Isaiah's Road to Recovery
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  • Reads 49
  • Votes 1
  • Parts 3
  • Time 19m
Ongoing, First published Feb 27, 2020
Mature
"Well...welcome home..." the tall man said to the small skittish thing that stood still beside him as he took off his leather jacket. He shook his head and grit his teeth, he didn't ask for this boy or his burdens, no...but now that he has them he can't help but be pissed at whom ever broke this poor beautiful boy standing beside him.

"You may enter the house." he tried again, seeing if it was the permission the naked boy was looking for. Almost immediately after hearing the command, the small blonde? His hair is too dirty to really tell...took a tentative step forward into the spacious living room and stood still once more.

'This...' the dom thought to himself, 'is going to be one long road to recovery.'

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Disclaimer

This story may be triggering for some, I'm sorry I can't put a trigger right before everything that may be triggering because this story contains the recovery from sexual abuse, physical abuse, mental abuse, and the lack of a childhood.

There are mentions of repetitive rape, there are mentions of self harm and suicide, physical abuse, and anxiety.

There will be CONSENTUAL smut and lots of fluff along the road.
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