Law

I'd love to break you

" Nate stop!" Mark yelled as a vase was thrown at him.

Nate drunkenly stormed over to his slave.
" Shut the fuck up Mark!" He slurred.

Mark knew he couldn't defend himself as he was thrown down the stairs. The hard wood dug into his back and sides as he tired to protect his head with his hands. The man landed in a heap of pain at the foot of the stair case.
He had fractured his forearm.

Mark winced at the growing black and blue bruise on his right forearm. The hot white pain shooting up his arm.
He's definitely fractured it.

Nate stormed down the stairs and stood over the defeated man. The master ran his hand through his hair.

" I ask you to do one simple thing and I get a sarcastic answer!" Nate spat.
" You don't question me you little shit!".

Mark was grabbed by his shirt and lifted into his feet. Nate raised his fist and struck Marks jaw line.

Mark took the beating like a man. Knowing that no one could help him. Not the police. Not the next door neighbour. He couldn't call anyone for help.

This was the role of slaves.

One of them was a punching bag.

Nate connected his fist to Marks face again in the same place. Both men knew it would leave a noticeable bruise. But that was okay. They wouldn't be on camera for another few months.

" I'm sorry!" Mark pleaded.

Nate frowned at the man at his mercy. He let go off his shirt and stood back.

" Sorry means nothing to me Mark" Nate stated more calmly, his drunk ness shining through.

Nate then kicked Mark straight in the jewels, it didn't help that he was wearing shoes too.
The red head fell to the floor, his hands protecting himself from any other damage.
But the abuse didn't stop there.

Nate continued to kick his slave. Aiming for his stomach and his chest. Where it would hurt the most. Mark was hit in his gut, winding him. Another blow was delivered to his ribs. They both herd a sickening crack as a few ribs fractured slightly.

Mark cried out in pain as his ribs throbbed and his right forearm was caught in a kick as well.
" Nate stop please!" Mark pleaded.
" You're doing permanent damage!".

Nate paused for a second. Reached for the nearest thing next to him. Which so happened to be a large water glass. He raised it above his head. Bringing it down hard onto Mark. The glass shattered as it came into contact with Marks lower leg due to Nate's impaired aim. The water washed over the skin as it broke due to the broken glass. Small pieces embedded themselves into his skin and caused it to rip and bleed.

" Let's see how permanent that is!" Nate snapped.

Mark laid in pain as his legs bled a little into the title floor. Thank god it was title. If he stained the carpet Nate would get furious.

Nate kneeled down to Marks level and grabbed him by his face roughly. His fingers grazing over his new bruises. The black haired man could see Marks eyes were looking with tears at the pain.

" Next time you follow orders and don't question me, or I will rip out your vocal chords!" Nate yelled at him.

Mark was then bitch slapped harshly, the rings his master wore not helping the situation. The slave watched as Nate stormed away. His fusion growing fussy at his lack of glasses and his pain.

Mark held his ribs, hoping when he let them go they wouldn't break completely and piercing his lungs. He got up with his in-preferred hand because his right arm was hurt to badly.
He winced as he sat up as his stomach hurt badly from being hit so much.