This is a short chapter...but it will be worth it in the long run, I guarantee.

"Yes, slave, take this cock!" Taker shouted as he pounded Speedy's hole incessantly. "Yes! Yes! C'mon, take - this - COCK!"

Speedy bit the arm of the chair hard, his eyes shut tight. The pain was too much for him.

God, please end it, he pleaded in his head as Taker rode him like a wild horse. Please just let me die.

"Yeah!" Taker shouted, "I love this sweet pussy! So tight! I'm coming! Ohhhhh fuck!"

Taker came, spewing his hot cum in Speedy's ass. He punched Speedy in the rib cage three times before collapsing on the couch.

"That was sweet, boy," said Taker. "Don't you agree?"

"Yes, Master," said Speedy in a colorless tone.

"You don't sound enthusiastic like the other times when we have unforgettable sex," said Taker. 'You don't even thank me anymore. I'm starting to think you don't love me anymore, slave. Is that it?"

"No, Master," said Speedy in that same tone.

"No, Master," said Speedy in that same tone.

"YPou want someone else's cock in your ass," said Taker, his voice accusatory. "Yes, that's it, you're lusting after someone else."

"No, Master," said Speedy truthfully.

"Well, that's great to hear," said Taker. "Because you're dead if you ever tried to leave me. Now give me a kiss."

Face burning, Speedy kissed Taker on the cheek.

"Good,' said Taker. "Go make me some lunch bitch. And after that, you're going to give me a blow job."

Speedy sighed before he resigned himself to the kitchen.

The holidays were coming up. And the thing Speedy wanted to see more than ever was his family. He missed his sister and his niece and nephew. But he wouldn't see them. Not ever. He was stuck with Taker and even if he tried to escape, Angela would track him down.

He made a pizza pie with garden salad and baked pears for dessert. While he was cooking, Angela arrived on the scene. She had not shown up for a month and life had been great for that whole month, though that wasn't saying much.

"The mailman bumped into me on the way in here," she was saying to Taker, "here's your mail, Deadman. Where's that smelly bean bag? He has a package."

"In the kitchen," Taker said.

Angela's hair was cut short again and she dyed it white blonde. She was beautiful but rotten to the core. She always wore a look of disdain or a sneer as if she considered everyone else inferior to her.

"Hey, Pepe," she said, her eyes glinting maliciously. "Making tacos for lunch?"

Speedy didn't answer. He just continued to cut the lettuce.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, border crosser." Angela said.

Speedy looked up at her with a look of the utmost hatred.

"Don't you fucking give me that look, you spic," Angela snarled. "I'll knock your chimichanga eating ass right the fuck out!"

Speedy dropped his gaze. Big mistake. Angela threw the package at Speedy's head, hitting him. Speedy fell back, hitting his head on the oven's door. He saw stars.

"What's going on?" said Taker entering the kitchen.

"Nothing," said Angela, "Just having a little fun with burrito bandit over here."

Speedy was getting to his feet, holding the back of his head, which hard a large lump on it.

"Well, if you're finished playing," said Taker, "Why don't you come and have some fun with me, baby?"

"Of course, Daddy," said Angela, stroking Taker's chest, "drill me like an oil well."

Speedy watched Angela head for Taker's bedroom. Taker slapped her on the ass before turning to Speedy.

"Listen, just leave the food on the stove," said Taker. "I'll come and warm it up myself."

He got up and went to join Angela in his room.

As Speedy checked the pizza's quality, he thought about how much he hated the both of them. If he could just hurt the both of them, he would.

When he was done with the lunch, Speedy went into his room and opened his package. It was from his sister, Sonya. He tore open the package. It was a photo album. On the album was Sonya's slanted handwriting. He read it aloud.

"To Mi hermano."

I've assmebled for you some pictures that should give you motivation to get well soon,

Anything is possible, just don't give up. I really miss you and hope you're home by Christmas,

Love you so much, xoxo,

Sonya

He felt touched and for the first time in six months, felt elated. He opened the photo album. The memories started flooding in as he looked at every last one of them. He looked at it over and over with a pang of wanting to see his sister more than ever. A tear feel down his cheek. He then got down on his knees and began to pray.

"God," he began, "I've been praying to you almost every night for six months. I really need you to give me a way to get out of this place. You see what it's like, you see what they're doing to me. I want to find a way out of here. I miss my family so much it hurts. I'd do anything to see them right now. Anything. Please let met get out of here."

He got back up after he finished praying. He could hear Taker and Angela still having sex. No telling when they would be done. He decided to go back to the kitchen and tidy up a bit.

If Speedy hadn't known it was him staring back at him in the mirror, he would have thought it was a stranger. His face was badly disfigured. Both os his eyes were swollen and purple, reduced to slits, there were deep cuts and bruises over the bridge of his nose, his cheeks, and on his chin. He had giant knots all on his head. Everything hurt. He felt like he'd been in a car crusher.

"Half an hour ago, he'd been beaten savagely by Taker. He'd left Speedy under the car of Angela, while he ran errands. Angela had been tormenting him all morning and ordered him to make breakfast. He cooked everything deliberately half assed, briefly enjoying the look of outrage and fury on Angela's face.

Until she pushed him into Taker's wall unit.

It seemed like forever when Taker's wall unit and the antiques toppled over and fell with a deafening crash. Even Angela became stiff with fear.

As if Speedy's luck couldn't have gotten anymore worse, Taker walked in the door, saw the mess, deduced what happened and beat Speedy until he was unconscious. That was the first time he'd ever been beaten unconscious. This had to stop. They were not going to continue putting his life and health in jeopardy and treating him like dirt beneath their feet. He had to fight back. He needed to act.