A hand caressed the boy's cheek as his lips kissed down the boy's chest. The boy stared at a spec on the ceiling, his mind elsewhere. There was no emotion, no life in his eyes. All of it had been sapped out of him years ago. He struggled at first, believing there was hope of escape; believing that he would go home soon. But where was home anyway? Even if he did find it, who would be waiting for him? Everyone he knew was dead. So was there a point in fighting? The boy learned that his "Dad" had no interest in hurting him; he actually preferred to keep the boy as pure as possible. The boy's looks had kept him alive this long, why not take advantage of it.
"Be a good boy for daddy" the man cooed into the boy's ear, nibbling gently.
The boy unbuttoned the man's pants, knowing all too well what to expect. This was the worst of it. All he had to do was block out the pain until it was over.
"Good boy~" the man purred as the boy went to work on his dick. He grabbed a handful of red hair, pushing the boy's head down further. Tears welled up in his eyes as he choked down the man's dick.
Through a series of moans and groans the man finished, watching intently as his seed covered the boy's face and chest. The red head stared at the floor, his dead, red eyes fixed.
"See, Sasori-kun? If you're a good boy Daddy won't hurt you." The man headed towards the door, looking back. "I think I'll keep you a while longer." He closed and locked the door behind him, turning off the lights as he left.
Sasori had just begun to doze off when he heard screaming from down the hall. It was a feral scream, one an animal makes while being slaughtered. What was going on? Sasori sat up in bed, staring at the locked door. Was his master being attacked? Had another Daddy come to take him away? Whoever it was, nothing was going to change.
"Sasori! Sasori! If you can hear me, say something! Make a noise!" A man's voice called from down the hall. It was drawing near. He could hear set of heavy footsteps getting closer and closer. Sasori sat in his bed, silent. He wasn't sure if he could trust this stranger, or if he was just another man looking to take him "home." The footsteps stopped outside his door, followed by muffled voices. It wasn't long until they had broken in, flashlights frantically searching the room until they landed on him. A second woman came running in, stopping as she stared into Sasori's eyes.
"Sasori?" The woman hesitantly approached and kneeled down. "Is that you sweetie?"
Sasori crawled out of bed and walked over to the woman, his blanket wrapped around his frail body. He nodded as his name resonated in his ears. The woman hugged him tightly as she reassured him.
"You're safe now. That man can't hurt you anymore."
"Am I going to a new Daddy now?" Sasori's voice was small and barely audible. But in the silence of the room, the man and the woman both heard him. And neither knew what to say. They had no idea just what this poor boy had gone through, nor did they really want to find out.