear and then a hand cup his face in a tender caress.
"You're still mine."
Author:
kaylashay81Rating: FR15
Disclaimer: The story is of my own creation...
Genre: Slave-Fic
Warnings: Slavery; Male Master / male slave
Word Count: 500
Beta:
azraelz_angelWritten For:
slavefics Comment Fic ChallengePrompt: Blind slave. -
tasha18Crossposted:
orig_slaveficSummary: Everything needs to have a purpose.
"Master?"
His voice carried through the darkness and he tried to ignore the trepidation that went with it. They say that a crippled slave is worth less than a cow that won't produce milk; the cow can at least feed the family after it's killed. When he opened his eyes after the accident and saw nothing but a pit of black, he knew his life was at an end. No Master would keep a crippled slave. No Master would buy a crippled slave.
He thought of all the things he could no longer accomplish without his sight. He couldn't prepare the Master's meals. He could no longer see the papers that littered his Master's desk and organize them. He couldn't walk to the bedroom and prepare himself for his Master's nighttime desires. He was useless, and his Master did not like useless objects.
'Everything needs to have a purpose. If it doesn't have a purpose and a way to accomplish that purpose, it's better off not existing.' Those were the words he had heard from his Master just weeks before his clumsy feet had sent him spiraling down the staircase. He did not remember much save for the sharp pain at the base of his skull and the startled cry of his Master.
He supposed he should be thankful. His Master has taken care of him through the entire ordeal. He was held as they waited for the arrival of the Master's personal physician. He recalled brief moments of lucidity over the next several days as the strong, calloused covered hands of his Master squeezed his hand. He remembered the soft feel of lips over his own just before the bandages were removed to reveal his sightless eyes.
When the doctor made his pronouncement of one hundred percent loss of vision in both eyes due to damage to the optical nerve, silence filled the room. He was thankful that the source of his problem allowed him not to see the revulsion that was sure to be present on his Master's face. Minutes passed and there were no hands to touch him, no hands to reassure him that everything would be okay.
He felt the tear slide down his cheek as he realized that his Master would no longer cherish him as he had for four perfect years. When he heard the soft click of a door, he knew it was over. His Master was already making plans. His disposal would be seen to and within days, his Master would have a new boy, an unbroken boy to call his pet. It was with those dark thoughts swirling through the sea of blackness that he called out in a futile attempt at one last moment.
"Master?"
"I'm here. It's going to be okay, Pet. Everything will be okay," came the response. And his heart filled with desperate hope as he felt a finger wipe away the tear and then a hand cup his face in a tender caress.
"You're still mine."
Wooow, for a fic that's only 500 words...it was pretty powerful, IMO. Great job...and lovely take on the prompt as well. <3
Thanks for the wonderful review. :-) I was going for a sniffle/tear feeling for this, so I'm glad I got the right reaction. I *almost* didn't give the a response to the slave. It would have been so easy to leave him hanging in the darkness and not have anything to grab on to. But then I fell for him and I wanted him to get what he deserved, the unconditional love of his master.
I answer a lot of drabble prompts at
I debated not letting the Master say anything and leaving up to each reader to decide... Then I couldn't take leaving the poor 'ittle slave hanging in the darkness, so I waved the happy-ending wand.
:-)
And he is very grateful. :-)
But instead you broke my heart with this guy's fear and anxiety and then ultimately the Master's reaction.
Great job!!
:-)
Revolution? *eyes you* Revulsion? That's the only word I can think of there...
Anyway. *pets you, slave, and Master* Thank you for the happy-ending wand! Such a gut-tugging story. *makes a cup of tea to read it again with*
I'm glad I waved that wand too. I didn't want my poor little blinded slave boy to suffer any longer. I'd be one of those people who go around collecting the slaves nobody wants and try to keep them safe.
:-)
I would help you! I bet we could start a huge home for abandoned slave boys. I think quite a few people on your flist would join in. :)
(Well done, by the way.)
Great story