A Contract From Hell

His Master, Spider

The darkness surrounded the boy as the shadows crept in, ripping and tearing at every little happiness the child had ever experienced. Silence. A single prayer muttered between two lips only to be stopped by a quick blow to the face knocking out what only looked like two... No three teeth, baby or adult, they all look the same. Silence. The footsteps that only signify the luring torture of a child who never once did wrong. Silence. The ringing voice of a past memory that whispers fondly only to be pushed away with the agonising pain of rope against skin. Silence. The door knob twisting and trembling under the heavy hand of one who strikes fear into the hearts of so many. Silence. The wish it could all be over. Silence. Go back to old times. Silence. To fun. Silence. To love. Silence. To him. Silence. Him. Silence. Silence. To him.

"Come on Jim. You've been requested" a voice called loud and clear through the crowded room where every child orphan, kidnapped or other waited. Waited. Every day. Waited. Every hour. Waited. Every second. Waited. Until they actually mean something to someone but yet that is only for a moment or so. The eyes of a hundred boys - only boys mind- turned to one little boy. Shaking and cowering in the corner. "I don't want to go... I don't want to go". Crying like a child. Like a baby. Just take me instead I won't cry. Look at him crying! Don't cry. Don't cry. A storm of hands crashed down onto the boy pulling and pushing him closer and closer to the voice. To the time he spent away from that hell hole only to wish he was back in it. You should be grateful stupid boy! Food to eat. Clothes to wear... When asked and required. Roof over head. You should be thankful.

"You're going to see uncle Arnold". No not him. Anything but him please. Lock me in the cellar. Chain me up with the ghosts. Throw me to die in a ditch or river. Just please not him. I can not argue. If I argue they'll kill me for sure. Oh brother. Dear sweet brother if you can hear me come and save me. Please. Please. Please...

A tornado of memories crash all around as the throbbing pain intensifies. All over my body hurts. My arms. My legs. My.... My... Everywhere. Please just end my life. Thrown me in hell I deserve just as much! Slipping out of the tomb where he was being kept the silky blankets hitting the floor maybe he could escape.
"Leaving so soon little boy?" A voice smirked in the distance. Oh no. He's been caught. He throws his hand over his face waiting for the blow to come but alas it does not. He looked confused. "Now now. No need to look like that. Little boys who make that face must be awfully awfully ugly." The sly voice calmed the little boy. He didn't even know who it was. "Behind you boy" he turned his head to a person. Very much taller than he himself. "W.. Who are you?" The child backed away.
"That's not important. Who are you?" The man asked.
"J... Jim" the boy whispered. "Jim Macken..."