There is no point to being afraid anymore. There is no reason to feel pain, anymore. I am no longer worried about what might happen to me. I have no thoughts of my own, and I have no reason to do anything for myself anymore. When someone takes over your life, your body, your mind, and your soul, you become no one. Your identity is gone, and you belong to someone else. It is a new concept to me, but I'm learning fast and every day it gets easier. Well I'm not sure if it's been a lot of days but definitely two, maybe three days have gone by. Maybe four. Regardless…after the first time someone takes advantage of you…rapes you, you learn fast. He says to do something, you do it. He tells you to keep quiet or tell you he wants to hear you say you love him, you do it. Otherwise you are hit. Otherwise you get thrown and tossed onto the floor, just to get an even worse beating. I've always known I'm a fast learner.

Because I've spent almost every waking minute with Louis since becoming his prisoner, being alone in a huge room with no means of entertainment, is worse than what he's done to me. I guess that was his plan all along. To get me attached. To get me dependent on him. He's succeeded. Waking up to an empty bed, an empty room made my heart sink. Was it something I did? Said? How could he just leave me alone in a room, with nothing to do. I actually stayed in bed for a while unsure if as soon as I got up, I'd get punished. But my stomach growled, and I had to pee. It was the first time stepping off the bed, by myself, without being grabbed or pulled. Usually, since he brought me in the room, if I had to go somewhere, if I needed something, he had a hand on me and was right beside me. But now, my feet were on the ground and I was standing on my own. I hated I had no clothes and I was cold, almost all the time, but again, you learn to keep your mouth shut about little things like that. For some reason I walked quickly into the master bathroom. I didn't want to take the chance of upsetting him so I went to the toilet fast and peed as quickly as I could. I was going to go straight back to the bed after I flushed, but as soon as I did, I turned and saw myself in the bathroom mirror. I had bruises and a few cuts on my face, but they were healing and didn't look as bad as I thought. If I had my choice, I wouldn't have any wounds or bruises. Not that I had a choice. My neck was definitely bruised because he liked to hold me there. As he had sex with my unwillingly body he liked to hold me down by my neck. Auto asphyxiation or something. It wasn't my favorite. My favorite thing to have done to me while someone was having sex with me, mostly by James, was to be kissed on my neck, talked to sweetly, and most importantly have someone look me in my eyes, and tell me they loved me. Not just because I was a "sexy, good boy" as Louis put. But that wasn't the point. It was how my body looked, bruised and battered, and how astonishingly accurate I felt compared to my body. I felt bruised and battered. And I looked it.

I didn't look at myself long because a thought occurred to me. As I stepped out into the bedroom I saw the bedroom door. I ran to and grabbed the handle, only to be let down, quickly. It was locked, of course. I should have known that. But seeing as how I ran to the door and had a glimmer of hope made me happy to think I might actually be okay. But scanning the room before walking back to the bed made that hope diminish. There was no TV, no computer, no phone, no outside light in this room at all. The windows, were literally boarded up by 2x4's. There was a dresser a bed, and a desk that had a small lamp on it. There is a light over head the bed, along with a fan, that has been on since I first was thrown into this room. Without being able to communicate with the outside world, I had no means to even fight anymore. I mean I didn't a while ago...because I've been violated but now, knowing exactly what he was doing to my head and my heart, it was easier to give up.

I think I waited for a solid two hours before I heard a key in the lock on the door. I got back on the bed and pulled the blanket over my body and when that door opened, I pulled the blanket up higher on me and tighter. I watched Louis shut the door, locking it again and slip the key into his pocket, but when he started to get closer to me I looked away lying my head on my knee. He sat next to me, making me close my eyes. A hand went on my bare shoulder making me tense up even more, but I remained quiet and unmoved. "I had to go into work this morning. I had taken too many days off. And apparently…there is a quiet a witch hunt going on, looking for you." I opened my eyes slowly and raised my head staring at his face. He rubbed my back and smiled small. "The associates I hired to take care of…that obnoxious thorn in my side, failed. Someone spoke up about the fact that two of my employees have gone missing in the past week or so, and I am now a suspect." I swallowed hard watching his smile fade and feeling his hand tighten on my shoulder, to the point of hurting. "But believe you me Logan. No one is going to find you. And no one is going to take you form me. You are going to learn to be with me, and if not you know I have ways of making you. Now…" He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, quickly. "Why don't you get on your hands and knees and turn that beautiful ass up to me." I looked down quick at the blanket covering my body and somehow, by the grace of God, I found my voice.

