Neko

The Barn

Dan's POV

Soon, still inside the bag, I was thrown into what felt like a box of metal. It was bad enough that I couldn't hear or see anything, but I also couldn't smell anything-and that scared me the most.

"Please! Let me out!" I screamed, and flailed everywhere before a fist suddenly pounded on the outside of the bag, somehow hitting me square in the face. I whimpered, staring at the blood dripping from my nose, and stopped moving about. I laid down in the bag, and began crying. Bawling, really.

I knew I shouldn't have trusted Phil. He was too nice, too beautiful, and over all too perfect to want to love someone like me, mush less protect me. I should have known I was a trap. I should have known! I pounded on the metal with frustration, when suddenly it started to move.

I bumped and bashed all around, yet had no idea where we were going, where I was, or anything. It felt like a car, but I wouldn't be surprised if it were a wheel barrow considering the crazy things Chris does.

It's as if I've been born again. All I want to do is cry, and I have no idea what's going on. I wanted to ask a million questions, but somehow didn't know how to speak. I wanted out, and I wanted out now.

Then, what felt like forever later, the box stopped, and I heard two doors unlock, and then open. Something grabbed the top of the bag, and I was thrown over someone's shoulder. I could hear them laugh and evil sounding cackle, but I couldn't tell who it was.

Soon, I heard another pair of doors close, and it sounded like giant wooden doors, and then I was thrown on the floor, though it was only slightly softer then I imagined. I heard footsteps coming towards me, and God was I scared. They opened the bag, and standing above me was Chris. I whimpered, and crawled away from him, across what felt like dead grass, looking around the room. I was in a barn. A barn that was all too familiar.

Yet, there was no time to fuss about how scared I was and remember all the memories. I had to crawl for my life now, and use what I remembered from two years ago to make it out alive.

I soon was cornered, and had my hands above my head like a shield, and my knees bent up to my chest. Chris stood over me before he quietly said, "Come back to hell."

He smacked me across the face and chuckled to himself in enjoyment. I whimpered in response, but as bad as this may sound, it almost felt numb, like it didn't happen. I felt his hand hit my face, and other places, so many times that I barely even felt that smack. Though, I knew it was visible because Chris watched my cheek turn red like a Polaroid Camera coming into focus.

"What do you want from me? What haven't I given you?" I asked submissively, knowing that would make him happy, because he would think that he scared me into submission, and so that he would just leave me alone/did what he wanted with me and leave.

"Get in there." he pointed to a cage on the other side of the barn. It was a metal cage that seemed like it was made for a dog, but it had four handcuffs already hooked to it. Two on the top back corners of the cage, and two cuffs attached to the front bottom corners of the cage.

I didn't want to, but I did as told, and crawled over there on all fours while Chris walked behind me. "Hurry up." Chris slapped my butt, and I whimpered before quickening my pace.

I climbed in and turned around, putting my ankles near the cuffs near the front. "Good little kitty. Just like the old days, huh?" He said, smiling, and then cuffed my ankles. I only nodded, not wanting to cry in front of him, or I knew what would happen.

He then cuffed my hands to the roof of the cage, and I had no control of what was happening.

"Let's see what you remember from all those years ago," Chris said, referring to when he had first adopted me. "You're my little kitty, right?" He asked, and petted my head. "Meow. Yes, daddy." I said in a high pitched voice that made me want to puke. "So you do remember." He laughed, smiled, and then stood up, locking the cage.

He walked to the front of the barn and looked at me, "I'll bring lunch later. For now, just try and sleep." He left, locking the giant barn doors behind him.

Flashback

I had just been adopted by a really nice guy named Chris. He was really sweet, and I loved him so much! He was the best owner ever!

"Come on, Dan." he smiled kindly. "Where are we going?" I asked eagerly, following him out of the house. "To my grandfather's old barn. There's a surprise there for you." "Really?!" My eyes lit up with excitement. "Ya! Come on," he grabbed my wrist, and pulled me into the car.

When we got there, he led me into a barn and closed the door behind us. "So where's the surprise?" I asked, turing around to see an evil looking Chris. "Right here." he said before smacking me in the face.

I fell over, and looked up at him in pain and shock. "Why?" I asked him, voice cracking as I began to cry from the pain, more confused than ever. "Oh shut up, you." He then punched me, and I cried even harder.

"Get in that cage." He groaned in annoyance, pointing across the barn, and I crawled towards it. I climbed inside, shaking with fear when I saw the hand cuffs attached to it. "Turn around." he demanded, and I did so.

He grabbed my ankles roughly, and cuffed them to the cage corners. "Please stop." I begged, tears sliding down my cheeks. He just scoffed, and moved to my wrists.

When I was cuffed in place, he said, "Alright, from now on you are to call me daddy, and always say Meow like a cat before each sentence." I nodded, fearing that if I didn't I'd be hit again. "Now, you're my little kitten, right?" He stroked my hair, then my cheek. "Meow. Yes, Daddy." I said submissively as he continued to pet my hair. "Good little kitten." he pet me once more before fading up, and locking the cage. "I'll be bak to feed you in a minute." he left, closing the barn doors behind him.

End of Flashback.

I opened my eyes, and looked around. I was still cuffed and locked in a cage, and my wrists and ankles were turning red. I somehow had fallen asleep as the flashback took over, and I sat up (in what little space I could).

For another what felt like forever, I sat there, going in and out of daydreams, both scared, bored, tired, and panicked all at once.

But, still, nothing seemed to happen until Chris came back with a long cloth and a plate of cat food with a large fake smile.