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WARNING: READ THE AUTHORS COMMENT FIRST, THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND OTHER QUESTIONABLE CONTENT. PLEASE READ AUTHORS COMMENT AND TAGS BEFORE YOU READ IF THAT COULD BOTHER YOU.

ALT Title: Ayumu Background

Ayumu had grown up in a nightmare. He had been shuffled from foster home to foster home. Since the tender age of four he hadn’t known a real family, he hadn’t known what a normal life could be like. He had grown up in The Orphanage, there was no other name for it, it was just The Orphanage… and it was hell. The Orphanage was run by corrupt men, men who didn’t care about their children, they only cared about the money that siphoning out foster kids could give them. They didn’t care who adopted them either, they could be a child molester, a rapist or a murderer… they didn’t care as long as they got their money. They weren’t in it to help the orphans, not at all. If a child didn’t come in with a name, they didn’t get one. The Orphanage only gave them a number. If a name was the bases for an identity, so many children had no identity thanks to the abuse of The Orphanage.

Abuse was a normal, every day thing at The Orphanage. If the children weren’t abused by the men that ran the orphanage, they were abused by the foster parents that they allowed to adopt them. The children were beaten, starved, neglected… even raped. A couple children were never heard from again… but no one ever talked about that. It was a vicious cycle that scarred them for life… literally and figuratively. In the midst of all that oppression and anger, the abuse and desecration… that was where Ayumu had grown up. For over six years, he had been in the middle of all of it and it was starting to affect him badly, emotionally and physically. He had been sent back to The Orphanage many times because he wasn’t ‘human’ or he was just too ‘strange’. He was one of the few not entirely human boys that they had. He had lop ears that were hidden by his hair and also, a small tail that peeked out of his clothes and wiggled whenever he got excited. That didn’t happen often though, he was normally scared and he stayed absolutely still when he was scared. When he had been specifically chosen for his looks, for what he was, he had been surprised but he was a bit excited then. He thought, finally, that someone wanted him; someone wanted to take care of him.

He had been so wrong.

“We’re just making him a little more human, boys. I don’t… think it will kill him.”

Ayumu whimpered a bit at the words, pulling on the handcuffs that had him securely fastened on his stomach to the table, his body held down by ropes across his shoulders, back, and the backs of his knees. He was helpless. The man who had spoken was his ‘father’… as he had insisted on being called. He was just the latest man that had adopted him… the man he thought wanted to take care of him. “Please… don’t.” He was already crying, his body shaking from pain and fear. They had already tried to cut his hair, saying it was far too long to be a boys and needed to be changed. They hadn’t known about his ears at that point though and had ended up cutting straight into the flesh, leaving a notch in the ear that had made Ayumu scream in pain and actually start fighting back. The blood had only seemed to spur them on though, their hands moving quickly to tie him down and pull off his clothes.

He had originally been worried they were going to rape him, the way his body was positioned and the way he was being held down… it seemed like the only logical explanation. But, they kept talking about making him more ‘human’ and how to do that… they seemed to be solely focused on his tail. They kept touching it, moving it to see how to muscles moved and how it was attached to his body. He was worried, so worried about what they would do to him. “Stop it… please…” He started crying even harder when one of the men suddenly grabbed his tail and pulled harshly, making his entire body tense up. His tail was one of the most sensitive places on his body. When creatures like him got older, the sensitivity of their tails were only eclipsed by the sensitivity of their sexual organs. Their tails were often used as erogenous zones, Ayumu was too young to understand that, all he knew was that it was very, very sensitive.

“One cut, that should do it, right?” One of the men asked, holding onto the tail, his grip only tightening when Ayumu tried to move it to get it out of his grip. “Come on; let’s do this before someone comes in. That bitch and the other kid should be back soon.”

“It’s not like she cares what happens to him, anyway.” One of the other men said, waving the knife that Ayumu’s ‘father’ had asked for.

“Yeah, but she complained about him hearing the screaming or some such shit. Apparently she doesn’t want him exposed to that or something.” The ‘father’ murmured, reaching over to grab the knife, advancing towards the table. “Hold it still; we’ll get his ears after this.”

“No! Stop it!” Ayumu couldn’t stop from crying… but even if he couldn’t, he wasn’t going to stop struggling. That was his tail! It wasn’t fair; they didn’t have the right to do this! “Stop it! Please! I’ll hide it, I’ll do whatever you want, please, don’t cut it off!” The tears were falling even faster now, making soft tinking sounds as they hit the metal table. If not for the bonds holding him down, he would have been trembling so hard he would had fallen over. “Please… don’t do this to me… I’ll do anything...”

“Beg all you want, little boy, it won’t change anything. We’re just making you more human, it will help you in the long run.”

“No!” Ayumu’s scream turned from a scream of resistance to a scream of pain in seconds, a scream of horrible, gut wrenching pain. They were really doing it; they were cutting off his tail without a moment’s remorse. He could feel every cut and pull to the sensitive appendage, his body jerking and thrashing against the bonds as he felt the blood start to trail down his body. He could feel it slide down his sides, the sound of it streaming onto the table a much deeper, gruesome sound then the sound of his tears falling. The pain was so intense; he could feel his mind shutting down, his body trying to redirect the signals as to not overload him. His eyes were barely open, loud, hiccupping sobs coming from his throat as he babbled, trying everything just to get them to stop, and promising anything he could promise.

It didn’t work… he knew it wouldn’t work but he still had to try. His entire body jerked when he felt the final tug, the sound of a knife slipping from blood slick hands seeming so far away, farther away then it should. He could see the blood, thick and red pooling around his body and suddenly felt cold, so very cold but he couldn’t seem to react to it. The knife seemed to take forever to settle on the floor, the metallic, crashing noise ringing in his ears for what seemed like hours. He didn’t even notice when his body fell limp against the table, his head thunking against the hard surface as his vision blurred and dulled. The words and laughter he heard before he passed out made his blood run cold, his hands clenching before he fell into the unconscious haze.

“His ears are next, right?”

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AN: Ok, I know this is horrible, painful and… guhh but, it is part of what Ayumu went through, the part that changed his life the most. He is only ten years old in this story… if that tells you anything.

Ok, what should I warn you about?

WARNINGS:

CHILD ABUSE
MENTIONS OF RAPE, MURDER AND CHILD MOLESTATION
INTENSE VIOLENCE TOWARD A CHILD
PHYSICAL AND MENTAL ABUSE
JUST ALL OVER MINDFUCKERY

Ehhhhh, I guess that covers it. Just, if you can’t stand the thought of child abuse and pretty much… mutilation, don’t read it. Ayumu has had a really dark past.

Umm, well, if you enjoy Angst… I hope you enjoy this story! This is pretty much for people who want to rp with him to see just how fucked up he is.

Well, thank you for reading and don’t forget to feed the author!