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Who is Messenger? What is Messenger? Why is Messenger? Those are questions that are asked everyday by a most amazing man. Everything about him is simply amazing. From his miraculous birth to his horrible life is something that boggles the mind. Who is this man? He is Messenger Whore Boy Fuck Toy to the Leader Robeson. What is this man? He is many things, a slave, a friend, a lover, a child, an object, but most of all he is a human being even if he hasn't ever been treated as such in his short twenty five years of life. He is Messenger and this is his story. It was an average day when Messenger was born to Miracle Child Whore Girl Fuck Toy for the leader. The sun was out, the birds were singing, and Barry Butler had just been killed but it wasn't like the people Messenger had been born to had any idea of these things. They didn't even know that the date was April 9th, 1966 or that it was a beautiful spring day outside the confines of their filthy cellar where they lived out the remainder of their days. Most of them had forgotten how to read, write, bathe themselves, or even their real names. They were the people under the stairs, reject children of the insane couple known as the Robeson's. They had all been expecting another still born but they were amazed at the pink, filthy, screaming life form that had just come out of Miracle Child. Miracle child was the daughter of 'She Who Had Been Chained to Bed' ad had spent her entire twelve years of life in the Robeson cellar. There was one big difference between her and her newborn child thought; she would die having never tasted freedom but he would be alive for their liberation.
"It's alive, Spitshine. This child is actually alive! Praise God! Praise Him!" said Bites who was just seven years old and had been in the cellar since he was four because he heard the torture and rape of the girl he was supposed to be with and asked Mommy to make her stop because he just couldn't take it. He was a harem boy for the tops. The tops were the aristocracy of under the stairs society and they had the best lives possible under there which really wasn't saying much. He sometimes enjoyed his job, he got all the sex he wanted and if he did sexual favors for the current 'thing between the walls' he could also get whatever he wanted from the main house. Those were his good days. On his bad days he'd hurt himself because of how filthy he felt whenever he had to service one of the tops. He hated being used but he was happy that he wasn't a trick. Tricks were prostitutes, usually male and sent down to them from the outside whenever Father's son Daddy got through using them, that were bad at what they did and they didn't live long because of their lack of usefulness.
"(I have eyes, Bites. Remember, I spoke evil not saw or in your case heard it.)" said the leader of the people under the stairs. His name was Spitshine and he was nineteen years old. He had lived his time i the upper levels of the Robeson house for thirteen years before he finally made the mistake of telling his so called 'parents' what he thought of them. He had originally been a thing between the walls; a person who had made their way from the cellar and into the walls by switching off the alarm and going into the main house through the vents in the money room.
"This child is a sacred thing my brothers and we must treat it as such! I have seen through the dust and the dark! Through my empty eye-sockets I have seen that it will be a child that will lead us to our salvation!" said Oracle loudly breaking the moment. Oracle was a slave whose master had died and set him free as his last active order to his slave. He had his eyes but out for seeing evil and had spent a total of half of his life under the stairs. He claimed to be able to see the future but only half of his predictions had come true so he wasn't highly respected. Actually due to his outbursts he was considered more of an annoyance but the people under the stairs took solace to the fact that he was going to die soon since he was already twenty years old. It was very rare that any person under the stairs lived past their early twenties and nobody had ever lived past their early thirties.
"(Must you constantly scream your visions out to us?! You are quickly becoming an annoyance and I won't tolerate anything that will make our lives any less bearable!)" said Spitshine angrily as he inspected the new child. It had been wrapped in the old red blanket that it had been birthed on. Miracle Child had just passed out from the pain of her unmediated child birth and several of the people had decided to check her pulse and there was an argument brewing over who would get to eat the after birth. Spitshine wanted to play the part of the leader well, the leader was an example setter and a peace keeper, he wanted to be the most remembered leader in their history. It was his goal in life.
