Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

Original Fiction: To Be Free...

Title: To Be Free...
Author: kaylashay
Rating: FR18
Disclaimer: The story is of my own creation...
Genre: Slave-Fic; Angst
Warnings: Slavery; Character Death
Word Count: 955
Beta: avamclean

Crossposted: orig_slavefic; slavefics

Summary: ...for while we exist death is not present, and when death is present we no longer exist. - Epicurus

He watched with resigned trepidation as another orderly in white scrubs passed his cage. He released the breath he had held on to as the door to the cage next to him was opened and a different slave was pulled on hands and knees down the corridor.

He had been in the facility for two weeks and he knew that his time was approaching. He tried to keep away false hope that the workers would somehow forget that he was scheduled to be terminated like every other slave that sat shivering in the steel cages. He tried to empty his mind and think of himself as they thought of him, an old sex slave who didn't have a purpose anymore.

He sighed as he pulled his legs up to his bare chest so he could wrap his arms around them. The storage room was kept at a constant temperature of sixty degrees. However, none of the occupants were allowed clothing of any kind; not even any coverings to protect them from the cold wires of the steel cages.

They were not allowed to leave the cages unless it was their time to make the final journey to the euthanasia room. There was a hole in the corner of each cage for pissing or defecation. Their food was a liquid gruel delivered via a feeding mechanism that mimicked something a hamster cage would have. Other than those two simple things, the slaves in the storage room did not need anything else.

The cages were not large enough for them to stretch out. They spent each long day with their legs pulled close to their bodies, sometimes rubbing at cramped calf muscles. There wasn't even enough room to lie down for sleep. Each slave would lean against the wires at the back of their cage to get a moment of rest in between the times when another was taken away.

The clinking of chains brought his focus back to the corridor in front of him as he saw the new arrivals being led to their final home. Most had the same haunted look that he was sure had been in his own eyes when he was led to the white room lined floor to ceiling with wire cages. The ones that didn't, struggled and paid the price. He moved as far to the back of his cage as he could while he watched one of the fighting slaves get hit with the high voltage of the orderly's Taser. He didn't try closing his eyes to block the site; he would still hear everything.

Things calmed down a bit later as the newcomers settled into the cages. In the quiet, he allowed himself to drift, allowed himself to think about his life and how everything had always led to the place he now resided. His entire life was just a tunnel leading him to the room where the orderlies would take his life away.

He was twelve when his father had traded him in lieu of a gambling debt to his friend. He had gone to bed while the men were still drinking and smoking cigars around the card game downstairs. One minute he was warm and safe and the next, rough hands were dragging him from the room and stripping his clothes from him. He remembered calling out for his mother, but no one rescued him.

He learned quickly what being a slave meant, just as he learned that he no longer had any control over how his life would progress. As he aged, he was passed from owner to owner as each of the previous ones would tire of him after a year or two. When he reached his twenty-fifth birthday, it became harder for his current owner to sell him to someone new. His last owner hadn't even bothered. He had just called the pick-up service and left him tied outside the front door to await his fate.

He was just over thirty and he was about to die. The first time he had learned of the way in which old slaves were disposed, he had been eighteen and recently sold to a new owner. When he had arrived at his new home, he temporarily shared living quarters with a slave who was just past thirty. The slave had not been too friendly with him as he had tried to size up his potential competition.

He learned the next morning that the older was the furthest thing from competition when it came to his new owner. The slave was being "put out to pasture" and he had listened as the topic of killing older slaves was discussed over top his kneeling body. For months after the disappearance of the slave, he had vivid nightmares of what would happen when his time came. They didn't compare to what he now faced.

The slap of the heavy metal door to the storage room alerted the arrival of another faceless orderly tasked with collecting a slave. He didn't realize that the orderly had stopped at his cage until he heard and felt the click of the leash attaching to the ring on his collar. With a tug, he was moving on unsteady hands and knees from the cage and dumbly following the man holding his leash.

He wanted to fight, he wanted to scream and kick and shout to anyone that would listen that he wasn't ready to die. He wanted to live. He wanted a life that he never had. He wanted to know what it would have been like had his father not sold him away twenty years before. He wanted to do anything other than crawl to his own demise. He wanted to be free.

