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physical abuse
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"Damaged goods."
Muichirō sobbed helplessly, trying not to look at the guy as he rolled up the stained bedsheets and picked up his speaker.
"Worthless piece of trash."
The man slid on his shoes, and unlocked the door. Just before he left, he turned around and spat in the child's face.
"Nobody will ever want you after this."
Muichirō wiped his face, and waited for the man to leave the building. Then he broke down again. "Boogie...why didn't you tell me! Why didn't you? I was so scared! Why didn't you tell me?!"
"Tell you what?!"
The door banged open, Boogie and Dutch charging into the room. Muichirō sat up with a start, covering himself with the remaining blanket on the bed.
"Y-you didn't tell me...that he'd come..." Muichirō bawled. "And he hurt me...he hurt me real bad..."
"Awww..." Boogie cooed, leaning in closer to the boy. "He hurt you...poor baby..."
He drew his hand back and slapped Muichirō hard across the face, sending him back down on the bed.
"He hurt you, huh?! What'd I tell you about trying to run away?! And what the hell was the deal with that bolted door?!"
Muichirō cowered behind the blanket. "I-I wasn't running, I swear...I forgot about the door, I'm sorry! I didn't know when you'd be coming back!"
"Sorry my ass."
Boogie pounced on the bed and flung the pillows off the bed. Muichirō yelped, backing away from him, but Boogie lunged at the child. He caught Muichirō by the neck and began strangling him, whilst shaking him up and down over the edge of the bed.
"Don't you ever act like that when someone comes in!" He snarled through gritted teeth.
"You are property, and whoever comes in here owns you. We own you! Know your place!"
Muichirō shut his eyes, pulling desperately at Boogie's hands to loosen the man's grip. He couldn't breathe and his head was spinning. Blood poured out of his nose, going down the sides of his face, into his ears, his hair, and dripping onto the floor.
"Bleed, you filthy piece of shit!"
Boogie shoved Muichirō off the bed, and kicked him three times before stomping out the door.
Dutch didn't bat an eyelash at Boogie's brutal treatment of the nine-year-old. He sat on the small sofa, fiddling with the television remote. After Boogie left, he got up and picked up Muichirō's clothing that had been thrown to the floor on the other side of the bed.
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The monster under my bed
FanfictionEvery young child has a monster living in their closet or under their bed at some point. But they all grow out of it at some point. Muichirō is known to have a hyperactive imagination. So when he thinks there's a monster under his bed that also live...
