Law

Ignitied

I screamed pain through my gag as Nate turned the taser on at my inner thigh. Hot pain shot up my leg and incapacitated my whole being. My brain grew foggy as I shook against the quilts underneath me.

The taser was turned off and Nate grabbed my face so that I could look at him. His eyes grew cold and he smiled casually.

" Have we learnt our lesson, you're not going to try and escape again?" He asked.

I stayed still and didn't even attempt to nod or say anything. I just glared daggers back at him.

Nate let out a long sigh.
" Well I do have to break you before we can get anywhere I herd you hold out for a long time, if only we could get Felix back in here. I bet your Stockholm syndrome will kick in again" he bantered to himself.

Nate stood up and returned the device to his holster on the wall. As his back was turned, i pulled on the shiny cuffs that pinned me to the headboards bars. But they didn't even budge.

" Felix isn't allowed too see you though. I'll have to ask him next time I see him" Nate continued.

I watched as the man pulled out more suggestive 'toys' from a trunk. Things I never wanted to touch me or me being used to anyone else.

" Until then, I know you're being trained to be sex slave so let's start with that" Nate said.

Who made that decision?
I shifted away with his and protested as he climbed into the bed. I tired to sink into the mattress more as he climbed over me. Straddling my waist.

" You could either stay still, or you could come out with a few scars Mark" Nate warned.

I did nothing. Finding it strange that he wasn't ordering me around. He was more trying to me make this as easy as it could be for me. However, I would always protest. Especially against what he was about to do.

Nate nodded his head, understanding that I would probably put up a fight. I thrashed as the man pinned down my legs and tied them to the end of the bed. Leaving rope room
For me to move them slightly.

" Fuck you" I spat through the cloth.

Nate glared at me.
" Keep talking like that and I'll make you a complete mute".

I stopped talking, I did not want my voice box removed. That's how they made slaves mute.

I was forced to watch as Nate ripped off my boxers. The only article of clothing slaves here were allowed to wear. I hid my face in my arm as I knew he was seeing all of me.
Of course I was once used to it so it wasn't as bad as the first time.
But that didn't mean I liked it by far.

" Now If you stay still this won't hurt to much" Nate warned.

" ARGH!".

~Jack~

" Seàn? Lunch time?" Dan asked through my door.

Well what was once Marks door.

I sighed against the quilts that smelt like him. Laying in the bed wasn't the same without him. It felt empty and cold even though I was sweating and surrounded by bedding.

" Coming" I called back to him.

I herd Dans footsteps leave down the hall. I rolled over to get up to leave and as I sat up I noticed something.

A red collar.

It say on the nightstand, the day Mark had left it there. The red and black design which resembled mine. My collar sat in a packed bag of my things.
I wasn't going to stay in the house that reminded me so much of him any longer.