Chapter 8

Night forest

A wolf watched at the edge of the tree line as a man made camp for the night.. He could see as he moved to the back of the wagon, he was lifting something of it. Then he saw that it was a small brown - haired child. The child was emaciated, so terribly thin even from the distance that the wolf was at, the wolf could smell a horrible smell. The smell of death.

The smell of death was all over the child.

But the child was not the worry of the wolf, the man was. For weeks he had been watching the man,taking in his routine. Waiting for the chance to kill this man. Tonight was not going to be that night, the man would not leave himself open, not tonight. The wolf watched as he placed protection wards all around on the trees. These wards were spells that would only allow the user to pass through. It was like a electric fence.

The wolf looked into the boy's eyes and could see the dull dead look in them. The spirit of the boy was obviously long gone. As the man started to undress himself and the boy, the wolf had seen enough. As he turned his sandy head away he had connected one last time with the boy's eyes and he could see a plea in them. A plea to end this.

The wolf turned fully and left the boy to his fate.

Numb was all Will felt as his body started moving under his owner's touch. As the master started to have his fun as he called it, Will's mind wondered a way. His life since coming to this place, had been hell. The boys that had come with him that day, had died in the first few weeks they had been there. The abuse on him and the others was beyond the normal.

They all shivered with cold and fear in the small stone room that they were allowed to sleep in. When he would allow them to sleep. They were only fed enough to keep them alive, not enough to restore their health or strength. Once he had seen what he looked like now in a mirror and what he saw had haunted his dreams. He saw a thin, ragged boy with matted brown hair and dead looking eyes.

But that was weeks ago when he still had a little life in him. Now he wanted it to end. The only thing that did keep him alive was the memory of a man. A man with dark hair that was greying, of the loving feeling he got when this man entered his mind. Of the little cottage by the edge of the woods. Now he saw the sandy wolf that was leaving him alone with this monster.

Soft keen came to his mouth as the wolf ran off.

As his owner sucked, nipped and licked at him, Will was seized by an uncontrollable fit. But even as his body shook and trembled, his owner was still jamming himself inside of Will. Will's soft keen turned into a moaning, to a deep shuddering cry from his soul and torn with agony that only one person could cure.

He was a hollow shell of the boy he had once been. As his master delved in deeper, thrusting like an animal, Will cried out calling for the one person he loved, the monster came in him and Will could tell he had fallen asleep. Will tried to move but he found his movements stopped by a hand on his member and his owner's that was still buried deep inside of him.

A tear slowly rolled down his check as he fell asleep himself. In his dream he was a wolf, a chocolate brown one, running towards a darker brown one. This wolf loved him, all of him. This wolf suddenly turned into a man that looked younger than the one who had in his dreams before but it did not matter all that mattered was that he was loved and he loved.

Then he was running again except that he was now the darker brown wolf and the sound of his four paws, One - two three - four, One - two three - four. The sound was comforting better than any sounds he had heard in some months, and the love he felt in this great wolf's heart, he wished for a love like that.

Then suddenly he was in a man's arms. He looked up and saw the same man that he had saw before, the one that was the darker brown wolf, and when he spoke it was with a voice he knew, a voice he had heard before.

"Will hold on!" The voice had said desperately.

Will could tell he was fading, his grip was loosening. Just then a name came to his mind and somehow he knew that it was this man's name.

"Halt, I will wait for you" Will whispered and as soon as he said that he felt stronger. He could feel his owner starting up again in the outside world but in here he was safe.

Panis Rauly was enjoying himself, pushing in and out of the dead dumb animal that this boy had become. He just mutely accepted anything that came his way. He could do anything he wanted, he could even hit him and he would make no attempt to stop the blow or to fight back.

As his moments became faster and still faster he plunged deeper inside the cold boy, earning himself a soft moan. The child's body gave him absolute pleasure as the only two parts, that warm now were, the part that he was thrusting into and the part he was stroking in time with his thrusts. As he finally fully came he placed a jar under the boy as he came. The life force that was stollen from the boy shimmered and shone from the boy's heart - full cry.

It was this force that Panis's master wanted, why he did not know. All the boys were milked for him, not saying that he and his men did not mind what they did to these boys. Not that the force of this boy's milk had been collected he left the boy to sleep it off.

In his mind Will breathed easier, the pain had stopped. He heard Halt talking to him but now he could not listen. He was too far away, his breath was gone and with darkness closing, his body was shutting down, he was sure he was dying but at least he was now free.

Far away but coming closer all the time, the dark brown wolf howled in pain and stepped up his pace. He hoped against all hope that what he felt now was not true because if it was he knew he could not go on. It would feel as if something was missing, for when he was connected before he had felt the boy's spirit slip away.

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