Danti~ tainted

His room

Darks pov
Ever since what happened I've really not seen him, bar the occasional glimpse. He's been out a lot or has just been hiding in his room. I've still been given chores and clothes to wear but that's all. It feels..... weird him not just being around somewhere. I had read more books, tried to get out but that didn't work. At the moment I was just bored, I had done the chores given and he was out once more and so I wandered the house after eating a load food. Eating was something I found myself doing a lot here while I've been upstairs. I had just came out of the bathroom and I looked over to his door. I had tried to enter many times before but to no avail so why do I find myself walking to it once more? I put my hand on the handle and with care slowly pulled it down and to my surprise the door opened slowly when I moved. At first I only peeled inside to make sure he wasn't there and when i didn't see the slender figure I walked in with a sigh. His room was slightly messy, papers around the place, on his desk was a computer with stuff around it. His bed wasn't made and his bedside cupboard had a lamp and a pill bottle on it alongside some lube. There was a box on the bed too. I went to the computer first and tried to go on it so I could contact someone but I could log on or do anything so I started to look around the room. I went to his wardrobe to see an array of black clothes mixed with women's clothes and some kinky underwear. He really is a weirdo and yet the thought of him wearing it got me a little hot. Next I went to the bedside cupboard, inside one of the draws, the bottom one, was a bunch of knives, sharpener and some other tools. In the other draw was more pill bottles, some dildos and other sex toys, bandages, lube and a collar. It looked similar to the one I had to wear but different. My face only heated at the sight. Finally I looked to the box on the bed. Inside was a few old looking books, old CDs and some other loose things. I grabbed one of the books and opened it. It was a book full of pictures. The first one was of a purple hairs, dead looking man, though he looked young I think I saw him with Jacob once. There was writing on the page to.

That's Robbie. I remember him, he's nice. You can trust robbie. He won't hurt you.

On the next page was a picture of Jacob fucking kitten, she looked beaten and cut up. Why was this here?

That's sir.... master. He's very very very bad. He hurts, Shames, ridicules, uses, torments and violates. Can only remember after crank came. Nothing before. Never let sir get you again.

The next few pictures was of Jacob doing horrible things to kitten but the more I looked the more I saw anti instead of kitten. But then after a few pictures I got to one that shook me more then anything. It was my farther. Damien. He was strangling anti who was tied up in a painful way, crying and bleeding as my dad raped him.

This is Jacobs friend. He is also very bad. He has a son. Don't trust any of them. Bad. Bad.

I dropped the book and stepped back. Those pills where wills happy pills. He was a slave. He was kitten. Most prided slave to the most demonic and feared creature to walk the earth. I ran out his room, closing the door and went onto mine, shutting my door behind me and I sat on my bed as I began to stare at nothing as I thought. There was many rumours about kitten when she was with Jacob and many many more when she disappeared. Everyone thought her dead. How did I end up being kidnapped by the dead slave of Satan himself?