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[beanside]

Stolen shamelessly from mona1347



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[(Anonymous)]

God. I've been stalking both Deathknell and the OTP3 'verse through LJ's tracking system, and utterly, utterly loving it to pieces. I'd do... um, something, a lot, for a timestamp of Jared still a slave in the US, how he managed to keep fighting and stay strong enough to hold onto his sanity when everything was so ugly...

[beanside.livejournal.com]

It hadn't always been like this. Jared remembered. Life. Love. His family. But with the whip at his back, and the harness digging into his shoulders, it was hard.

"Stop," his owner said sharply. "Here is good."

"Here," was a barren patch of dirt in the middle of the market. No shade, just the merciless sun on his body.

A fountain and its shade beckoned from a mere ten feet away, and he took a couple more quick steps, dragging the cart with him.

His master flicked the brakes on the cart, and he drew up short, the straps digging in painfully.

It didn't hurt nearly as much as the crop that landed on the tender skin of his hip.

Jared let his head fall forward with a sigh that neared a sob.

The crop landed again, a lighter smack. "Look alive, you misbegotten cretin. We've got a rich one headed our way."

[bluesister.livejournal.com]

That's Jeff, isn't it?! *claps*