I remember that day as if it was yesterday. The day we met. When you smashed your car into my face and knocked me clean out…heh…I can't remember much after that. I know I woke up and my eyes looked like 8 balls and I couldn't figure out where the white went but I could still see. But I forgave you because I was confused. I was confused and you use me but it's because you love me right? You only kidnapped me to keep me safe right? I sing to make you happy and other things but. You love me. Yeah. You love me.
Stu stood up and ran his fingers through his azure hair, being careful not to bump his cracked lip. It's been a while and he doesn't know how long he's been in the flat but he knows or at least he thinks he's doing something good. He's confused. But he's alive so, it's working. Murdoc, the olive skinned horn-dog satinist, had always been Stu's role model, he didn't think twice about he things he was doing to him. Using him the way he was. Robbing him of his sweet innocence that he once had.
Stu stood up off of the tile and stretched. He had gotten use to the back sores and knotted joints from sleeping on the cold floor every day, but sometimes the pain was just unbearable. Mixing what Murdoc does to him and the sores made Stu's life a living hell. But he wouldn't let it bother him. He has to keep strong, hold in all of the tears because he knows Murdoc wouldn't like it. And he has to give him what he wants.
Stu bent to pick up the near empty carton of cigarettes on the floor and pulled one out. Taking a deep breath he pressed the tobacco to his lips and strikes a match, flaming the end. He took a long drag, slowly, but hard. As he neared the orange filter, he heard the familiar step of the black boots trudging down the hall way. Trembling, Stu stomped out the cig and kicked it to the side.
The door slammed open reviling the choppy grin that's so familiar.
"Aye face ache have you prepared yourself this ones gonna be good." Stu winced and did what he knew he had to do.
His belt was already undone from the night before and he dropped his trousers exposing his truck printed boxers. His pale this shook as he pulled down his pants over the many bruises stitched into his skin.
"Ah there we are that wasn't so hard was it?" Murdoc chuckled and slammed the boy to he ground, hard, jumping on top of him. He leaned close enough where Stu could feel his venomous breath singe the layer of his face.
"Have you been a good boy? Hmm?" He latched the metal hand cuffs to Stu's bony wrists.
"Yes s-sir" his whispered his throat cracking. Murdoc snarled throwing him up to his knees.
"I couldn't hear you what did you say? Have you been a good boy?1?" Murdoc repeated louder.
"Yes sir." Stud said with a little more force this time, it still wasn't enough for the bassist.
"Louder! Say it louder!" He yelled. Stu moaned but eventually shouted out "Yes sir I've been a good boy". Murdoc snickered and unbuckled his black jeans exposing his tightly strung underwear the squeezed his bulge tightly. Stu swallowed and prepared him self for what was to come.