I didn't go home that night
.... or the next.
I don't know how long I was in that room.
Nor do I know many times I begged for death
I do know that at some point there was more than just the two of them but I don't know how man.
I do know that I developed a extreme fear and helplessness when in front of a male.
Or more specificly males that are bigger than me or one yelling or hitting.
I wasn't really tall to begin with almost so almost everyone towers over me.
I do know that that was only the start
One day after whoever was done doing whatever he wanted with me I was carried to some kind of vehicle and after a couple hours driven to another location where the pain started once more but this time with reckless abandoned as wherever I was they did seem to have any qualms about keeping me alive
The things my body experienced was to graphic to describe.
I prayed countless times for the end to come but yet despite there seemingly best efforts my body refused to die even though my mind already did.
This went on for an untold amount of time before one day a splash of cold water awoke me and I quickly was brought out of my imagination space.( a special place or releam inside my mind that anything I imagine I can live it.- developed to help keep his mind somewhat intact as he escapes there whenever the pain starts again)
I'm quickly and violently forced to focus on my body as the the pain from many wounds, bruises, and broken bones assaulted it.
Once I am able to catch my breath and force the pain to the back of my mind there standing before me is a guy in a pistine suit and easily over 6 ft 5in
the guy was enormous ...how the fu#@ did he get that big...
he was the one who splashed me if the bucket in his hand is any thing to go by.
I won't lie just looking at him had me scared shitless, not that I anything like that was going to be coming out anytime soon.
the guy seeing that I was awake groaned in annoyance before tell me to make myself presentable and come down stairs to the living room to discuss what was about to happen.
After that not taking another look at me he turned and left the room I was in.
Taking a look around I was in small but clean room with good quality furniture. I could see a even smaller bathroom not far away but the moment I tried to raise myself of the floor the pain quickly jumps to the forefront of my mind.
Telling me any movement would come at a steep price.
but with my already fragile state of mind the the big guy waiting downstairs I quickly gather my strength and courage to try to stand...
..yea .... wasn't happening..
My body was screaming at me not to move, but at the thought of that guy coming back my heart began to race and as it turned out that helped flood my system with adrenaline which help me to crawl to the bathroom.
It wasn't far but it still took my almost 20 mins just to craw 10 feet.
Inside as I was on the floor I couldn't see myself in the vanity mirror but no doubt I look like shit and I really didn't want to look.
Crawling into the shower took another 10 mins.
By this time I knew I can't afford to keep that guy waiting so turning the water on I tried to quickly take a shower only for the water to sting the ever living shit out of me, I honestly backed out for a second before the pain brought me back.
Covering my mouth with my hand I released the most agonizing scream I could manage without it traveling out if this small room.
When I could focus again I notice nothing but red water flowing from me to the drain and some clumps of some beige looking crust and some of my hair.
When the water stopped flowing red I grabbed the only thing that can be considered soap in here with in just a used brand less bar.
After a very careful and relatively quick shower(had no washing so I used my hands and honestly i didnt think i could handle having a rag drag across my body)I crawl back out only to realize that I have no towels or cloths to change into inside the bathroom.
My old cloths had long been discarded.
Crawling back out of the bathroom I see on a small bed in the corner I see a pair of teen cloths.
But it was on the far side and I would have to crawl to it.
Griting my teeth my crawled my way over and this time I lost track of how long it took me to vet to the bed.
I do know that by the time I reached it and was catching my breath, the door to the room as suddenly thrown open and a very angry and tall gorilla was yelling at me while he made his way towards me.
Seeing him approach me made my then claming heart instantly race with fear and helplessness as thought of what he was about to do do me entered my mind.
I shut my eyes tightly but the guy never hit me and just stood over me. He wasn't making any noise now the staring at me, I could feel it but didn't dare look up at him.
He than asked a single question in a deep slightly angry voice"why are you not dressed yet"
Fear had me shuddering trying to get out that I only just got out the shower was about to get dressed to come down.
he just looked at me than told me to "get drssed"
Not daring to disobey him I try to put on the shirt but as soon as I try to lift my arms the excruciating pain assaulted me.
