// A/N: I have read many abused!mute!Dave fics because it is my favorite AU currently. Just wanted to try it out, any comments would be appreciated considering I haven't written any fanfiction in a year heh. tw: dubcon tw: sexual abuse tw:human trafficking //
Dave's fingers picked at the hem of his already worn out jacket, a hand me down from another child at the orphanage. Everything the 7 year old owned was secondhand, had holes in it somewhere, and had faded colors. This was the norm here, in this filthy, crowded and rule violating orphanage. Was there even any rules for one? He didn't know, he had only been in one, though he was almost positive what happened here wasn't okay. Not that the small albino boy would speak against the Workers, he'd be asking for it. It being harnessed to a post in the back garden away from any shade, and take his sunglasses off for a few hours. That was torture, and made him abhor the idea of ever speaking back to Them. Talking back in a metaphorical sense, Dave was a mute. He wasn't always one, at least he doesn't think he was. The memories before coming here were very faint, but he thought that they were good memories. After one of Them came in his room, he day dreamed of breakfast with an imaginary mother and father, brother, maybe a baby sister. What a fantasy.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when a door opened, and he stood straight in line like the other kids. Dave dreaded this part, and took off his glasses for Them to see the bright red color. They liked that, something wild. Something different. On of the Workers came behind him and poked his back with a sharp pencil, his cue to unzip his jacket. The Worker tried explaining to him that it was so They knew the difference between him and a girl but it didn't really matter. All the people Dave had to serve liked him for his smooth, clean, and porcelain skin which they liked to rub and make him blush. He thought it was weird, but the more embarrassed and 'virginal' he acted, the more they paid. The happier the Workers were, therefore less punishment for him.
He was in the line of children that were 'clean' for the past two years. His first customer when he was five, he remembered it. The pain...the mess...the muffled screaming. Dave looked down the line and saw the younger ones at the end, farthest from the door. He figured this was done so They would be down the line and pick an older one, leaving the new ones clean longer. He was the fourth one down the line, at least he thought he was. The school here was very ill kept and only was in session 2-3 days a week so even though he was almost 8, he just finished learning basic spelling and counting double digits.
Dave tried not to cry out when he felt the greedy touch of One on his bare chest. Shut your eyes, Dave. Shut. Your. Eyes. He muffled a yelp when He pinched his ribs, producing a smile on the bastard's lips.
"Show me your eyes, kid." Dave wiped the small tears off them and looked at the man. He was tall, had a clean shaven face, and wore a button-up shirt. His tie and shoes were bright red, inexcusably tacky. A snicker escaped the mans lips when he saw the boy's vermilion eyes, blinking away tears.
He waved a Worker down, "I'll borrow this one. How much per hour?"
Oh god oh god oh god.
Dave learnt that when his customers said per hour, it was going to hurt, it was going to be a long time, and the client was probably going to try something weird. One big, fat man last week tied him up and wouldn't stop slapping his rear, stroking places he shouldn't (not shouldn't, because all his customers liked to see him squirm and moan, but it made him uncomfortable), and entered him over and over for two hours. He paid well though. The Workers were impressed by Dave's performance and pleasing the customer, so he was gifted any food he wanted (he chose a hamburger, all the kids on TV looked so happy eating them).
He held the Man's hand and led him to one of the room's they used for special clientele.
//um yeah im done
maybe ill add some more later but
i think i'd rather make a comic for it?//
