A/N: There really isn't a plot to this, it's just a mere one-shot. It's rated M for safety since there is abuse, and I may add a lemon later if I feel up to it. It will indeed be rape. I'd love it if you reviewed it, since it's my first fan fiction in a REALLY long time. :) Thank you!
Property
Another day, another breathing moment spent in shackles. Gin winced as the metal dug into his left wrist, blood dripping down his left arm and making a small puddle beneath him. He could barely hear metal doors opening and closing from the small, damp room he was in. It was nearly sound proof, but enough hours alone in this damn place and you could hear anything you wanted- if you put your mind to it.
-x-
"Gin," Aizen said as he entered the small room with a tray of bread and water. Gin blinked his eyes open, shrugging against the chains. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Aizen spoke, a smirk brought to his lips.
Instead of the regular shackles, now there were small spikes on the inside that were slowly tearing Gin's skin. "Bastard," Gin muttered out, letting his exhaustion take over and passing out. He didn't want to see Aizen have his way with him again. He couldn't take it anymore.
-x-
Gin peaked his eyes open, there wasn't any lights on like usual in the small metal room, instead, there was a single candle. "So you decided to awake," Aizen said with a smirk, he was standing close to the candle. Fuck. Gin thought and willed himself to pass out again. "No, that won't work Gin." Aizen started to take off his clothes, rubbing himself here and there. "I miss the way you looked at me as I fucked you."
Gin hissed when Aizen suddenly grabbed him harshly by the chin, his silver hair being brushed away by a dirty hand. "Look at me," Aizen soothed. Gin refused, trying to pull his head away. "I said look at me!" Gin obeyed, staring into the angry eyes. "It's time to make Aizen happy." Aizen said with maniac eyes, yanking Gin's hair back.
Aizen secured a collar around Gin's neck, warning him that if he tried something, he'd be shocked. He loosened the shackles and pulled the leash, causing Gin to stumble and fall to his knees. Aizen made an impatient noise, "Hurry up!" He said, slapping Gin hard across the face. Gin bit back the swear words that threatened to escape his mouth and got up, following Aizen out the door and mentally preparing himself to be spit on.
Don't do anything stupid. Gin warned himself as his butt was slapped multiple times by Hollows. Just keep your head down and get it over with. Gin looked up in time to stop from running into Aizen's back. "Give all these nice people a good show." Aizen whispered into Gin's ear.
Gin rubbed his bare chest, running a thumb over each nipple, caressing his lower abdomen. He closed his eyes as he heard whistles and drunken shouts. "More!" The crowd gathered closer to Aizen and Gin, but Aizen held them back. "He's mine." The words rung out in Gin's head as he touched himself lower, slowly getting his penis to a semi-erect state. He was now property- he was a nobody that deserved so little that he starved often. He wondered if this was how it was going to be for the rest of his life.