'Since Robin has gotten here, I've regained the hope I had once lost when watching that unnamed boy lose his humanity. I have not yet become that boy, and I don't ever plan to.
Robin has given me a reason to live now, so I can meet his family and friends and he can meet mine. I want to experience his unforgettable personality outside of these brick walls. I want to be able to see the sunset again. I want to smoke a cigarette again. Most importantly, I want to see the gang again.
This hope gets me through these painful days and horrifying nights.'
Nights like these Tim always comes down to 'play' with his toys. These nights are usually the coldest and darkest ones.
Just on cue, Tim ascends the stairs with a candle in his hand and a smirk on his face, never failing to make him look like a panther stalking its prey.
Once he walks to the corner the boys were lying in, Tim takes a deep breath, then speaks
"Tonight you will show your gratitude to your master, little ones"
Robin and Ponyboy exchange frightened looks before assuming the stance Tim makes them be in every time they 'play', on all fours , kneeling with their chests to the floor, forehead against the dirty cement.
The sudden sound of metal on metal make both Robin and Pony jump in surprise. They dare not look back though, because punishment would be imminent.
Cool cuffs grace Ponyboy's wrists, once they are locked, another pair are secured onto Robins wrists. Robin moves his head to the side so he can look to Pony, the younger did the same.
Seeing the look in Robins eyes, Pony knew that a kind of torture was about to ensue.
The kind Satan himself would deliver to the damned souls that were confined to the depths of hell.
The only difference was that these two males did nothing to provoke such violent acts, they were innocent of any serious crimes.
The only 'man' in this place guilty of anything, was Tim Shepard, because he had done this before you see, and none of the boys and men who entered this hell ever came out alive.
In fact, Tim kept Ponyboy for the longest time he had ever kept any of them. Ponyboy was special, a part of Tim's past that he could not erase.
The first time Tim saw Pony he instantly knew that the youngest Curtis brother needed to be his, in every sickening way imaginable.
This realization made Tim spiral out of control. This was when he took his first and second victim, two brothers that came from Chicago. After them there were 7 more men, of all different ages and races, only 2 things they had in common, male, and a thin athletic frame.
Once Tim had gotten Ponyboy he had felt so proud and accomplished. The minute they entered his little 'play room' he took Ponyboy's first kiss, first fuck, his first everything.
