Sweet Like Cinnamon

Pt 4

Sunday evening rolled around and I made my way home. I was in my room, just sitting on my bed and thinking. I hate this place. No one's paid for me in a week. That's a new record. I chuckled at the doleful thought. I haven't been touched in just a week. This fucking sucks.
A knock came from my door. I didn't answer, but the unwanted intruder stepped in anyway. I sat up to face him and shot a grim look.
The butler cleared his throat, "He's looking for you."
I sighed and stood up. He lead me to where he was. Behind a door like always. He went up the knock, but I opened the door before he could. He sat there with a grin on his round face. His wrinkles spoke out that he is an older, middle aged man. The barely visible gray hairs didn't help his case either. He was rather short and strongly built. I fucking hate Jackson. He stood beside him like a lap dog.
Disgusting.
The butler left, sadly. He got up from his chair and came over to embrace me. An echo rang throughout the room from me slapping him, leaving a red mark.
"Come on," he groaned, "the posterity of my business wouldn't want to hear about the boss being slapped by his own son."
"You are not my fucking father," my voice quivered, not feeling very valiant, as I backed up.
"Well that's obscure. I saved you. I could have left you to rot and die."
"No!" I barked, "You're a piece of shit who sells me off for money."
"Well, that's too bad. Jackson, do whatever you want. And remember, you paid extra," he smiled.
Jackson grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room. I was too weak in the head to fight back. It's better to just go with the flow and not do anything. We got to a red dimmed room. A room I'm all too familiar with. The aroma in the room was bare a dry of any feelings.
"You would normally want vengeance and throw a fit," Jackson paused and began to unbuckled my pants, "Not that it matters, they were frivolous anyways."
Ah shit here we go again.
I don't know how many hours went by as I laid there, lifeless on this damn bed. I felt dirty, violated, and disappointed in myself. I felt tired, just done. I never wanted this life, it wasn't fair. I buttoned up my pants and closed my eyes.