Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150214131106/@comment-32663439-20150215083346

Rivent kept his eyes closed, as a few stray tears broke through, streaking down his face. "I never really was a slave or servant...it's just what I tell everyone to stop them from prying. My entire backstory is a lie." He took a pained sigh.

"I was...I was just a child. Must have just hit my seventh year. I was living with my family–mom, dad, and Aria, my sister. We were a happy family. We loved each other greatly. Aria was my best friend. We played together all the time. I hardly spent any time away from her."

"There was a particularly harsh winter one year. We had everything packed down and prepped for the night, and we were all in bed. There was...there was a knock, on the front door. I got curious after a while. I went to the door and opened it. There was a man; tall and lean, and he looked nice enough. He asked for a place to stay, and I told him I'd ask dad. When I went to close the door, he held it open. He forced his way inside."

"The man grabbed me by the throat, lifting me up in the air. He started speaking in a language I don't know. Suddenly my body wasn't under my control. I couldn't speak or do anything voluntarily. I tried and tried to scream, but my body didn't listen to me at all. Instead, it was as if I was the man's puppet."

Rivent choked on his words and he started to stutter. "H-he handed me a sh-sharp knife. I w-walked to the room that Aria and I sh-sh-shared. I-I-I approached my sister. I crawled on to the b-bed, over her. I r-r-raised the knife..." He started to sob openly, his whole body shaking as he cried.