I could do nothing but crying as I try to lift my arms as the guy just watched on for a minute before he took the shirt from me.
he looked at me confusion on his face as he really assessed me now that I was relatively clean.
I guess he just ignored some of the stuff on my body before but looking now he sees what the blood, dirt, and dried cum stains covered up.
While I did see shock on his face I didn't really seem much concern.
like a buyers expession when he was promised a used but decent car only to get down the road and it almost completely falls about at a red light.
But looking at his suit it seems he could alway buy another so what was concered about.
After a beat he simply rained my arms himself to dress me. the pain was unbeatable but he eventually got it on me.
next was the pants and when he seen the I couldn't get up myself he picked me up.
It would have been comical if someone else seen thus scene a small wounded boy being lifted with one arm by a emaculant, pistine giant.
but it wasn't funny it hurt like hell
when he was done he carried me in his arm like a sack of potatoes.
when we got downstairs he put me on a single couch while he sat in front of me on a longer couch.
looking around now that I was downstairs I can guess that wear I just came from was the attic.
Down here although I seen a little bit off it in the the last room, this room as big and have every electronic at the time while also having a big TV you could practically smell the wealth.
looking back at him he stared at me than me began to talk.
he told me that he had bought me on the dark web and that he was promised a decent femboy for his taste.
Confused on the term "femboy" but didn't ask instead I asked if I could go home.
he just looked at me before saying that that was impossible.
I felt like my mind finally fractured
I couldn't go home
I could never see my mother again or my sisters.
I just looked back at him at this time no sound from me just endless tear streaming down me face
He didn't say anything fir a moment, I guess to let that sink in for me.
Before he told he what he was going to do.
I wasn't given his name just told to call him master and that if I failed to I would be punished.
if I failed to follow any of his orders I would be punished
if for whatever reason I failed to please him of if he has any dissatisfaction I would be punished.
Hearing him say all the left me deeply confused and afraid as my from my past experience it really didn't like pain.
But from what he was saying I basically belonged him and that he would do whatever he wanted with me.
After he finish he reached onto the tabke that separates us and picked up the object that was on it. at first I didn't know what it was.
Until he locked in tightly around my throat with a keyhole in the back.
He told me that from now on unless accompanied by him the collar would shock me with enough volts to leave me on the floor if I ever tried to leave the room I awoke in.
As he said this he pull out a remote and pointed at me,he than proceded totested it out to give me a feel of what he was talking about.
when I come to he was back in his seat watching the news.
On the new I a story that immediately shook me out my shocked state, there the lady news anchor was covering a story of a missing boy whose abused family was wait for him, that anyone with information to please come for forward.
After that I seen "that guys" mugshot pop up on screen and all his past crimes and hearing some of them made his blood run cold.
Did he really set someone on fire... .. and what's necrophilia.. with minors
Honestly I have no clue what some of his charges mean all that there was a lot and apparently the D.A. was seeking the death penalty.
looking over at me seeing me awake he turned off the t.v. and told me not to concern myself with those matters as that past of my life was over what I should concern myself was have I was to please him.
"as you are now you are now in any condition to serve me properly", but because he can see trances of his "perfect femboy" he will heal and cultivate me.
Not really understand some of his terms I caught that he would heal me and that matters lot to me right now as I reallllyyyyy don't like pain.
He siad that while going to a regular hospital is out of the question he did have a friend in the medical field who has similar taste as he, and that as soon as he sees me and my potential we would want to cultivate me to.
Still not understand I simply nodded my headed waiting nothing more than pain relief. once he was done talking to me he brought me back to the room upstairs,(my room now I guess) and reminded me about the collar.
"don't try to do anything stupid during your time here. while I can be nice to my flowers if they disobey me or keep trying to escape.. .... . it's always tiring to find another flower they need to be cultivated and process itself was a hassle, no if you make me waste resources on you for nothing you won't like how you finally leave this house"
And with that a closed the door and as I watched him close the door the lock clicking loud in the small space I couldn't help reflect just how it got to this point, how everything went to major shit with just one person and now I have no one.
just myself and the constant ever present pain ... inside of a dark room and with my even darkening thought's.