Read the companion piece Living Oblivion


( 47 Campfires — Leave a Comment )
Page 1 of 2
<<[1] [2] >>
May. 17th, 2009 03:53 am (UTC)
That is a very heart wretching story.
May. 17th, 2009 03:54 am (UTC)
Thanks... It was a heart wrenching bunny...
May. 17th, 2009 03:58 am (UTC)
Wanted to read this before I went to bed - and wow. I loved the desolation, the feeling of utter despair. It's all sickening, horrifying, and strangely fascinating all at once - how did this become the norm? Will there be an overthrowing of the establishment? So many questions, and I love it.

You also managed to make me feel for the slave in this, and in just under 1000 words to boot. Bravo for you! *claps*
May. 17th, 2009 04:03 am (UTC)
Yay... (in a sad way that is)

This is my original story, so I'm glad it came across the way I wanted it to. There are many questions about this world and I'm not sure I know all of them yet.

The slave was in a bad place because he didn't know if wanted to be alive and free and just dead which would also free him. He knew not to the expect the first one, but there was always hope until that last moment.
(no subject) - spoonyriffic - May. 17th, 2009 04:06 am (UTC) - Expand
(no subject) - kaylashay - May. 17th, 2009 04:09 am (UTC) - Expand
(no subject) - kaylashay - Jun. 3rd, 2009 04:22 am (UTC) - Expand
(no subject) - spoonyriffic - Jun. 3rd, 2009 04:25 am (UTC) - Expand
(no subject) - kaylashay - Jun. 3rd, 2009 04:28 am (UTC) - Expand
(no subject) - spoonyriffic - Jun. 3rd, 2009 04:30 am (UTC) - Expand
(no subject) - kaylashay - Jun. 3rd, 2009 04:34 am (UTC) - Expand
May. 17th, 2009 04:01 am (UTC)
Oh my, wonderfully written! I did like how you described their cages. -shivers- I almost felt cramped while reading about them.

Also, I really loved the depressing tone this story had. I also loved the final paragraph, especially the last line--that was a perfect way to end this piece, I think.

All in all, I really enjoyed reading this. The whole "character death" aspect was what reeled me in, and I'm really happy that I ended up reading this. Great work! ♥

May. 17th, 2009 04:06 am (UTC)

I debated putting a character death warning on it since I don't really have any characters die on screen but I know some don't like implied death, so I went with the warning. Glad you gave it a chance!

I had a very depressing and made me sad as I wrote it. I almost want to write happy crack!fic for something to make up for the sadness now.

For the slave I focused on, I felt that he wanted to go down fighting, but didn't have it in him to do what he had watched do before him. He fought on the inside, but not on the outside.

Thanks for the review!
May. 17th, 2009 04:14 am (UTC)
What a wonderful first chapter of a story...the atmosphere, how crampted the cages were, the fear....the utter hopelessnes of it all.
May. 17th, 2009 04:16 am (UTC)
Thanks! Everyone is going to be pushing for more it sounds like. I'll have to think on it and see what else is in this world.
(no subject) - lab_jazz - May. 17th, 2009 05:53 am (UTC) - Expand
May. 17th, 2009 04:21 am (UTC)
Awwww. :(
*snuggles pillow*

I have to say, I read that, then thought, "Wait. There's more to it than that," read it again, and nodded. Second time around, there's more to it than him just thinking about what it would be like to be free. He's actually trying to fight back, but he doesn't know how, or he's just too brainwashed into believing he has no rights and whatnot. (I'm not sure that just made sense.) Loving the tone here - definitely drew me in.

The clinking of chains brought his focus back to the corridor in front of him
I don't know. For some reason, that's my favorite line. It's almost like that's excitement and entertainment for him - it's the only thing worth seeing, so he's going to pay attention to it if it kills him. Loved it. Times a billion. (Falling asleep typing this. Thanks again for the DW!)
May. 17th, 2009 04:27 am (UTC)

He definitely wants to fight against what he has no control over. And you are right, he has no clue how to fight back. He was able to when everything started because he was so young around the adults. And by the time he was old enough to act out, he didn't because he was resigned to what he was.

It is morbid entertainment for him and the others. The first few days there, not so much. But after they settle in to what is to come, watching is the only thing they can do to break the monotonous staring at the cage bars.

And you are welcome for DW!
May. 17th, 2009 05:34 am (UTC)
It feels weird to say good job for this since it's definitely not a happy story. But it was well written and I enjoyed it. I think the emotion came through very well.
May. 17th, 2009 05:36 am (UTC)
It's weird to put exclamation points in the Thanks! messages because it is a sad story...

