Hey guys!! This is my first story so please no hate! This chapter is kind of depressing and boring and very, very short, but I promise it gets a lot better. It's confusing right now but everyhing will be explained! It may seem fast moving, but Im more or less setting the scene and discribing the terrible possition Scott is in. And the chapters get longer XD (Also, pls comment if you like it so I know whether to keep writing or not)
3rd Person POV, Scotts Side
Scott woke up and the first thing he noticed was his hip. God, it hurt. It had been a while since he woke up without something, somewhere, hurting. He hobbled over to the mirror to look at his apearence. Not as bad as last time, he thought. Only a black eye, a broken nose, and scattered bruises. No lost teeth, thank god. He was running out of money for fake ones.
Even though his apearence was awful to say the least, he couldn't help but smile. He'd won. Not that it was unusual or anything, he was practically unbeaten.
Except for the season he first fought in five years before, the fight 3 weeks ago was the first time he'd ever lost. In that first season, he'd learned all that he needed to know: if you don't win, even more pain comes, even more abuse, and even more violince. So he started winning. Until he messed up, and he'd been punished. Badly.Scott was sitting in his bed, his head in his hands, knowing what was coming. What always came. The door opened and shut quitely, the man wasn't awing over Scotts success like usual, but was instead strangly quiet. There was a threat in his eyes. Warning, danger, and the promise of pain.
The man started unbuckeling his belt and walking towards Scott, who stumbled back with wide eyes. "You lost..." the man whispered, his voice growing steadily louder. "And now I will show you the pain this made me feel. The pain you made me go through. Do you understand? When you lost, you hurt me, boy. Now it's my turn to hurt you..." The man pulled back his arm, lashing it forwards with a quick SNAP-
Scott jolted back to his sences, cold sweat dripping from his face, his body quivering. That won't happen again, he reminded himself. Because I won.
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"Congradulations!" Rodney, Scott's owner, cooed as he opened the door. "Now that was a good boy, eh? You made me proud out there! You made me happy. And when you make me happy, you've got nothing to worry about! Make me happy, and no hurt! No pain! Don't you like that? And didn't ya like the feeling of being in charge, when you kicked him in the head that last time? When his lip busted and squirted blood all over your c-" Scott closed his eyes and tried to tone out what Rodney was saying.
Yes, he liked to win, but not because he had beaten another man to pulp. He only did it to escape the torture, like the coward he was, and Rodney knew it. That's why he would taunt Scott with what he'd done to another human being. Scott blinked away tears. But this was his life now. There was no going back.
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As Scott lay in bed he couldn't help but think of before. It's funny how he used to think of everything as life, and now thought of it in sections. Before the incident, and after the incident.
Before was amazing. Scott had been in college, making good money, with a promising future in music production ahead of him. Until it happened. It was still hard to think about. The night, the boy, the fire. When he and the boys house burned down leaving him nothing, and his health insurence wouldn't help him. When he had to leave the man he loved, desperate for a job with fast enough cash to pay for his boyfriends medical expenses. The night he met Rodney, and sold himself into prostitution.
When all of Scott's clients left him because he had "no passion in bed", Rodney gave him one last chance, after much abuse. His last chance was boxing. Every day Rodney told Scott he couldn't escape, and if he tried to or if he failed, Rodeny promised torture the boy Scott loved and, eventually, kill him. So Scott stayed, and he boxed. For the boy. His boy, who'd been through enough pain already.I'll try to update soon! Don't forget to comment. Send me any questions you have, although I won't give any spoilers. You will be learning more about the incident.
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