Chapter 7

Robbie opened his eyes groggy in another strange place. The room offered no light but his body was not trapped as it had been. His hands explored carefully the surface around him; cries escaped his mouth as the movement made pain surged through his body. From his own best guess, he lay on a thin mattress upon a floor but what laid beyond that was an unknown. Any attempt to move only resulted in screams that pounded off the walls. What had happened to him? What left his body in such a horrid case of distress? Agony covered every inch of his body.

The truth slowly hit Robbie. The first encounter with job that was too good to be true. Tears rolled down his face, it was too good to be true. The first encounter was filled with a fiery passion he had not before experienced. But now it was coldness, nothing but horrific pain and fear. The woods, he had tried to run away. Robbie’s heart sank deep in his chest, but he had been captured. Oh god, that’s what had happened to his body. The beating, the beating it refused to end. The small chamber with the burning liquid, Robbie’s skin crawled. Was this his slow death?

There was one final undeniable thought that Robbie now knew. Whoever he had been, whatever life had once lived; it would never be again. This man had kidnapped him for his own sick pleasure, now whatever those pleasures would be Robbie was left with no choice but compliance. Somehow he had to find that playful fun flogging that he first experienced with the Man or was that person just a fraud as to draw him back.

Robbie shivered, it felt so cold. But with every movement his muscles overwhelmed him with an unbearable burning pain. Robbie searched for that dark place in his mind where the pain ceased to exist, but it could not be found. He had come so far to escape this kind of fate. Feeling defeated as if this was what God had intended for him. Thinking back to his stepfather and the hell he had lived there.

“No!” he cursed to himself he wouldn’t go back there. That place didn’t exist anymore then the rest of his past. Darkness flooded him.

Slave…slave…slave…how the word taunted him! Robbie saw it float in the darkness. A new thought drifted through his weary mind… survive as slave… there had to be a way to reach out of this hole. Slave… what had it meant… what would this Master want from him? What would avoid …. Deafening screams startled Robbie who took a moment before he realized they were his own.

Slaveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee pounded in his brain as he found that dark hole far away from his body…. Slave.


**Three Months Later**

Robbie paced the small cell anxious. He had not seen his Master since that last horrible beating, where He had been was not any of Robbie’s concern as he was told over and over again. But today was the day, Sir had told him today was the day his Master would return. His body had healed but scars reminded Robbie of that night. It reminded it had been real, the pain the experience had been real, not a dark dream. Sir had been watching him, caring for him. It had been a peaceful time while Charlie had been away but it ended today.

Robbie’s heart sank to the pit of his stomach, what awaited him drove him insane. Sir was forever vague a repeat of just be a good boy, your Master will return soon. Slave, yes, Robbie had come to accept it in the darkness of his room. He cried it in his sleep over and over again. When today was He to come? Robbie worried Sir had only said at breakfast to prepare today was the day. Robbie mumbled over and over to himself obey anything just do it.


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