Freedom - Lashton ✔

Chapitre Deux

Isn't me,
Have some seed
Let me clip,
Dirty wings
Let me take a ride,
Hurt yourself
Want some help,
Help myself  

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Once the man was done with using Ashton for his own personal pleasure, he quickly tied him up to the wooden pole once again. The gag was already in Ashton's mouth, as normally someone would beg for the person to stop raping them. 

The man walked out of the basement, not wanting to be around the boy he kept against his will. He only wanted the boy for his own pleasure, and nothing else. 

After crying for a hour or so, Ashton soon drifted off to sleep, hoping someone, anyone, would help him become free from this hell. 

Once two hours of peaceful sleep came and went, the door snapped open, revealing the man Ashton hated with his entire life. He had some food, and untied the sleeping boy's wrists. He pulled the gag out, and softly woke the boy up.

"Hey, come on. Wake up." Ashton's kidnapper said in a surprisingly soft and calm tone. Ashton's eyes fluttered open, and noticed how close he was while his hands were untied, quickly backed up. 

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you right now." It's the right now that scared Ashton.

Ashton opened his mouth, but then stopped. He didn't want to get the blow torch. The man nodded, "You can talk." 

Ashton whispered, "B-but why do y-you hurt me?" The man chuckled and his soft look went away. "Because you're a slut and you secretly enjoy it." Ashton shook his head, and the man stood up.

He kept the food a good length away from Ashton, and grabbed the blow torch. Ashton cried out, "No! No!" The man then set the blow torch down, "I'm just messing with you. I said I wouldn't hurt you. Right now at least." He said with a smirk on his face. 

The man then gave Ashton back his food, which Ashton accepted with thanks. 

He quickly ate it, not wanting his time limit that the man gave him to expire. He only had fifteen minutes to eat whatever he was given, or it would be taken away from him. The man took the bowl away from Ashton and put it back. 

When the man entered the basement again, he looked at Ashton who was still free. Yeah, it was a dumb move, but it's not like he could actually get passed him. 

Ashton was still sitting on his dirty mattress. "You know? I haven't done anything wrong." The man said at the broken boy. 

Ashton snapped his head up to meet his kidnapper and rapist's eyes, and he so badly wanted to say something, but he also didn't want the blow torch. 

He just looked away, and the man quickly tied him up again.