Will looked around from his spot on the floor chained to the wall in the basement, his "room".
Another night tied to the cold wall by the neck, the chain bruise his skin and make him shiver, and the worse he didn't do anything, well he never really do anything, however today it was really absurd, his stomach growled, his stomach growled, and for that he was tied to the wall.
How did they expect his stomach don't growl if they didn't let him eat since he messed up the breakfasts, almost two weeks ago, Mistress wanted tea as always and Master wanted coffee that morning, he just mistake the cups, and for that they don't let him eat as punishment.
It was obvious his stomach would growl it was empty, and the smell of food was so inviting, and he was so hungry, he couldn't stop his stomach.
Yet there he was chained to the wall by his neck just like a pet, a dog that did something wrong.
He was so tired, but he couldn't sleep his body hurt everywhere, the reason Ford
" a good beating would help you control yours desires, you know that is a fake body and you don't need to eat"
He say while whipping him over and over.Will sighed heavily, his body was his, Ford knew this because he helped Will create it, but any time the blue haired demon make even the slightly mistake in the orders, Ford, Mabel and Mason always punish him severely, always using the same words
"your body is a fake one, stop complaining, don't cry, next time do things like we order you"
and others that he didn't want to remember.
Tears fall from his eyes while he hug his knees to try and stay warm, hopefully tomorrow it would be better and they would have mercy on him and let him eat, his tired brain finally fall asleep a few hours later dreaming with a comfortable and warm bed, and a plate of food.
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various one shots
Randomlittle things I write when inspiration is low could be anything