Fixing Broken [boyxboy]

Chapter 2

*****Mohan***

Somewhere between the haze of being Erue's nails piercing my skin and sobbing on his solid chest, I found myself outside of the apartment I had become to think of as a prison. Xander wasn't going to be very happy with my absence and I knew exactly who would suffer the consequences. I had suffered Xander's blows. They were the main part of my meager diet almost daily for 10 years and without knowing what to expect from Erue I feared I would suffer starvation. As I lifted my head off Erue's chest, dried tears making him sticky, Erue was looking down at me with a tender look in his eyes that I didn't recognize.

"W-what's wrong?" I asked, worried that I had done something I didn't remember doing.

" Nothing darling, I'm just so happy that I can finally keep you safe." Erue smiled down at me, and I felt my heart flutter but not in pain like I was used to. It felt surprisingly nice so I laid my head back on Erue's chest, inhaling his woodsy scent.

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"Mmkay, I-I like being safe t-too." I said and felt Erue chuckle. " So ummm, wh-where are we go-going?"

"I'm taking you home beautiful creature. It's a long trip so why don't you take a little nap, hmm? You've been through a lot this morning." He was right and sleep came easily.

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As he came closer, I whimpered and curled into myself. He was high today which, to me, meant a harder beating. In his hand was a studded paddle. This wasn't anything new for me. I had been the target of my Master's anger since I was eight, so I relaxed my body while the man raised the paddle. What I wasn't expecting was the horrible pain all over my body. I had developed the ability to become almost numb to pain but this was extreme. As blow after blow was laid on my body, I felt myself fading out of consciousness. Just before my eyes slid shut, a deep and smooth voice pierced my ears.

" Sir, I would just love to have a private session with your slave. How much is your rate?"

"200 for each hour, but since I was in the middle of a...training, the charge will be 400."

"For such a beautiful slave, I will be happy to pay." I saw the tall figure pass something to Master and Master left, leaving the man and I alone. I bowed my head towards the ground. I knew the rules. No talking and no resisting or punishment was a guarantee. But as I waiting for the man to slam his member into either one of my holes, he instead sat down and somehow produced a thermos.

"Here little one, drink this. It will help keep you healthy so when I come back to save you, you will be able to run fast enough to escape." I was so very confused. Escape? Healthy? Didn't this man know what I was doing here with Master? Despite the stranger's weird thoughts, I trusted him and took the thermos from his hands, tentatively sipping. The drink was warm and sugary. I felt it warming my insides, making me feel almost bubbly inside, a feeling I hadn't know in...forever. I eagerly drank the whole thermos, my stomach enjoying its new found fullness. While drinking, I studied the stranger. He was a tall very built man with rich brown skin and shoulder length dreadlocks, but the strange thing was his deep orange eyes. I had never seen eyes so colorful or...orange. They brought a sense of safety to me-or maybe it was the drink- and I hoped the man wouldn't leave. He smiled at me and stroked my hair with his calloused hands and instead of inwardly cringing at his touch, my heart stuttered in happiness.

"N-name?" My voice stuttered out making my cheeks flush at how stupid I must sound. Stuttering made Antonio feel like he was "making me a real bitch" as he said and somewhere between heaven and hell, it had become habit.

"My name is Markis, little one. I'm a demon, though you may not know what my kind is. Although, I'm not a cruel demon, I'm a demon who wishes to help children such as you. But escaping this place will take several phases." As Markis spoke, he continued to stroke my long black hair and I surprised myself by laying my head down in his lap, but not for any reason other than to rest.