It has been at least six days, assuming I am being fed once everyday. Time evades me as I am trapped in a dark damp cell that chains me to the floor, and the only thing that tells me how long I have been here are the regular visits of a man.
This man was there when I first woke to the darkness with no memory but my name. Hoseok. This man never revealed his face, the darkness along with the long flowing cloak he wears prevents that. He has never touched me. Nor has he told me his name.
He simply comes into my cell with a small piece of bread and water to last me the "day". Sometimes he whispers to me, telling me wild stories of creatures I have no knowledge of. Other times he just sits there until his time is up and he leaves.
He put me here. I don't know why but I'm not upset. I don't feel. I do not even remember being able to feel.
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warning: disturbing thoughts ahead
I watch my little prince all skinny for me. He has almost lost all that fat his whore of a mother dared to feed him. But he is mine now. All mine.
I can not wait until he submits to me. I want to watch him scream out in pleasure as his ass gets torn open during rough sex full of teeth and nails. I want to watch his tears flow from the pain amd humilation because he knows he loves it like that.
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