Wooyoung

Wooyoung grew up on a small island in a town of barely 50 people. They were the descendants of ocean voyagers who decided they wanted to put down some roots and walk on solid ground. Hardly anyone knew of this island's existence, and that was just the way the islanders liked it.

Everyone knew each other. They all worked to fish, collect fresh water, keep each other healthy, and raise the kids.
So really, even though it was technically just him and his mom, Wooyoung grew up with over 30 parents. And he loved it. He never wanted things to change.
But, all good things must come to an end.

A few months before he was due to turn 16, a big deal on the island, that they were attacked by a small fleet of ships. Wooyoung had been going to the fishing spot to collect some food for dinner when the first cannons fired.
He turned just in time to see several of the small houses explode and burst into flames. Fear locked him in place, but then an explosion happened closer to his home, so he took off, worried about his mom.

Fire was spreading everywhere and he could hear his friends screaming in either pain, fear, or loss.

"Mom!" He called out, stumbling when he saw his house in ruins. "Mom!"
Wooyoung dropped to the ground and started shoving debris aside. "Mom! Mom! Please answer me!"

"Look at what he have here, boys. What's a pretty young thing doing playing in the filth?" A man ran forward and grabbed Wooyoung before he had the chance to get away, picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder.

Wooyoung screamed and thrashed back and forth, trying to get free. "No! Get off me! Mom!" He cried out, pounding his fists into the man's back.
He was instantly dropped onto the deck of a ship. The man grabbed his arm and pulled him close.

"Shut it, slut! Mommy's dead, and you're pretty face is coming with us. You're the prettiest thing I've seen in a long time, so I'm sure you'll fetch me a pretty penny."

"Let go of me!"

Wooyoung's face snapped to the side and he fell to the ground again. His cheek stung and he brought his hand up to rub it.

Then the man leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of his hair and started dragging him across the deck. Wooyoung screamed, his voice so high it cracked a little. He was pulled down several stairs and into a room full of other people chained to the walls.
The man tossed him in front of him and he slid across the floor. Soon he was chained to the wall of the ship and he was watching the man stomp up the stairs.

Fear took over as he realized that there was no going back. No chance of escape. His mother was... dead.
Tears flowed freely down his cheeks again.

"It's going to be ok. If you do as they say." A soft voice came from his right. Wooyoung turned to see another boy chained next to him. He had a kind look on his face as he tilted his head a little. His black and red hair was matted, but there still seemed to be a small spark to his eyes.

They boy reached for him and pulled him into his lap, comforting him and shushing him quietly. Wooyoung closed his eyes when he felt a gentle hand run through his hair, "My name is San."

"W-Wooyoung." He choked out, trying to stop crying. He and San were nearly inseperable after that night. Wooyoung grew attached to San almost immediately. He was used to people being kind to him, and the taller was the only one who had shown him any kindness.

Especially after the first night he had been bought for pleasure. It had been with two men, and they were nowhere close to rough with him. They enjoyed hearing his high-pitched screams and would find different ways to hurt him just to make it happen. The worst was when they raped him, both doing it at the same time. One in front and one from behind, then they switched, laughing at him endlessly as he begged for them to stop.

But San was there for him immediately, cradling him in his arms and whispered sweet nothings in his ears. Wooyoung missed his mom, his home, his friends. But he was thankful he had San. His San.

"We can't give up, Youngie," He whispered one night as they lay facing each other, legs tangled on the floor. "We will get out of here one day."

"How do you know?" Wooyoung asked, looking at San with wide puppy eyes.

"Aurora will protect us." San said.
It was a name that he was unfamiliar with, but San looked so confident when saying it that Wooyoung nodded and scooted closer to him. Wooyoung closed his eyes and smiled a little when he felt San's fingers on his cheek. "We'll get through this together, Youngie. I promise. I'll never leave you." Then the older leaned over and kissed him.

Wooyoung was surprised for a moment, but even after everything he'd been through with others, he could instantly tell that San's kiss was different. It meant something special, something more.

So Wooyoung kissed him back, wanting the feeling to last forever.

Several years went by, and Wooyoung did his best to stay positive. He leaned on San for support on his hardest days, which were the ones that he was bought for sex. San was his rock and he didn't know what he would have done if they hadn't met.

One day, as the slavers stopped by a small ocean city, Wooyoung felt his anxiety rise as San was purchased first, separating them for the day. He wasn't there to see Wooyoung get purchased by a burly sailor. The man immediately started to pull him away from the docks. Wooyoung tried to stay calm, but his heart raced. The man kept looking back at him and smirking.
He didn't want to go through this again... He was so tired... If he had to endure this again, he would rather die.

So he tried to run.

Wooyoung twisted himself from the man's grasp and bolted into the market. He didn't have a plan, all he could think about was just trying to get away.

"Get back here you little slut!" the man called after him. Wooyoung whimpered as he looked for an escape route.
There were too many people though. And he wasn't fast enough.

The man caught him and slapped him hard across the face. "You're going to pay for that." He gripped Wooyoung's forearm. "I'm going to enjoy this." He snarled and dragged him to the main square.

On the way there, he snatched a whip from one of the city guards, ignoring his protests, and shoved Wooyoung forward. "Now you are going to stand there. If you try to run again, I will make you wish you had never been born."

Wooyoung already wished that, but he was too scared to try and run again. He wished San was here...

His vision when white and he screamed at the top of his lungs with the first contact came. He fell to his hands and knees, then screamed again when the whip tore open his back again.

Then a third.

Fourth.

Wooyoung lost count as he fought to stay conscious. Nothing, not even being raped, compared to the pain he was in now. He wanted to die.
He wanted to die and never feel this again. Then he heard someone roar and yelling coming from behind him. He kept waiting for another flash of pain, but it never came.

If he had been more aware, he might have panicked when he heard the gunshot, but his vision was blurring.
He was being pushed back and forth and he thought he heard screaming.
He thought he heard his name.
Everything hurt. He wanted it to stop. He wanted to die, "Sannie..." he whispered one last prayer.

His world went black.

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Written by flamewhipper