Scratch scratch scratch scratch… The sound of a pen on the inner walls of a closet. Scratch scratch scratch scratch… the sound repeats endlessly.
"Save me… save me… save me…"
The pleas of the boy locked inside the closet. The only light was from under the door, the small amount of light coming from the crack beneath it.
"Save me… have mercy… and save me…."
The pen moves over the walls as the phrase is repeated over the walls of the small closet: "Save me save me save me save me"
The door of the closet opens, light flooding the small confined space of the dark closet. The boy puts his hands over his eyes, the light blinding him. His long blue hair could be seen, and so the rest of his body. He was completely naked and had handcuffs around his wrists, a chain around his neck, and chains around his ankles. He was bruised in many places, even his beautiful face. He had cuts and some old, some fresh. He looked up with his emotionless cerulean eyes as he was pulled out of the closet he sat in.
"P-Please, I don't want to…" he said, hiding his face in his hands as he was taken into a bedroom again. He knew what was going to happen, and sat on the bed, knowing he wouldn't be able to escape. He had done this many times before, and was still embarrassed by this.
"Ciel, don't act so shy."
"Master… when may I stop…?" the young male asked, his name being Ciel. He closed his eyes as he started his usual way, his finger up his anus.
"Never." The man said, holding a camera and zooming in on Ciel's most private areas. "This will look great for your site."
"I… I want to stop…"
"You ask for the same thing every week. Today I got you some food. You better do good." He said, grinning. "I know my precious Ciel was hungry in that closet. If you don't do like I want, then you get the regular. White rice and beer." Ciel whimpered as he fingered and fondled himself. He hated this. He hated everything he was forced to do. But he couldn't do anything about it. He is a slave. The man is his master. He must do everything he is told to do so…
"Enough." The man said
"Sir…?" Ciel asked, he looked up, wondering why he was cut short for once. Was he letting him go? Ciel closed his eyes, just in case. Normally when he was cut short, he was doing something wrong and needed to be hit. He heart the sound of pants unzipping and clothes hitting the floor as the bed creaked, someone sitting beside him. Then someone behind him.
"Have fun." The man said. Ciel opened his eyes to see two more men in the room. They were undressed and now, and one pushed him over, holding his cuffed wrists over his head. His master set the camera down on the table and left the room, only saying: "You got an hour."
"Hello there, little Ciel." The man holding him down said. "My name is Alex, and this is my assistant, Gin." Alex said, running a hand up Ciel's side. Gin started stroking his cheeks and grinned. "We are doctors… now…."
"Show us your genitals." Gin said, spreading Ciel's legs. He started stroking him, and his other hand stroking his hole. Ciel was silent, knowing what was going to happen, and no longer fought it.
"Don't you even care?"
"No…" Ciel said softly, turning away. "Ever since Master bought me… he kept me here… I am used to it. Go ahead…. Fuck me." And with that, he let out a sharp gasp as he was spread apart and utterly torn open. "A-Ahh!"
"I thought you said you were used to this? Little boy. Heh." Gin grinned, pushing into Ciel fully.
"It hurts…!" Ciel cried, closing his eyes as Alex shoved his cock into his mouth.
His shouts muffled, his jerking body was whipped and hit. His tears were gone unnoticed and his pleas were inaudible.
Ciel was left thrown on the ground in front of the tiny closet once more. He was used to this torture, and closed his eyes, imagining he was somewhere… else. Anywhere would be better than the hell he was in; but he didn't know where. He was panting, and out of breathe and laid there as cum dripped from his mouth and ass. The "doctors" left, leaving only Ciel and his Master.
"Dinner, you filthy piece of shit." The man said, putting a bowl of rice in front of Ciel and leaving.
Ciel didn't do anything. He didn't care anymore. He was in so much pain, he could barely move. But nonetheless, he forced himself up, opening the door to the closet and sitting inside before closing it. The closet was small, created to hold jackets; instead, it holds the young male. He had to hug his knees to his chest and sit on the ground to conserve the limited space he had. This was his oasis. This is where he went after every appointment. This is where he was free, even if it was for a short time. He started to cry. He was used to being violated in so many different ways. Ever since he was a child, he had endured this pain. As the sky got darker and the night grew even later, Ciel shivered uncontrollably; Naked and cold in the small closet without anything to keep him warm; he held his knees closer, whispering as he started writing on the walls again. The phrase he had been saying since he came here. The phrase repeated over the walls. The phrase he continues to say until he falls asleep.
"Save me… Save me… Save me… Please… somebody…. Anybody… save me…"