No Way Out

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⚠️TW⚠️ *abuse, torture, rape*

No one would ever help him. There was no way. The duke was one of the most powerful people around, and to defy him would me severance of ties and no one wanted that. He was just a slave. He deserved everything he got. That was just the way that things were. He remained there, tied to the stool and uncomfortable for hours, waiting for his master to come back. By the time he heard the lock click in the door, his jaw ached from the gag and his arms and hands had become numb from being so tightly bound. There were times that he wondered about his family. His dad hadn’t even blinked before selling him off for his own gain, but his mother.. He decided he wouldn’t think about it. He would never go home again. In fact, after the few weeks he had been there, he was sure that he would live out the rest of his days serving as the duke’s pet. He would probably eventually die from the abuse. He welcomed the day that would happen.
He listened to the uneven steps of the duke as he entered the room, and his fear renewed itself. Tonight would be bad, and he knew it. He was completely unable to move, and his gray eyes stared at the floor beneath the stool where the leash was tied to it restricting his ability to move his head. And then it began. The whip was brought down across his back and rear over and over again. The skin there was already tender from having endured the same sort of treatment for weeks. It didn’t take much for the skin to split in some places. Whenever his sides were struck, the whip curled around his sides and bit into his ribs. Just a few hits to the already tender skin was all it took to cause silent tears to drip down his cheeks. It seemed to go on for hours and each hit cut deeper into his skin.
Finally, the whip was cast aside, but that brought him no comfort. No, because what was to come next would be no better. His body protested the treatment. The muscles still sore from having been violated the night before, and the one before that, and so on for weeks. He had absolutely no doubt that by now, the way that his master violated him not only tore up the surface of his skin as it did with the whip, but that it shredded his insides as well. And without more than a few hours to heal, he never had the chance to get better before he was violated again, and the muscles were even more messed up. He was unable to do something as simple as to sit down, but that didn’t stop the duke from forcing him to do so.
By the time that the duke finished with him, he felt disgusting. He was never allowed to clean up after he was used. He lay on the floor, silently crying from the pain inflicted upon him for the night and he had no way to help himself. He wound up passing out in that spot, laying in the mess that the duke had left him in. And it was the same thing every night. He was bound and gagged and beaten and raped. Night after night until the duke was satisfied to go to bed. The early wounds had begun to heal, but new ones were constantly lain over the old and so they never healed quite right. The harsh treatment caused him to become withdrawn and compliant. He had found that by holding still and doing what the duke wanted, it didn’t hurt so much. Of course, that angered the duke, and meant that he would continue the torture longer to get his desired reaction.
Over time, he was only chained to the bed when the duke was away. Upon his return though, he would be tightly bound again and beaten and violated, almost like clockwork. He became compliant, his eyes that had once shined with life became dull and resigned. His actions were a result of the training and beating he received, and could almost be described as mechanic. Every night, when the duke returned to the room, Taylen would lay himself down on the bed face down and place his hands behind his back to allow the duke to bind them as he wanted, and his feet too. He would do everything the duke told him and he would accept the gag into his mouth that muffled his screams.
Sometimes, if the duke didn’t bother to care, he was left bound until the male returned without being untied and left simply shackled to the bed. Every day was the same. Wake up either chained to the bed or still hog tied. Simply remain there until the duke returned. Allow the duke to do as he pleased until he passed out. Repeat. And then came the day that something new happened. A fluke. The chain wrapped around his ankle was not attached to the bed. Dull gray eyes gazed at the loose chain. The freedom that he had been looking for now for so long was right there in front of him. He didn’t move. He lay on the bed all day, waiting for the duke to return. His body now covered in scars and bruises. There were bruises on top of bruises. He didn’t try to do anything despite being able to do so for the first time in months. The duke had broken him down and torn him apart. He had turned him into a completely compliant, obedient slave. That night, when the duke returned, Taylen was still there. As had become normal, he rolled over onto his stomach and drew his arms behind him to let the duke bind and violate him again.
He thought about the stranger from the party a lot at first, but over the days, the memory seemed to become unimportant. His only chance at freedom that he had gained from the time he had been there had been realized and mitigated. It didn’t happen again. The shackles were tightly secured to the bed once again. He was taken to wash once in a while, but it seemed the duke rather enjoyed violating and marking Taylen as his and then leaving his pet in the mess he had made as if it were to convey further that he belonged to the duke. He was ungagged to be fed and given water. Food was table scraps that no one  would give to any person. Normally such scraps would be tossed or given to dogs or livestock. They were saved and given to him. He was a pet after all. Once fed, the gag was forced back in his mouth. It muffled any noise he would make and made sure he never called out for help or spoke out of turn. He wasn’t allowed to go to any more events or parties and he spent his days chained to the bed and being violated and tortured, his dull gray eyes expecting nothing more than what had become his daily life.

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**A/N; sorry for the late updates. I got to finally go home after 4 years and had to drive 2400 miles to get home, but I'm home now**