Do y'all know what? SCREW IT! AHM POSTING IT :3

Summary: (M/n) grew up with an abusive father until one day he was sold as a servant to a perverted, cruel and rich man. One day he escapes the mansion only to find comfort with two members of the Vexos of New Vestroia.

WARNING! HINTS OF SEXUAL ABUSE!

I felt myself glare at the bars I was trapped behind, a large frown on my face. Just how was I supposed to escape from here? From this goddamned hellhole! I growled softly, my anger raging inside of me. I knew better than to make a fuss, though. I don't want my captors to do to me what they do to everyone who disobeyed or did something wrong.

I shuddered at the thought, tears pricking my eyes as my rage turned into fear. You're probably very confused on what I'm on about. My story isn't great but it's how I got here.

A young boy of four with (h/l) (h/c) hair stood beside his mother's bedside, holding her hand. His father was close by, a sad look on his face.

"Mama, please don't leave! You promised to stay and that we'd do everything together!" The boy sobbed sadly, nuzzling his mother's hand close to his face.

"I'm sorry, (m/n). My darling son, please don't be sad. Everything will be okay." The woman rasped. (M/n) gasped, his wide (e/c) eyes filled with tears.

"B-but what will we do without you?!" He exclaimed. "I don't w-want to lose you!"

"(M/n), you're a strong young boy. You'll do so well and I'll be watching over you." His mother stated lovingly. "And your father will still be here. He loves you too." The woman grew weak. (M/n) panicked and held her hand tightly. "I love you both... don't forget that..." She said quietly before going limp.

"M-mom? Mom?!" (M/n) cried out. His father's eyes darkened and he slapped the young boy away from his mother. (M/n) yelped in pain, tumbling away to the ground.

"It's all fault she's gone!" The man yelled at him. His foot jabbed into his back and (M/n) curled up. Why was his father doing this? Didn't he love him?

"DADDY, STOP, PLEASE!" (M/n) cried pathetically. "PLEASE, IT HURTS!"

Over the years, Mr (L/n) still blamed his son for the death of his wife and drank away his sorrows, either beating his son or touching him in ways (M/n) would never want to remember. (M/n) did thank his lucky stars that it didn't go too far. The young boy of 9 curled up in the corner of his room, trembling at the thought of his father coming home.

He heard a loud slam as the door was opened. (M/n) trembled, hoping and praying he wouldn't come up.

"Please don't come in, please don't come in, please don't come in." The boy murmured quietly. When the door opened, his trembling grew. His eyes looked down at his father's feet nervously.

"Look at me, boy." His father's voice growled. (M/n) slowly looked up, his eyes trailing over the form of his father. He gulped when he spotted the bulge in his pants before staring at the man's face. He was drunk, as always. "Come here." (M/n) moved to get up. "Stop. Crawl." Mr (L/n) demanded. (M/n) knew better than to defy the man, crawling forward. "You know what to do."

"Y-yes..." (M/n) muttered sadly.

"Yes what?"

"Yes... Master."

"(M/n), get your stupid arse down here!" Mr (L/n)'s voice rung out through the household. (M/n) shuddered and got out of his room. He headed down the stairs and into the living room to see two bulky men with a rather snobbish, disgusting-looking man in between them. His father sat on the opposite side of them. The man in the middle glanced at the boy, his eyes scanning over the boy's body before grinning.

"Yes, he's perfect. I'll give you one million for him." The man stated.

"Wh-what's going on?" (M/n) muttered, flinching when his father glared at him. The man introduced himself as Mr Burke and he was searching for a new servant. A boy, very young, with a good-looking face. Sadly, (M/n) seemed to be that chosen boy. He was dragged towards Mr Burke's limo where Mr Burke just couldn't keep his hands off of him. The boy shook in fear and disgust. When brought to the mansion, Mr Burke taught (M/n) to fear him and did unspeakable things to make the boy obey his every command.

As the years passed, (M/n) became Mr Burke's favourite 'toy', which badly scarred the boy.

And there you have it. The whole story on how I got into this damned place. But let me tell you this.

I, (M/n) (L/n), will escape, and that's a promise.

Shitty first chapter, check! What do you guys think? Just before you think I lied and copied it off of Quotev, I will put down on chapter two that I posted it on here. Just try and find it on there but it might be a bit difficult I dunno