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Taken

Warnings ⚠-bxbxb, malexboyxmale, werewolf, sex slave trade, NO RAPE! Smutty sex... (I cant deal with rape)
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The sound of crying came from the basement. The overwhelming darkness the only companion of the child. He sat curled in a ball one his thin pallet, that was his room after all.

Ivy, his name was. Named for a birth mark under his left eye that resembled a patch of Ivy. He cried because for his dead mother.

He had loved her dearly, and so had his father. When she died, her husband took all his hate, his anger at the world, out on his son.

Immediately moving Ivy as far away from him as possible, to get away from the painful reminder that she was dead. Ivy looked just like his mother. Same grayish hair, same nose, same electric blue eyes, even same eyebrows!

And when the pain became too much, he started coming home in a drunken stupor. At first Ivy had tried to help his father, doing the laundry, cleaning up the house, and even learning to cook.

He was only 7 at the time but he had watched his mother long enough to get a grasp at things. But it wasn't enough, the pain became so great his father had to have an outlet. He started to only slap Ivy when he didn't do something to his standard.

But it wasn't enough! He started hitting Ivy, and it made the pain go away for a while! It was Ivy's fault she died! He thought to get the very small amount of guilt he felt to go away. He told that to himself every day, until he started to believe it himself.

It's Ivy's fault she's dead.

It's Ivy's fault she died.

He started beating his son. Every day, when he came home from school there was a list on the fridge. Ivy's chores. If Ivy Didn't have the chores done by the time he got home from work, and they weren't up to his standard, Ivy got beat.

When Ivy went to school and his new bruises were seen he said in a  small voice, "I'm just clumsy." And clumsy he acted. He tripped  on air when he saw someone near, he ran into doors, and dropped his stuff. People saw this and when they saw a new bruise they would think, So clumsy...

Though he did this on purpose, it made him sad that no one even suspected the horror he faced at home. Then his 16th birthday came and the horror started to escalate...

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A/U- Hi! If you didn't notice before, this is a GAY THREESOME book. If you are homophobic, please leave.

I already have this book done but I'll post one chapter a day. Please point out mistakes and I'll fix them! Most of my chapters will be 1000+ words! Now, Read on!

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Ivy walked, shouldering his back pack. He had run away, he couldn't stay there anymore, not after what his father had tried to do.

   No, he thought, he's not my father. He stopped being one when he first slapped me. He became a demon when he tried to do that to me. Ivy shuddered as he quickly shut that thought away.

   It was about time he ran. It had been stupid of him to stay that long anyway. He looked around, it was turning dark by now and growing colder outside.