Update: There is new art at the end of the chapter. I’ll be updating all the chapters with this as a beyond generous digital artist has decided to do fan art for my story.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII, its characters, and settings are all property of Square Enix so I can take no credit nor claim any ownership of that. I do take some credit for the story’s plot.
Banner Artwork Disclaimer: The featured artwork for the banner is entitled White rose I and was created by the very talented Deviant Artist RemusSirion who was gracious enough to grant me permission to use it here. The picture has been slightly altered from the original. All rights belong to the artist, and links are included for both the artist page and the work.
Chapter Artwork Disclaimer: The featured artwork for this chapter is entitled Rose in Blood and was created by yet another very talented Deviant Artist Kawaielli. The picture has been slightly altered in appearance and to include the chapter number and title. All rights belong to the artist, and the image is used here with their permission. Links are included for both the artist’s page and the work.
*******MAJOR CONTENT WARNING*******
Consistent and sustained graphic descriptions and mentions of rape/ sexual assault, sexual slavery/bondage, slavery, human trafficking, physical abuse, graphic descriptions of violence, mental abuse, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, body shaming, starvation, torture, forced pregnancy, forced childbirth, miscarriage, forced miscarriage, abortion, and other potential disturbing and triggering topics.
The arrival of her murderer to what was once her church casts a deeper shadow over the horror of Aeris’s life.
“I’ll bind your wounds and comfort you,
‘Cause I know who you are.”
-Mary Fahl “Gravity”
“You have not lived today
until you have done something
for someone who can never repay you.”
The instant he saw her he wanted her. The Cetra was going to be his. She was naked of course, as all the slaves were, slumped by a broken pew. They were shackled together, but she was alone, fragile limbs within thick cuffs. Around her raw throat was an iron collar, and huge chains held her to the floor. Her bangs, oddly bright, were high on her head, and a coiled braid pooled by her side.