Masterpiece

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his breaths were soft and jagged, tears rolled down his cheek one by one. this boy was afraid, afraid of the man. who is the man? the man was his love, the person who he devoted his life to. was this a mistake? he would constantly ask himself but before he can come to conclusion he would hear his loud foot steps hitting the wooden floor. he would shudder everytime he heard the floor creek, he hated it so much. it was a daily routine, not much to do when you're stuck. but oh boy did the boy melt at his voice, it sscared him so much how it affected him. and the sweet touch of his finger tips made him lose control. dreamy, he sure was everything you can ask for. perfect, but don't all perfect things have something wrong with them? fear lit up in his eyes as he saw his masters hand rise, closing his eyes in a flash. smack here, smack there. look at the flesh turning purple, isnt it pretty? no? hahaha, master told me so. im perfect with my rips sticking out, im perfect with my face beaten blue and my lips swollen pink. with all these colors, im a masterpiece.