"Would you ever kill me?" He laughed quietly beside me and leaned down kissing my temple. I closed my eyes hard and clenched my jaw shut.

"Not on purpose my sweet." I opened my eyes and stood up off the bed, pushing past Louis hard. I turned to him and saw a look of annoyance spread across his face. His shirt was off and he was slowly working on taking off his pants.

"Then I want something."

"Excuse me?" I swallowed hard and gracefully covered my exposed soft dick.

"I said I want something. From you." He sat on the edge of the bed slowly and nodded along. "I want some clothes and…and I want to know that James is okay, and he is not hurt." It was as if someone a lot stronger than me, was talking for me. I know it seems pointless to demand things from this kind of man, but something weird was coming over me. "You can do…whatever else to me. But don't…" I stopped seeing him stand up. That was all he did fortunately. "Don't you hurt James." He chuckled quietly again and looked down, at his belt which he continued to take off. When it was off from around his waist he looked up at me and smiled big. In two long quick strides he was in front of me, wrapping his brown leather belt around my neck. Tight. SO tight he managed to push me back into the wall by the dresser and push me up pushing his knuckles on his right hand into my Adam's apple. His other hand held around the belt, tightening with every breathe he took. I closed my eyes hearing a chocking noise come out of my wide open mouth. I pushed on his strong body hard, but it wasn't helpful.

"Who the fuck do you think you are demanding things from me?" His voice was low and very scary. I opened my eyes and locked eyes with him. He automatically softened and loosened the belt around my neck. I coughed out loud and tried to push him away still but my hands were grabbed and the belt that was around my neck, was now around my hands getting tied tight. "The only reason you get hurt, and I make you cry, is because you let it happen." He spun me and shoved me face first into the wall. He kept my bound hands down in front of me but got my legs spread. I closed my eyes and laid my head on the cool wall. "You don't give a fuck about James. This…" He one again shoved his large dick inside me, without a warning or any kind of prep. He didn't go slow, and he go soft. He pushed into me so hard, my hips smacked into the wall making the experience even more painful. I cried out quietly but it went unnoticed as he grabbed a chunk of my hair. "This is the only cock you are ever going to have, do you understand me? Forget about James, and forget about being anything more than a piece of ass for me, because that is all you are. You are worthless and fucking disgusting." He was nonstop pounding into me and whether it was true or not, it felt like something was running down my inner legs. Like maybe…blood. He's done it before. He's been so rough and hard, he's made me bleed so this wouldn't be the first time, but I wasn't going to complain about it. Not now. "If you ever talk to me like that again, if you ever grow a fucking spine again, it will be the last thing you do. You only open that mouth of yours when I want to put my dick inside. Understand?!" He thrusted once more inside me, harder than before making em cry out loudly, close my eyes and make two tight fists. He shoved my head hard into the wall while still pulling my hair and after a few more thrusts, hitting onto my prostate roughly each time, he was grunting, groaning and spilling his seed inside me. He kept inside until he was completely done and when he was he pulled out, let me go causing em to the fall to the floor while still on the wall. I curled my legs up to my body and tucked my head down crying out loudly. "Get the fuck up and clean me off." I yelled out, without knowing why because it was pointless. "I said get the fuck up!" My hair was grabbed again and he tilted my head up. His other hand pried my mouth open and just before he shoved his dick in my mouth I closed my eyes and prayed he would just kill me already.