Glad you liked it... It was my first real trip into original writing, so I'm kinda nervous. Although I'm already writing a companion fic to it. :-)
May. 17th, 2009 06:52 am (UTC)
Your descriptions were wonderful. A great,if sad, story.
May. 17th, 2009 06:53 am (UTC)
Thanks! It came out very sad, didn't it...
(no subject) - twicet - May. 17th, 2009 06:57 am (UTC) - Expand
(no subject) - kaylashay - May. 17th, 2009 06:58 am (UTC) - Expand
May. 17th, 2009 03:27 pm (UTC)
This was incredible. You've done a great job creating the feel of this universe is so few words. There is such potential here for more, but as a OS it works too.
May. 17th, 2009 04:16 pm (UTC)

I've done a companion piece one-shot to this, but I'm not sure it comes across as well as this one, so I'm thinking on it before I post.

Glad you liked the universe this little bit created.
May. 17th, 2009 04:23 pm (UTC)
very sad story ,not a happy ending for anyone ending up there .I liked it ,made me tear up at the end .
May. 17th, 2009 04:25 pm (UTC)
Thank you... There's really no way for that scenario to end happily for anyone.

Glad you liked!
May. 17th, 2009 04:35 pm (UTC)
Wow. I think you just broke my heart. *whimpers*

Will you be continuing this verse?
May. 17th, 2009 04:45 pm (UTC)
*hands you glue to put the heart back together*

I think I may visit it more... I think...
May. 17th, 2009 04:44 pm (UTC)
Wow -- very powerful. Well done. You've made me want to make signs and picket the facility where the "old" slaves are taken to be disposed of.
May. 17th, 2009 04:45 pm (UTC)

I think I'll be standing out there with you and I'm the one that created the darn place.
(no subject) - jagfanlj - May. 18th, 2009 05:42 am (UTC) - Expand
(no subject) - kaylashay - May. 19th, 2009 02:31 am (UTC) - Expand
May. 17th, 2009 06:04 pm (UTC)
May. 17th, 2009 06:05 pm (UTC)
May. 17th, 2009 06:12 pm (UTC)
Excellent! Left me feeling so sad. All I could think was what a waste. What kind of a society throws away people that way? I think I would like to know more about this world. :)
May. 17th, 2009 06:15 pm (UTC)
This world is not a happy place for those who end up in slavery... Their lifespan is drastically cut.

This world views slaves like some view overpopulated dogs and cats. If they can't be of use to someone, then they put them down... :-(

I have a companion piece posted to this...
May. 17th, 2009 08:01 pm (UTC)
Oh I love you beyond words for this. Loads of reasons why.

In Slavefics there tends to be 'that bad place' that slaves are always threatened with. You never see it.

And you just showed it in the best way possible.

I'm just so so so happy that you didn't do this to a character I care about. If you had put this story at the end of an epic piece, where you had built up the character...I would hate you. So much.

But you didn't- so I love you. You understand what I mean right?

Didn't you just want to put in a Deux Ex Machina and save the guy. That would have been nice :/

PS: In the cat homes where I live they aren't put down.
May. 17th, 2009 08:05 pm (UTC)

I don't know if I could have done this to a character I had built up... I had a hard enough doing it to this character.

I had ideas of abolitionists breaking in and freeing him, but in the end, the world is not always pleasant.

Most shelters I know of don't put the animals down, but I also know of some that do. I had a friend in college that worked at one for awhile for her degree towards Vet school. She ended up with a puppy because she couldn't put it down when she did the others.
(no subject) - sweatyscotty - May. 17th, 2009 08:07 pm (UTC) - Expand
(no subject) - kaylashay - May. 17th, 2009 08:11 pm (UTC) - Expand
May. 18th, 2009 06:27 am (UTC)
That was gut-wrenching. I love the way you write, but what really blew me away with this piece is how you captured the essence of a place.

One line ripped my heart out with it's despair and futility, His entire life was just a tunnel leading him to the room where the orderlies would take his life away. I kept hoping for a last-minute reprieve, even though I knew it wouldn't happen.

May. 19th, 2009 02:33 am (UTC)

I wrote this in like an hour, so I'm glad that the essence of where the slave was came across so well. I too kept waiting for that last-minute reprieve even though I *knew* there wasn't going to be one. Is that bad?
(no subject) - jagfanlj - May. 19th, 2009 07:53 am (UTC) - Expand
Page 1 of 2
<<[1] [2] >>
( 47 Campfires — Leave a Comment )

Latest Month

May 2015


Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by Tiffany Chow