I was a slave. It always was and always will be.
Tears fell slowly, like the smallest of streams down a mountain. My lungs felt full of air, yet they hurt like no other. My body throbbed, too.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t keep myself sitting or standing. So I just lay where I’d been left after he had rammed his dick up my ass without any lube. Which I wasn’t surprised about. I think I had passed out because when I woke, only a warm trickle of his seed and blood was coming out.
I stared out towards the smoke-streaked wall, just waiting for the last breath to leave my lungs and the last beat of my heart.
It could have been days or merely hours since I was tossed into this room like I was nothing more than a stowaway piece of furniture. There was no window to tell me the time, and the lights never went off.
At least my wrists had been untied at some point. Or maybe the rope ended up breaking. I didn’t really care one way or another.
The bracelet still sat around my wrist, barely hanging on. It wouldn’t take much to pull it off my hand altogether if I tried. But what point would it do? Sir wasn’t coming. He wouldn’t come to get me this time.
I blinked at the wall as the door opened. I didn’t know how long I had been in this room, but Jeffery sure loved to spend too much time in there already.
At least he didn’t care if I was enjoying myself like he was.
“You aren’t going to die on me yet, boy.” He easily pushed me to lay on my back, so I stared up at the ceiling until his face was right above mine. His too-bushy eyebrows needed to be trimmed, as theydid nothing to enhance his dull brown eyes and slightly flat nose.
“Sit.”
Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen.So I stayed right where I was, laying on the floor, naked as the day I was born and enduring the scratchy carpet.
“Fine. Whatever.” He grabbed my arm, the one with the bracelet. His fingertips dug into my skin and almost to the bone. If he pressed any harder, it was likely he’d break the skin as it was.
I barely jerked at a pinch as he inserted a needle, then let my arm flop back to the floor. He hummed off-tune, hooking up a tube and a few other things before the cold liquid was pushed into my body.
Then, he gave me an injection of something else that made the world tilt as I lay still. I couldn’t help but close my eyes, letting the waves of whatever drug he gave me take hold.
Fighting would do no good. Not now, and never again. I had nothing to fight for.
I glared at the water bottle that held some almost brownish liquid in it as it was forced into my body.
“Drink it all.”
I did. The texture was like applesauce, while the flavor was a mix of nutrients and broth. I would have gagged if it weren’t for being drugged.
“Please.” It took all the effort I had to open my eyes enough to see him. Even then, he was blurry. “Kill me already.”
“Oh, my sweet slave boy,” he cooed, standing above me. Like I needed a reminder of how much he controlled me. “I am far from done with you. You are the most tempting one I’ve had. Even more tempting than all the boys I had in my hands years ago.”
I wasn’t trying to be, but it wasn’t the first time some man had said those words. That I was too tempting. I wanted to spit at that word.
All I could manage was a half-hearted glare at him. He may have the reins to my life right now, but it wouldn’t last.
“Please.” Kill me. Let me go. Whatever way, I’d be good.
“Well, since you asked…” he trailed off as he pulled something from his pocket.
My eyes widened as the device, toy, whatever the hell it was, came into view. A rubber ball connected to some sort of thick strings on either side of it.
I shook my head, quickly sitting and pressing my back against the wall as hard as possible.
I wanted to run. If I were faster, stronger, I’d be able to run from this man, from this room. But I wasn’t. I was weaker than ever before.
“Open wide, pretty slave.”
I clamped my mouth tightly shut, shaking my head so quickly, the room span.
