Please don't feed the children

please don't feed the children chp.5

*quick note to you guys, this chapter is in the submissive one’s p.o.v… and you’ll learn their names… have fun!*

The submissive one P.O.V

“Don’t leave that much on your plate.” Jason orders. “They’ll think they aren’t punished.”

I nod like I’m supposed to and scarf down most of my meal, only leaving a few scraps for them. Even though I have to admit, this mixture of eggs and bacon isn’t that appetizing enough to eat. I rub the crumbs off my face with my dirty sleeve and wait for Jason to tell me my next order.

I hope it wasn’t like last night’s, because gutting out prey is not fun. But I don’t even know what fun is, so I shouldn’t expect any more than the worst.

“Okay, now go feed the breeders.” Jason hands me his plate, which barley even had a crumb left on it. Well, not counting the small portion of egg I knew he spat on.

“Give my plate to the boy.” He smirks, revealing his glimmering white teeth. Seems he takes good care of himself, even though he has been addicted to nicotine for quite awhile.

I nod just like I’m supposed to and grab his plate.

He doesn’t even look, just goes to his chair and cracks open a beer. I know how it goes around here; Jason will drink himself silly, maybe go torture the breeders a little more, and then sleep. In the morning when his hangover comes he’ll bark some more orders at me, and then if I’m lucky he’ll leave to get some prey.

Woof, woof, Shay. Why don’t you just call yourself Biscuit from now on? He already treats you like a dog.

I smirk and look over to Jason who has somehow polished off his first beer already. But that’s my brother, drinking himself into oblivion ever since he broke. I sigh and walk to the basement door. Oh what horror will they experience today? I have no fucking clue; I’m just the one who goes along with it.

My feet make the familiar noise as they goes down brick steps, all other noise disappears. I know they talk to each other, how could they not? Jason is just too drunk to notice his rules are being broken whenever his back is turned. I look into the empty cages set before me; the blood that stains the walls has turned black, hungry for a new victim to lessen its thirst.

These walls can tell you a story, heck, a whole novel if you just listen closely. But I have no time to listen to the whispers, this place creeps me out enough. Just get into the cage and feed them, then you can leave. But what did I really have waiting for me when I get out of here?

A drunken brother who treats me as bad as them? Don’t want that.

Get ready to mutilate prey? Defiantly don’t want that.

I can’t stay here though; the weight in this room is crushing. Every memory haunts me like a ghost, but Jason doesn’t seem to care.

He would, if he wasn’t broken.

I shake my head. Your brother is gone Shay, don’t believe he was ever here to begin with.