Muzzled BxB
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Last published Fri, Jan 6, 2023
"Please, I want to go outside again."
How long had he been here? He lost count of the seconds. He lost his ability to mark the minutes. The man who's name he had yet to learn, continued to push Alphis to his limits. He started chained in a basement with a small window and a few activities. As time passed he found himself chained to the Mans bedside, every window shut and hidden behind thick blinds. He missed the sun.
"Shut up. You're spoiled enough as it is."
"Please! Just open a blind or something!"
As quick as the words came out of his mouth he regretted them. A hand cut off his oxygen and dark brown eyes glared down at him.
"I swear to god, Alphis, I will put a fucking muzzle on you if you don't keep your mouth shut."
How did he end up here? This wasn't fair. He went from one abusive boyfriend to a sociopath.
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