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The All-Judging Butterfly ([info]poisontaster) wrote in [info]whatwekeep,
@ 2009-01-05 07:33:00
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Fic: A Lost Boy, Chapter 23
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY [info]angiepen)

Title: A Lost Boy
Author: AngiePen
Pairing: Liam Neeson/Orlando Bloom, minor Liam/Johnny Depp, plus a few other pair-ups among the supporting characters.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Slave Orlando's been taken and the kidnappers aren't interested in ransom. And of course Master Liam's thundering rage is only at the personal insult, that someone would disrespect him by daring to touch his property.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize. I know nothing about their social lives or sexual activities, more's the pity. This is fiction, period. It is done as a labor of love and I make no money from it.
Notes: 1) Set in [info]poisontaster's Kept Boy universe -- FAQ here. See Chapter 1 for more notes.
2) This story just passed 50,000 words. [flail]

Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One, Twenty-Two



David had a headache and felt like he was about to vomit.

He shuffled along in line with a bunch of other slaves, some old and some young, some calm and some panicking, some beautiful and some who definitely weren't going to end up as body-slaves. On either side of the line there were staffers, guards, handlers -- whatever they were -- scowling at all the confused slaves. They dealt with any behavior they disapproved of quickly, using electrified batons.

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