He sat across from me, his intense stare made me fidget and keep my eyes trained on the black tiled floor. The clothes i wore were scattered about the room, torn from my body leaving me exposed and bare for all to see. I felt blood dribble from my nose, it wasn't broken, but fuck it hurt.
"Pretty boy.." his sickening voice echoed through the cold room. I visibly flinched, fuck, hope he didn't notice.
"Awh are you scared? I'm afraid I'm tired of my slave..you bruise too quickly." With a flick of his wrist he spinned in his chair, facing the large window of his office. "Christopher! Take it back to its cage." He shouted, I hated that he called me an it..I had a name..I forgot it a while ago..but..I knew I hate one..I think.
"Yes, Master Declan." A warm voice spoke from behind me, he came up and ushered me out of the cold room, rushing me down to what looked like was a bunk room. "Sir..I don't belong here..my place his downstairs.." My voice came out in a slight whisper.
"Don't worry bright eyes.. we'll get you cleaned up..then you can rest."
Not Proofread, short, and bleh. This is still just a thought, but yeah.
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★ Random One Shots ★
FanfictionThis consist of plots for stories that twist in my mind, some will be short one shots, or some just vague stories. Some will be band one shots, fanfictions, boyxboy, depressing, triggering, more, and quite odd. Also, the majority of the one shots w...
