-Sam-
He hasnt came in sense he got the news about his mother, which was one week ago. I'm in the same position as I was one week ago. meaning i'm on the bed and I havent got up unless to use the restroom but other then that I was bound to the hard bed.
I laid there for another ten minutes, before the door slammed open and revealed a drunk man I unfortunately have to call master, I froze in my place squeezing my eyes tightly, hoping and praying that he would forget why he came and he'll leave. But luck wasn't on my side today..bitch his boots clacked on the ground as he approached me and a hand that belonged to him grabbed a fist full of my hair and roughly pulled me up, the roots of my hair supporting my weight. I cried out in pain and I closed my eyes again, a hand was met with my Jaw as he continued kicking me and hitting me. While yelling at me and telling me why he was so pissed
"My mother came today" slap
"She's marrying a disgusting man" slap
"She just came to Fucking tell us that she was taking my goddamn house" slap
By this time he stopped, I had a busted lip a black eye and a red cheek I looked at him and to my surprise he was crying he was actually crying... What was this I was feeling? In the pit of my stomach? In my heart... Then it hit me... I felt bad... Waite!? Why? Why would I feel bad for him? I looked at him again as I gasped.
I have feelings for him....
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Trapped (BDSM) (BoyxBoy)
RandomI was for the first time petrified with fear, as he stared at me with those black eyes and hissed so low I barely heard "Get this cleaned up" I stood there and stared at him unable to move "Is that a no?" He questioned we were practically having a s...
