Torture In Silence (Kellic)

Would You Still Be There

{Kellin}

You don't know what it's like to live with people you don't know, to judge disgusting things you've never seen before, and have a master who makes you suck his cock when he's feeling in the mood.

This wasn't my life. I didn't want any of this. I was forced to be here because I had nowhere else to go. The worst part is not knowing if I'll ever get out of here, and...and...I don't even have a voice to speak out against it.

Five years...five years living in this dreadful place, four years of it with me not speaking. I'll never ever talk again after what I witnessed, and nobody, and I mean nobody will force me to speak; not even my master. I haven't spoken in four years; mainly because I guess I've forgotten how to speak or because of...something else, many years ago. It was my fault he died. It was my fault I said anything in the first place. If I had just kept my big mouth shut, he would still be here today.

My master, Damien, finds people off the street to add to his collection of victims. When I say people, I mean age ranges 12 and up. Not only that, this place is underground so none of us can possibly be found. He treats this place like a business as well. I have no clue how people found out about this place, but when they do, they get to choose which one of us to have sex with. They have to pay up front before having their way with us. Damien is paid by the hour. The longer they stay, the more money he'll make. Of course, we don't get to keep the money, and we have no say in it; it all goes to him. Sometimes, people come in from time to time to buy us, but most of us don't get sold because Damien charges too much. And so far, I cost the most.

Out of everyone living here, I'm treated the worst. I don't know if it's because I was the first person to ever discover this place or because Damien just likes to make me his bitch. I hate him with a growing passion. I hate how he treats me, let alone, everyone else, but why does he make me do everything for him? Why does he hurt me the most, when all I wanna do is stay in my room?

"Kellin! Get over here!" Damien bellowed. "Now!"

I got up from my bed and ran into the main room. I stood before him with my hands to my side. He inspected me up and down.

"You look a little skinny today. Did you eat yet?"

And obviously, I didn't answer. I gave him a blank stare and then faced the ground. Damien isn't mean all the time, but he usually is. He wasn't all that bad; he just has a reputation for being the cruelest owner to anyone who knows him. He always made us breakfast, lunch, and dinner, just like any parent would, but at times, he wouldn't even call us out of our rooms because he didn't want to see us. Most of the time, I didn't wanna see him, and if that meant skipping a meal, then so be it.

"Look at me, you piece of shit! Don't piss me off this early in the morning, Kellin. You look at me when I tell you to look at me or else I'll make you lick my fucking boots clean."

Jenna, one of the girls that Damien captured, was watching everything. She was seated at the table, staring at Damien with disgust. She was there when the "accident" happened. She witnessed everything that went about this place. Hell, she even tried helping me speak again, but I refused.

"Do I need to put you in your cage?" Damien growled.

Yes, I'm the only one who had a cage if I was being disrespectful. Of course, I never did anything to piss him off, and I never back-talked to him, obviously. He just liked to push me around to feel powerful.

Although I didn't speak, I could still use head gestures. I shook my head no, referring to the cage in his last question.

"Good," he told me. "Tay, get me a glass of water and hurry up."