what was he thinking? Of that he couldn't remember, he could speculate, say that the actions came from the instinct of survival and maybe it was true. maybe he just wanted to live, after all his young self knew nothing, but that dungeon, for months. the cold concrete, the constant biting chill, never able to get comfortable. it was all he knew, hard ground, dim lights, biting cold, and the smell of the dead boys that were there before him.
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when he was thrown into the bed, he had been eager to keep the warm well-lit area. the plush warmth underneath him made him want to do anything to stay just a bit longer. the man stalked forward and Jim watched, not moving as he should. he should have run, should have fought as he did in the dungeons, but instead, the 9-year-old spread his legs and gave a soft sweet smile to the predator stalking forward, tilting his head ever so slightly. the man near pounced, he wanted the bed, That's all that mattered, not the pain lighting up his body.
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"You're much better when you're out of that dungeon." the man spoke. Jim panted softly, his body ached, covered in bruises. he settled on the bed staring up at the ceiling. "I i think ill keep this our spot from now on," the man murmured tiredly. the blond listened dully as exhaustion took over him, he slipped into a restless sleep.
he learned fast, moving hurt more, but it made it faster. if he moaned like the man he would get praise and sometimes food, it went just a few minutes faster. if he stayed clean he would be given food, he slept in the bed. he learned to try and avoid the man when he drank, he would be rougher, beat him over things that weren't his fault such as his eye color. he would call him alois and cry, his sessions were longer, harder, interrupted by beatings. he hardly managed to get away from those, it was hard to know when the man was drinking.
currently, Jim was sitting quietly on the balcony of the room, looking up at the sky, getting sun on his pale skin. he smiled softly to himself The world felt right when he was outside, this was his bubble, his world, he felt at peace. the man never messed with him here. he sang softly to himself, soft words he thought of in his head. "alois!" the man's voice boomed from the room, Jim scrambled, his panic had him contemplating jumping, but the doors swung open and he swiveled around as the man yanked him into the room.
"I've been looking for you." the man slurred.
"I'm sorry," Jim whispered softly, his body trembling. The man scoffed, grabbing his chin roughly, forcing him to look up at him.
"I bought you a little friend," he growled, letting the blond go. The boy looked over to the doorway, A man stood there. no, not a man, a boy, an older boy, The kid seemed confident as he walked over.
"I can handle him, uncle, Go on, go lay down," he purred to the man in a soft sweet voice. the man grunted and followed instructions, Jim watched this in shock.
"Come on," the boy demanded, leading him out of the room and into the library.
"Who are you?" Jim asked softly, following along with soft footsteps. he felt nervous, anxious to be following a total stranger.
"I'm no one important, just a kid who's been where you are. I'm here to help you, now, How old are you?"
"I think I'm 9," Jim said softly. he had lost some months in the dungeon after all.
"I'm 15, I got my place this year and I've come to help you do the same. I heard uncle had a toy, so I wanted to come and help you." The boy was never really identified, but he gave Jim tips that would send him on the path to his freedom, so he followed them like a book.
Jim changed then, he was sweeter to the man, offering sex without the other starting it. he would wander around in just the man's shirts, inticing him, always seeming eager to please. he didn't hide when the man got drunk, he found purring and responding with a "yes Daddy," when he was called alois, was very productive, and as a result, he stopped getting hurt, the man called him alois all the time now however, which was regrettable, but it was fine. it wasn't long before he had the man wrapped firmly around his finger. a few months til he could make a demand, an order, and the man followed it with a low huff.
