stutter boy

one

bill's pov

the clinking of chains was heard as i once again was thrown into the dark confines of my metal cage.

and no i'm not a fucking dog.

i'm just, me.

"you know what boy i don't feel like giving you supper tonight either. you better stay quiet, make a sound and we're going to the back room, do you understand me?"

"y-y-yes m-ma-master, i-i u-understand." my stutter has gotten increasingly worse in the last 6 years, but who could blame me.

"shut the fuck up you mutt! fix that voice of yours or i'll fix it myself!" he screeched in his ugly scratchy voice.

'if only it were that easy'

that was my master, or one of them. all of the men at the auction house are technically my masters until i am purchased by a dominant. i have been sold four times. they returned me by the third or fourth day, claiming my stutter was too unbearable. they didn't miss their opportunity to get in a couple beatings before returning me though. they were all cruel and selfish. i want a nice master, one that cares for me. i really just want a hug at the moment. being in my cage has made me severely depressed and i just want a dominant to care for me and keep me safe. auction day is on friday, it's tuesday now. i'm so scared, i always am. they rack up the pain of your beatings right before auction day to show off your scars to the customers. and of course i am already covered in scars but apparently there's not enough of them.

i laid down, more like curled up, in the corner of my cage. my shins up against one edge, my back up against the other. my spine already bruising from the pressure of being locked in, and with that i tried my best to get at least an hour of sleep before this torture would start all over again.

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i was awoken by a large, rough hand shaking and rattling my metal cage roughly. the vibrations waking me up immediately, i yelped out in fear but immediately regretted it as i realized my master had heard me.

i am so dead.

"did i give you permission to make any noise whatsoever?" he asked me in such a calm voice it made me shiver right to my very core.

"n-n-no m-master." i was shaking so bad you would think i was having a seizure.

a sharp smack was heard across the room. and many more followed. i spent my whole day getting beaten, by not one, but three different masters, who were all twice my size.

my body was battered in cuts and bruises. it hurt so bad i could barely breathe.

i wish it was friday.

someone please save me.

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hey love, so this is a new story plot i've been thinking about for a while and i'm really excited about this book! don't be a silent reader, comment your thoughts! love you guys.