"You know the answer to that as well as I do! Now listen to me and listen good; we have to give this child the respect and good life that it deserves!" said Oracle loudly getting the attention of Daddy who had come downstairs to see what all the commotion was about. He was going to make his father proud. Out of all of his brother's he was picked to carry on the treachery because he was the best son. He never cried, always obeyed, and best of all never heard or spoke or saw evil. He had even stayed at the house upon reaching adulthood when most of his other siblings had ran like hell away from it all. He ran toward the bars when he heard the baby crying. That made him angry, he hated crying and he hated the fact that the people under the stairs were copulating.
"What the hell is going on in there you bastards?! You're driving me nuts!" yelled Daddy as he got close to the bars. That proved to be a mistake because he was grabbed by two guards and pulled towards the bars. He was then stabbed by a bone knife and he ran up the stairs so that Mommy could sew him up. The guards weren't usually so quick to attack Daddy because they knew that there would be hell for them to pay later but this was an amazingly rare occurrence for them. The women ofter fell pregnant but they either died in child birth, their children were still born and eaten when they came out, or both.
"What happened?! Did they get out?!" yelled Mommy as Daddy ran up the stairs bleeding heavily. Daddy was to be with Mommy since they were children. They were married now and they had known that that would be their destiny since they were children and she had accepted that. After all, good girls did exactly what they were told eve if it meant marrying her own brother. Eldon had been her everything and she his. They loved each other even if it did mean that he had to beat her occasionally and she had to lie back and take it. She deserved it after all for producing and stealing such horrible children that heard and saw and spoke evil. She was only twenty five but she had already had fifteen mistakes that had to be put in the cellar.
"No, they cut me! those fuckin' bastards are gonna get it! Mark my words, Elmira! I-I me-mean Mommy." said Daddy as he got to the top of the stairs ad collapsed. The cut was very deep and he knew that it was going to get infected. That wasn't the first time that he had been attacked by them and he wasn't going to stand for it. After all, he was the man of the house now that his father had died and been consumed by him and Mommy so he couldn't stand for such things. He was doing to starve them as punishment right after he got and killed that baby. He knew that their were girls down there, his own sisters and daughters, and he didn't want them making equally bad children with the boys under the stairs.
"May they burn in hell." said Mommy as she began to sew Daddy up. Her newest child that she herself had given birth to began to cry in the other room and she was going to punish it when she finished sewing Daddy up. She loved Daddy and she was a good mother so she had to punish her child as much as she could. It was normal in her mind because that was how she was treated in her childhood.
"Forever and ever in hell." finished Daddy as he allowed himself to be sewn up. He loved her and he had to be the man and kill that child and then starve the people for a few weeks as punishment for bringing that child into the world. He had already let his whore of a sister's child live and he wasn't going to allow that to happen again. While this was going on Spitshine was chastising the guards for angering Daddy. He ordered them to be beaten and then turned his attention to the new child that had calmed down. He wasn't going to listen to Oracle. This child would have the surame Whore Boy Fuck Toy like his mother because in under the stairs society children were given the caste of their parents even though it rarely ever came up. The child fell asleep as the guards were beaten for what they did. Miracle child was still passed out so he took it upon himself to name his slave's child.
"(Messenger maybe. Yes, a messenger would be quite useful to us.)" muttered Spitshine as he held the child wrapped in the blanket that would become his only covering for the next twenty five years of his life. he continued to sleep peacefully unaware of what was going on around him.
"(Scribe!)" called out Spitshine. Scribe was the official record keeper and the name was passed down from Scribe to Scribe. That was a position of great respect because records were very important to them because of their bad memories. Scribe walked over to the leader and took a good long look at the baby as if to memorize it.
"What?!" called out Scribe who still had his eyes, ears, and tongue. He was called a whore boy because he was used for the sexual gratification of Father and later on Daddy before Mommy became fed up with him and led him from the room that he had been locked in, took him to the cellar, and then castrated him. He was fourteen years old at that time but he was sixteen now. He was one of the few people under the stairs who could read and he considered it compensation for what he lacked.
"(Let it be known that this child born of Miracle Child Whore Girl Fuck Toy will be called Messenger from now until we either all die or escape.)" said Spitshine. Scribe complied and wrote down all of the information he was given down on one of his many pieces of paper. And that was how it began.
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