He lay, curled within himself on the hard but carpeted floor with a single, paper-thin blanket over his nude, shivering body. Up he went, but then he saw black specks before his eyes because he had gotten up too fast. He sat, waited until he could see clearly, then got up again, this time slowly. The Hylian went on the balls of his feet to the door and and reached for the handle, heart thumping in his chest so much that it almost hurt. His slender fingers closed around the metal and began to turn, achingly slow. Only a few more inches and that would mean freedom.

Something shifted.

All breath circulating through Link's body ceased to move.

"What are you doing...?" A sleepy, deep voice questioned. It was only inches away from him. Link knew he was caught red-handed. He was silent. Still, no air was breathed in. "What do you think you're doing?" The voice growled threateningly. Before Link knew it, he was being pushed to the floor.

"Hands and knees, right now. NOW!" Link flinched at the venom in his captor's voice. He immediatley scrambled onto his knees and forearms on the same floor that he had slept on only moments ago, and he was wondering why he didn't just stay there. There were footsteps then, and the sound of something being taken off of the end table that was next to his master's bed. Oh, how he longed to lay in that bed and be warm...

"Tell me, boy...what makes you think you can just run away from me whenever you feel like it? What makes you think you can just leave and disobey me?" Link stared at the floor, terrified but ready to accept whatever was coming. There was a long, long pause. Terrifying. "How old are you, boy?"

This was the first time Link's master had ever asked him that question. "Seventeen," He answered softly.

"Seventeen, eh? Seventeen years you've been a filthy, pathetic bitch. And seventeen times you will feel the consequence of disobeying me."

Link barely had time to process the sound of a whip moving, cutting the air like a knife and then lashing out onto his bare behind. A sound like, wh-psh. He screeched. "One." His master cooed.

Wh-psh. Scream.

"Two."

Wh-psh. Cry, whimper.

"Three."

This continued seventeen times, and the seventeen red whip-marks left upon Link's naked bottom and the backs of his thighs had him curled up, sobbing and shaking.

"No more...please..."

And no more came.

"Maybe that will teach you not to run from me."

The still-crying Hylian felt the man push him onto his stomach and sit on his legs so he couldn't move, and then run his fingers over the seventeen whip lashes on Link's behind. "Beautiful." Came the gentle voice. Link was pushed onto his back now, exposing his body to the demon lord on top of him. Cold fingers stroked down his shoulders and chest, feeling it rise and fall with his breaths. They moved down his flat belly and hipbones, and moved inward to carress...something else. Link wondered why he couldn't just whip him and leave it at that.

"Such a beautiful, young body you have..." Ghirahim crooned, leaning down to kiss his chest while stroking Link's limp sex. All of a sudden, he turned violent. He had been planning it all along.

All in one swift movement, Link's legs were forced against his chest and spread apart, and there was something inside him and he began to scream silently. Oh, it burned, it burned.

The silent scream turned into a real one when Ghirahim hit something deep within him. Then he was turned onto his side, and his leg was pushed back. The thrusts were deep and hard. Link was delirious, and his head was spinning and his vision was blurry.

And then things started to fade to black, and he went unconscious.