Training Wheels (Danvid)

Chapter 14

//warnings: sledgehammer to the foot, head trauma, kicking, screaming, heavy language

//3 days later, period ended//

David's POV:

Daniel had been very nice to me the whole week I was on my period.. he fed me well and he comforted me and gave me that comfy bed.. and he made me feel so good with that toy.

Even though my period ended yesterday, he let me stay in that room. And he fed me a good breakfast this morning.

Now, I was sitting in the living room. There were no chains connected to me. No doors to lock me in just one room. Daniel was out shopping.

He told me he was going to get more groceries, and that he trusted I could be good. I promised I would be, and he left.

So I was alone right now.

I glanced around, nervous to get off of the couch. It wouldn't count as running if I was just walking around the house...

So I hopped up and started to walk around, looking at pictures on the walls and the flowers in the vases and such.

I kept glancing toward the front door. It was so tempting.. he was gone, and I was out, so that door just needed to be unlocked and I was free.

I blew off the thought for a while, just roaming around the house before I got too tempted.

I hesitantly approached the door, glancing at the knob. If it was locked, it was locked. Daniel wouldnt know I tried to leave.

If it was unlocked, he was gone. I could run if I wanted to and never see him again. I could go back to my friends.

I hesitated again, my hand inching towards the knob. I didn't notice I was shaking.

I put my hand on the knob and twisted it, giving a surprised look when it twisted all the way. It was unlocked. I could go.

I was filled with newfound hope, opening the door with a smile of disbelief.

Oh no..

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Daniel's POV-

I fucking knew it. I knew he would do it. I knew he was going to try and run.

I just wish he wasn't so stupid.

I saw his hopeful expression change to one filled with absolute terror.

"D.. daddy..?" He spoke hesitantly, starting to shake. I shook my head. Now I had to punish him. All he had to do was be good and stay away from the door.

He started to back away and I grabbed his wrist, getting a scared yelp from him.

"Daddy- I'm so sorry-- please don't--" he was cut off by my fist hitting his face. I think I hit harder than I meant to. His nose was quickly starting to bleed, his knees weak for a moment as he tried to regain himself.

I watched him bring his free hand up to feel his face, giving a shocked stare at the blood on his hand.

I pushed him down hard, watching him slam onto the ground with a grunt. I didn't give him time to stand before I kicked him hard in the ribs.

He yelped again, and I watched as he sobbed on the ground.

I picked him up again, tugging him by his wrist to the cold room I used to hold him in.

"Please please please-" he begged softly through his tears, trying to pull away from me. I gave an angry glare, yanking him close.

I opened the door and threw him in, turning the light on as he hit the ground.

This would be the first time he saw the room if he wasn't so busy getting beat. The walls lined with various weapons and torture devices.

He tried to lean up, but I kicked him again. The stomach this time. He curled up, sobbing louder.

"Daddy- l-listen--" He stuttered, and I snapped.

"NO! YOU FUCKING LISTEN!" I jerked him up by his throat, slamming him against the wall. "IF YOU WOULD HAVE LISTENED SOONER I WOULDN'T HAVE TO BE BEATING YOU."

He brought his hands up to try and pull mine off of his throat, letting out soft choked whimpers.

"ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY AWAY FROM THE FUCKING DOOR, BUT YOU COULDN'T EVEN DO THAT." I squeezed tighter, blocking off all of his air. I didn't mean to be hurting him so bad. I was just so pissed off.

"D-da..dd..y-" he choked out. He was trying to tell me something but I didn't care.

"SHUT UP!!" I slammed him against the wall again, knocking the rest of his breath out of him. "You're so FUCKING stupid-"

I threw him onto the ground, hearing his head hit it hard. I flinched, but didn't stop. "You KNOW not to run." I growled, going over to the wall and grabbing a sledgehammer.

He gave a terrified look, gasping to get his air back but barely able to do it through his sobs. His head was bleeding.

"P-please don't kill me-" he whimpered, absolutely scared out of his mind. "Please, Daddy- please--"

I walked back over to him, stepping on his left knee to hold his leg still. He tried hard to get away, but I didn't budge.

I lifted the sledgehammer up, giving a hard glare as I slammed it down onto his foot. He screamed. He screamed so fucking loud. It hurt my ears.

My heart was racing. I was hurting him so bad. I didnt mean to be doing all of this.

I slammed it back down onto his foot again, breaking it more. He gave another scream, begging for me to stop.

"PLEASE!!!! PLEASE IM SO SORRY-!!" He couldn't catch his breath. He was so helpless.

I hit it one more time, hearing him shriek once more before I lifted my foot from his knee and carelessly dropped the sledgehammer right next to his head.

He flinched, bringing his hands up to cover his head. He was sobbing so loud. I didnt wanna hear it anymore.

I grabbed him by his hair, lifting him up. He continued to beg, begging me to stop, begging me to let go. Letting me know he was sorry.

I slammed his head into the wall, and he was quiet..