It was a cold and gray morning like so many others, as the sun hid itself behind the depressive layer of clouds and the wind pounded against the windows. In the background you could hear the birds twittering in the tree tops.
I was sitting observing a blackbird who chopped the ground in the search for food, after which it flew proudly and freely up in the air with a worm in its beak. The birds outside the big window in the bedroom was free to fly wherever they wanted. Freedom.. I envied them. My freedom had long since been stolen from me as I was trapped here with a sick pervert against my will.
I spent the majority of the day by the big window, studying the world outside the building. I loved to study the birds outside, watching them digging for worms or looking for materials they could use to build nests, to see the wind make ripples in the little lake outside in the garden, to see the bees work intense as they collected pollen into their hive. But at the same time I hated it! I hated it because it reminded me of how imprisoned I was.
I decided to walk over to the bed and lay down, after having observered the world outside for a couple of hours. I hadn't got much sleep after last night's punishment and I could still feel how sore my entire body was. My legs still trembled under need me and my head felt like it was about to explode. I let my body land on the bed with a huge bump. The feeling of the soft pillow against my head was smothering and I could feel myself getting drowsy. I pulled the sheet up to my chest and led my heavy eyelids close.
But it wasn't for long that I could enjoy the peace of being alone, as the big wooden door opened shortly after and a dark shape came into view. It was my owner.
"Get up." the man said coldly.
I shivered at the sound of his cold voice, that didn't have a single hint of compassion. I knew what he wanted from me.
"Screw you" I said with a harsh tone of loathing in my voice. I knew it was stupid to speak against him, I knew it was stupid to talk back to him, but I would never let him tame me. Not him, not anybody!
"You just never learn do you?" the cold eyed man said while slowly taking of his shirt and unbuckling his belt.
I knew what would happen now. The same thing that happens every time he comes home. I should just accept it and do as he told me. But I couldn't do it. I wouldn't do it!
He walked towards me and placed his knees at the edge of the bed. "come here" he said demanding.
"No" i said. I knew that i didn't really have a choice here, but i wouldn't just do as he pleased with me! I threw the covers off me and set of in a jump towards the door.
"Oh no you want" he said and grabbed me at my wrist in the same second and pinned me to the bed with my arm twisted around my back and smashed my face down the bed.
"Let me go you fucktard!" I yelled in pain and anger. Even though it's been like this for over 1 year, I'll never get used to it. "fucking let me go!" I tried to kick him and shouted as much as I could muster.
"Why should I stop? I own you, so I can do whatever I please with you" he said heartless.
"You don't own me! Nobody owns me! Im not a goddam object!" I screamed, tears forming in the corners of my eyes from the anger. I hated him! How could he just se other humans as some kind of tools? That he could just take whatever he wanted to and claim it. He sickened me.
"Why do you always fight like this huh? You should have learned by now that you can't escape me, and you're little friends aren't coming to save you either, so why can't you just give up?" he said more commanding than asking. He placed his free hand at my leg and let it wander up my inner-tights. He placed a couple of fingers up under my boxers and started cherishing my butt. He tightened the grip at my wrist that was twisted at my back, and continued exploring my ass with the other. He pushed the fabric aside and placed two fingers at the entrance.
"S-stop it" I whined. I tried to push myself forward to get away from his touch witch only resulted in him tightening his grip around my wrist.
He rubbed his fingers against my entrance, putting one finger slightly inside and pushing it slowly back and forth. "As tight as always" he said with a smirk on his face, adding another finger. He now brutally shoved them inside, making me unintentionally lift my ass higher in the air in an attempt to get away. He twisted his fingers as he trusted them hard and uncontrolled into me.
"Nhh, p-please stop it!" I begged. I didn't like to demean myself like this, but it hurt like hell and I just wanted him to stop.
I was surprised when he removed his fingers. Had it worked? Had he actually listened to me for the first time and realized how much it hurt?
Seconds after I breathed a sigh of relief, I realized that it wasn't his intention to stop. He climbed the bed, still holding a tight grip around my wrist that was twisted around my back. He pushed it down, making me unable to move an inch. It was an embarrassing and painful pose, with my face and upper body pressed against the bed, and my ass lifted up in the air.
"N-no! let me go!" I shouted with panic in my voice. I knew all too well what would happened now, and I never got used to it. No matter how many times he'd done it to me, I always felt scared.
He gave me a slight slap on the ass and smirked "nice view."
"Fuck you bastard! Let me the fuck go!" I couldn't take it anymore. After the earlier nights failed attempt to escape this old man and the everlasting punishments. It was just too much for me to handle anymore.
"Can't you just give up already?" the old man sighted, with a pinch of anger in his voice.
"No, I'll never give up! I'll get away from here one day!" I didn't really believe that it would actually ever happen.. I had tried to escape like a million times, and all of them failed. but I still had a tiny hope that my old comrades would find me one day. I didn't know if there were still looking for me, after all it's been 1 year now.. but they were my last hope. I putted my faith in them.
"Tsk, seems like someone needs to be taught some discipline." The man said with a cold voice that had no trace of empathy in it.
He took a firm grip at my sore hips and placed his swollen dick at the entrance, pressing it slightly inside. He pushed it back and forth only a couple of inches very slowly, he did this just long enough for my body to relax just a tiny bit, thinking that it wouldn't hurt as bad as the other times since he was suspicious careful. But the second after, he shoved all the rest hard and violently inside, making me groan loudly.
"Hah, you thought I would be gentle with you? Don't be stupid."
He trusted hard and uncontrolled into me, making painful moans escape my lips by each trust.
He pulled out and loosened his grip at my sore wrist so he could turn my body around making me face him. He tied my wrist to the cupboard and grabbed my legs, as he lifted them up above his shoulder and placed his swollen dick at the entrance once again. He now took a firm grip at my hips and lifted it a little, making him able to trust all the way in, making my back arch. It was really painful and I couldn't hold the tears back anymore that was fighting to escape and I let out a loud scream. I tried to get away from him, but my body was paralyzed from the pain. He kept a fast and violent pace, giving me no time to recover. The pain was unbearable and I could feel my sight getting blurry, as I was about to pass out from the horrible treatment he gave me.
When suddenly the big windows was smashed in and shards of glass where shattered all over the floor.
"What the fu-" the old man didn't get to finish the sentence, before a boot had fusion with his head, making him fall face first down the bed and onto the floor. The boots owner landed numerous hits at every inch of the old man's body, making him groan in pain and spitting blood. The man who had clashed throw the window kept going as if his goal was to beat the living shit out of the old man, until he didn't move anymore, passing out from the injuries he had gotten.
My world stood still. Was this really happening? Was I … was I really found?
A man stood raised above my owner, with a foot victorious on top of him. He's short dark bangs blew in the wind, coming from the shattered windows, the dark green cape on his shoulders fluttering heroically in the wind, with the well-known symbol of freedom on the back. He wasn't tall but he had a huge aura surrounding him.
The short man walked towards me as I was still frozen to the spot, not able to comprehend what had just happen. He took out his blade and quickly cut of the chains that shackled me to the bed.
I knew this man all too well. And I had never been so happy in my life to see those steel gray eyes looking at me, reaching his hand out to me and saying;
"It's time to go home, brat."
"After all this time, I'm still a brat, huh?" I said as tears formed in the corner of my eyes and I couldn't help smiling relieved, realizing this wasn't a dream.
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