Gangster- Tythan

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"So, how has Ethan been?" Mark asked, curious. He put the box down on the kitchen table, "Still calling you master?"

"He just sits there, all day. Only follows when told. He looks like he's going to cry when I'm three steps away from him but he was trained never to cry- never to moan- never make any noises." Tyler started, then looked down at his leg. There Ethan was, clinging to his leg for dear life, "I have given him permission to cling to me so maybe he'll feel happier"

"He looks, happier?" Mark kind of mumbled. He wanted to say for sure but, he wasn't sure at all. He knelt down, getting to Ethan's height, "Hey little buddy, how you feeling?"

"How should I be feeling?" He asked, tilting his head, "Do you want me to be scared? Happy? Excited for a punishment?"

"No no no" Mark sighed, "How do you feel. Not how I tell you to feel, what do you actually feel?"

"Empty" he said, bluntly. Then looked up at Tyler, "My master makes me feel complete- even though I am nothing still"

"Complete. . . nothing?" Mark questioned. Then the pieces started to fit in his head, making him stand up, "I've seen this before"

"You don't mean. . ." Tyler started before being cut off.

"Jack" Mark finished, "He would cry if I was away from him after he came back from hell. He would scream and beg for me, only wanting to be near me. Then would start crying harder because 'begging is against the rules'. That's because, away from me- he felt dead. With me, he felt alive but didn't know how to explain that feeling. He didn't know what bring alive was even like after three years- seven years must have been even worse for Ethan's already declining mental health"

Tyler sighed, not sure what to do. Be went to speak but-

"I wouldn't be shocked if Ethan still thinks he's in that hell. Sean still gets horrid flashbacks were I have to hold him for hours until it all goes away. He'll sit there and scream, kicking and crying, pleading to leave the 'bad place'. I'd rush him, tell him it's all okay" he sighed, "Also, has there been a struggle feeding him by any chance?"

"Yeah. . . he says 'I can not eat- I have not earned it'. He keeps doing that with almost everything I offer him.", Tyler explained with a sigh.

"I know what to do" Mark started, still kneeling in front of Ethan, "Is Ethy hungry? Ethy want food?"

"I do not deserve food- I must earn it" he said, looking up at Tyler.

Mark clicked his fingers, gaining Ethan's attention again, "Ethan, go clean that book shelf for me"

His eyes almost seemed to. . . sparkle, like he's been longing for a command to feel complete again. He crawled over to the bookshelf, dragging one if his legs behind him. That leg must be pretty broken. . . Tyler hadn't noticed he was dragging it because Ethan always had crawled behind him. He knew they broke his legs but. . . but not that bad.

Ethan quickly got to cleaning up the bookshelf, books only on the bottom so he can reach them. He sorted them out in alphabetical order. Then crawled back, "Is that to your liking, Master?"

Tyler was just staring at that leg, feeling just, horrible. If only they could have saved him sooner. . . he scooped him up, "Yes Ethan, i-it is. Mark, I am going to talk to Ethan about the things they did to him while you cook" "Haha only time I'll let you boss me around!"

He sat Ethan on the counter top, stroking his hair, "You're such a good boy. . . now, tell Master, what kinds of punishments would they use on you?"

Ethan nods; "Rape, beatings, humiliation, starvation, force feeding until we hate our bodies as fat is bad, taking our things away, distorting things, denial of any comforts, teasing to the point we'd break, orgasm denials, but over and over again, pins, cutting us, breaking bones, tying us up in a field and letting people rape us with no condoms or anything so we can get illnesses. . ."

Tyler's eyes widened. He stroked his hair, "W-What treats do you get?"

He twitched, "I was allowed a stuffed animal to cuddle for five minutes before the ripped it apart in front of me. Someone k-kissed me on the lips once before raping me without mercy to the point I needed medical help but I didn't care, I got a kiss. . ."

Tyler teased up, "Holy. . . is that all the treats you can tell me?"

He tried to think, "There was this one week that this guy tried to gain my trust just so he could break it. He'd give me everything I wanted and needed. Oh that was such a good week, he treated me v-very nice then hurt me the worst, burning everything I craved in front of me. . ."

Mark suddenly put three plates down, "Tyler, I have an idea"