"He was the one that gave the orders from above."
The cell door was flung open, there was a million creaking sounds emitting from its hard metal hinges that created a pseudo image as if a million doors were opening the same time. But Son knew, he was the only one there, he was the only human there, kept alongside animals that had their fates written in the damned computers those men in white coats type in. Most of them dead by the morning as multiple coloured liquids were injected in them, some survived but none without permanent damage be it physically or mentally.
Son considered himself as one of those animals, trapped in a cage, at the mercy of these men. These men who saw him as nothing but a piece of meat, a rag doll, a little lab rat.
He scrambled off his bed and to a corner as three men entered his little cell. He knew this routine very well, he knew they'd come but every time they do, he couldn't help but feel like crying or screaming for his life. It wasn't death he was afraid of; in fact, he yearned for death because what these men had in mind for him was far worse than your life leaving your pathetic body.
He wished that every blow he received from their batons, every thrust of their enormous manhood into his tiny body, he'd received some kind of pity from the powers above - to take his life, his pitiful meaningless life.
"It's too bad last time didn't get you bloated with our babies, too bad for you that is-"one man spoke, smirking showing his rotten teeth at the boy. He must've been a chronic smoker, Son deduced, his father used to smoke, his breath would always stink of it every time he wanted to plant a kiss on his forehead - wait - he had a father? Son couldn't recall.
"Too bad for you, but not for us" another man, a lot skinnier and younger than the other two continued, "We get to have more fun with you."
The other man, fat and with a mole to the right of his eyes laughed, along with his coworkers. Their cynical laughter bounced on the white walls of Son's cell room and he closed his ears, it was too loud, it was always too loud after the drug the doctors gave him wore off. He wished the doctors would just put him to sleep, let them have their way with him without him being conscious. It was a lot more bearable than having to stay awake and having to endure all those torture they inflicted on him. Of course they were never considerate of how he would feel. Because to them Son was just another animal. Another animal without a say, without a right - chained to them for eternity - their property.
The man that smelt of drug step forward towards him and Son wanted to dig a hole and bury himself. Despite Son's whimpering and screams for him to stay away, the man harshly grabbed his wrists. Son was small, Son was a child, and when faced with a man much bigger, much stronger, his efforts were wasted, futile. He was easily dragged out of his corner and slammed onto the bed, his arms brought up above his head and almost instantly they tied his wrists together with one of their belts. As Son struggled, the leather edge burrowed into his skin, drawing blood, reopening the wounds he had from the same occurrences earlier.
He wondered why he struggled. It was as if he thought they'd take pity on him or get the message that he didn't want this and leave. They never did though. They never leave him alone without hurting him inside out.
"Gonna get you filled up with our babies, eh" the skinny one breathed into Son's ear as one of his hands were up to Son's cheeks and the other unbuckling his pants "all three of us, and we're going to see whose baby will win inside you. and when you get pregnant, we'll be famous for knocking up the first male ever-"
Son whimpered when he could feel the light gown he was wearing being lifted up to his chest, his legs forced to spread by the two other men holding his ankles, both pair of eyes hungry, waiting for their turn to come soon enough. He plead to them with his eyes one more time, tears and sobs escaping involuntarily, before all he could feel was that familiar excruciating pain of being forced open and he screamed till his voice box broke.
