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animatedsmoke) wrote2016-07-30 11:26 pm
animatedsmoke) wrote2016-07-30 11:26 pm
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Who: Potemkin, Ky Kiske
What: Torture porn on the stage of a corrupt empire
When: AU
Where: Zepp
Warnings: noncon, sex slavery
Heroes want the world to know that the crimes of Zepp have not gone ignored. Heinous transgressions toward man and cruelty unparalleled to what else could be found on modern earth can go unanswered in the technological country because of its isolationism, the remoteness allowing for a few to put all of the land under their law, but there were fighters willing to prove that this should not be. Their tools are espionage, elusiveness, and just a little bit of force. At the time the secret effort cannot afford much more than that. When one warrior investigating took a wrong turn, the oligarchy seized on him, finding through him their chance to express all of their recent grievances.
Potemkin never did consider himself a hero. He never carried any desire to antagonize evil, or any ambitions other than wanting to keep his own definition of himself. Holding on to his identity, in the way that satisfied Potemkin, required disobeying direct orders, so the ones giving them out weren't very keen on arguing the differences between heroes, rebels, and simple yet very spirited men. The time came when he became officially, on the papers of clerical cabinets, designated as useless for the matters of manpower and warfare. He had to be repurposed. After the first time, as soon as he was left alone he was breathless and felt the backs of his hands damp with tears that came out uncontrollably, having made their way to his face when he insisted over and over that he was still himself. Till the end, he did keep his word true, if only just the word. Potemkin did not die from what was done to him, even as it happened again, and again. What was truly alive, what had once been the living part of Potemkin, retreated into himself, to a place as deep and unreachable to the world as the bottom of the ocean is to a wave. The administration of Zepp now knows the unusual slave as being virtually mute, a footnote to his other idiosyncrasies. He had stopped talking when he no longer expected anything to happen from anything he could say.
So he makes no question even when something registers as very out of the ordinary. He is moved to a place he doesn't recognize, where his rudimentary clothing is removed except for of course the collar, a relatively thin model that stays close to the neck. He's graduated to not needing any insurance to his loyalty other than the threat of the bomb. After that he's already left on his own.
He seems to be tucked in the side wings of a very short theater, the only lights just making the room feel darker. The intent as far as he can tell is for him to wait until given further signal.
What: Torture porn on the stage of a corrupt empire
When: AU
Where: Zepp
Warnings: noncon, sex slavery
Heroes want the world to know that the crimes of Zepp have not gone ignored. Heinous transgressions toward man and cruelty unparalleled to what else could be found on modern earth can go unanswered in the technological country because of its isolationism, the remoteness allowing for a few to put all of the land under their law, but there were fighters willing to prove that this should not be. Their tools are espionage, elusiveness, and just a little bit of force. At the time the secret effort cannot afford much more than that. When one warrior investigating took a wrong turn, the oligarchy seized on him, finding through him their chance to express all of their recent grievances.
Potemkin never did consider himself a hero. He never carried any desire to antagonize evil, or any ambitions other than wanting to keep his own definition of himself. Holding on to his identity, in the way that satisfied Potemkin, required disobeying direct orders, so the ones giving them out weren't very keen on arguing the differences between heroes, rebels, and simple yet very spirited men. The time came when he became officially, on the papers of clerical cabinets, designated as useless for the matters of manpower and warfare. He had to be repurposed. After the first time, as soon as he was left alone he was breathless and felt the backs of his hands damp with tears that came out uncontrollably, having made their way to his face when he insisted over and over that he was still himself. Till the end, he did keep his word true, if only just the word. Potemkin did not die from what was done to him, even as it happened again, and again. What was truly alive, what had once been the living part of Potemkin, retreated into himself, to a place as deep and unreachable to the world as the bottom of the ocean is to a wave. The administration of Zepp now knows the unusual slave as being virtually mute, a footnote to his other idiosyncrasies. He had stopped talking when he no longer expected anything to happen from anything he could say.
So he makes no question even when something registers as very out of the ordinary. He is moved to a place he doesn't recognize, where his rudimentary clothing is removed except for of course the collar, a relatively thin model that stays close to the neck. He's graduated to not needing any insurance to his loyalty other than the threat of the bomb. After that he's already left on his own.
He seems to be tucked in the side wings of a very short theater, the only lights just making the room feel darker. The intent as far as he can tell is for him to wait until given further signal.