Chapter eight
"please don't keep me in here."
"This- this isn't the room, right?" The small boy asked, scared. The room hardly even looked like one, it looked more like a dungeon with a bed that had a cage looking type of thing at the bottom. This whole room scared the boy. He was hoping that this wasn't where Harry was going to keep him, "this p-place scares me."
"Awe, is baby girl scared?" Harry teasingly asked, knowing the answer.
"Y-yes, master, I'm scared. I don't want to stay in h-here, it's s-scary."
"Awe. You're such a chicken, Louis."
"I-I'm only sixteen-years-old, I'm too young for this, master."
"Too bad," Harry grabbed the other lad's arm and dragged him over to the bed, he crouched down, making the boy fall on his bum, "you're going to sleep down here in the cage.
"W-what? P-please, don't make me do that. I-I didn't do anything."
The man opened the cage door, he grabbed Louis and tried to push him inside, but the boy resisted, "stop that, or else I'll beat your ass."
The blue-eyed lad stopped resisting, letting the tall man push him inside of the cage underneath the bed, "h-how long are y-you keeping me in h-here? I-I'm scared in here" he cried.
"I'll keep you in here for however long I want to, Louis."
The curvy boy sniffled, tears pricking at the brim of his eyes, "please don't keep me in here."
Harry ignored the boy, he slammed the cage door shut, and locked it, "I'll do as I please, pipsqueak," he stood up and headed out of the room. The door slamming closed behind him, causing Louis to whimper.
The lad let out a chocked sob, the tears fell down his cheeks and he began to cry.
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307 words. Edited.
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