chapter1
A light skinned young man stood in a kitchen. This young man had curly golden hair, and hazel eyes, and was very thin. He wore nothing but a very long white t-shirt that covered his whole body. There were purple and blue brusies all over the parts of his body you could see. Which was mostly everything. Bite marks and a fresh black eye from the night before, when he had jumped when his 'master' had surprised him with a kiss.
The young man had a heavy chain around his left ankle, since the beatings didn't seem to work after he had tried to run away so many times. The chain was meant to slow him down if he tried to run again, which actually worked the last time he had tried.
The last time he ran from the house was after punching his 'master', when the man had pushed the boy onto his bed and began to kiss and touch him. The man did not stop. Even after the boy pleaded and screamed. The young man had just sent his fist to his 'masters' face, and when the man was down, the boy took his chance and tried to run one last time.
That was two years ago.
He had been caught by his master the last time he tried to run, and the man had choose to beat the living hell out of the poor boy. Breaking a broom stick on his face with one hard strike. He was then punched and kicked till he couldn't walk. He couldn't even breathe without some part of his body hurting.
So he gave up on trying to run after that and decided to live with his 'masters' every wish.
'Cook for him. Clean for him. Shower him. Make 'love' to him. Even when his 'master' was pissed for no reson, this young man was meant to be stress relive.
"Spencer!"
The boys head shot to the living room, then to the kitchen wall clock.
His 'master' was home early. The young mans eyes widen. And dinner wasn't done yet.
The young man quickly got to his knees and folded his hands on his knees.
"Spencer?"
His 'masters' voice was in the kitchen now.
"P- please f-forgive master. I-I didn't know you be h-home early." The young man gulped and shut his eyes waiting for the strike.
His 'master' scoffed. "Sure you didn't." The man looked at the stove. "What's for dinner?"
Spencer raised his eyes but not his head to his 'master'. His master was a handsome man. He had dark hair and blue piercing eyes. The man was well built, with light abs. He could easily kill the skinny boy with his bare hands.
"Y-you said y-you wanted beef stew, 'master'. That is what I made." Spencer answered.
The man stared at his slave. "I changed my mind. I want some roast chicken."
Spencer eyes widen and his mouth slightly dropped. The last time this had happened, his 'master' got mad when dinner was late and Spencer had gotten some bloody brusies and spent the night sleeping in the back yard.
Spencer took a deep breath. "P-please f-forgive me 'master'. But it'll take all night to restart to dinner. The chicken is in the freezer and it takes hours to just to defrost. And-"
Spencer gasped when he was slapped on the face.
"Don't talk back to me boy!"
Spencer gulped. "I-i'm s-sorry, Master." He whispered.
The man stood tall and glared at his slave. "Don't you dare." He growled, when he saw his slaves eyes water up.
Spencer couldn't help but only be more scared at the mans tone. And that only caused his eyes to water more. Spencer tried to hold his mouth shut. But his 'master' saw right through.
The man began walking towards the slave.
Spencer pushed himself backwards until he was sitting on his behind. He shook his head.
"Please Master! I'm sorry! No Master!"
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