To Be

To Be Punished

Welcome back! Glad to see I didn't run you off. I like weird stuff I know. I REFUSE TO SEEK HELP! (If you can't tell that's a joke. The internet doesn't convey sarcasm, so I just wanted to clarify)

((Well now this is awkward.))

Let's just go to the story . . .

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Mr. Cousins stared down at the shaking, whimpering mess that was his Neko. The idiotic creature had trapped itself in a corner, doing some of his work for him. Quick as a whip, he reached out and latched a hand around his Neko's throat. He could see the panic in those dark brown eyes, and it made him want to squeeze tighter.

So he did.

MARK'S POV

My hands flew up to the hand around my throat. I started to gasp and struggle, tears already trickling from my eyes. I panicked more when the grip tightened. I could feel my movements slowing down and my vision darkening. I whimpered when the grip went even tighter, before finally letting go.

I gasped, taking in big lungfuls of air, and blinking the spots out of my eyes. It had only lasted about 7 seconds but it felt like minutes to me. I cried out when I was suddenly kicked in the side multiple times. I tried to use my arms to protect myself, but the kicks were already over.

Master was suddenly dragging me by my hair making me yelp in pain. My eyes widened in horror after seeing we were going to the basement.

The last time I had been in there was when I had tried to run away. My Master kept all of his torture devices in the basement. I already knew there were knives and whips and an electric collar. Master had also told me it was soundproof so no one could hear my pitiful self.

I tried to squirm out of my Master's grip on my hair, but he just held on tighter. He opened the door and threw me down the stairs before he followed after.

I coughed, still not fully recovered from being choked. I was forced to my feet and dragged to the corner with two cuffs hanging from chains, meant to hold my wrists.

I squirmed a bit as the cuffs clicked around my limbs, their bruising grip already cutting off circulation.

The frigid air in the basement caught in my sore throat, throwing me into a coughing fit. When I recovered my Master was standing over me, with the shock collar in one hand and a small knife in the other. I felt myself begin to tremble, from the cold and my fear.

"Maybe now you'll learn to keep your mouth shut," he said in a dark tone.

I shook my head, " P-please, I didn't s-say anythi-ng."

He chuckled at me, "You're pathetic. But you already knew that right?"

I nodded quickly, hoping that complying would make him stop.

"What else are you?"

"W-what?" I asked confused.

"WHAT ARE YOU INSOLENT NEKO?"

I flinched and remembered what he meant, "I'm u-useless-s a-and unl-l-loved. I'm l-lucky that I e-even ha-ve a roof o-over my-y head."

"What else?" he was grinning at me.

I started to sob, I didn't know what he wanted me to say. An idiot like me couldn't even understand an order this basic.

He growled and raised the whip. I clenched my eyes shut, bracing myself. The whip came down hard on my shoulder, ripping right through the thin material of my shirt, and I cried out at the pain that followed.