Destroy Everything

.13

I set my new kitty down on the rug, letting him wander around. I hadn't decided on a name yet, but I had a few ideas. Between Fronzilla, Castiel and Dexter, I couldn't choose. I bopped the fur baby's head before standing up and facing Chris. He stood there like a soldier with his leather covered hands linked in front of himself.

"Care to tell me why you thought it would be a good idea to-" He cut himself off. "I just don't even understand why you'd think... never mind." I watched as he took a step closer to me and gritted his teeth together. I stepped away until the back of my knees hit the couch and I fell. Chris towered over me, his eyes filled with rage.

"I can't even think of a decent punishment that would translate how mad I am." He hissed rather calmly. My body shook. A sharp slap was delivered to my face, almost as a warm up for what would come next. Chris let out a growl, holding his head tightly in his hands as he gritted his teeth together.

"Go to the bathroom and fill the tub." He hissed, pointing in the direction of his room. I stood quickly, scampering off and following his command. Over the sound of running water, I could hear plates being smashed violently. they all had a certain tone to them as they shattered against the tile floor, the sound vibrating through my ears. There was a moment of silence before the stomping of feet. I looked down into the tub, shame consuming me.

"I don't know why I still love you." Chris barked, grabbing me by the back of the collar and forcing my head underwater. I gasped for air helplessly. I couldn't help but inhale some of the liquid, pain instantly taking over my chest. With that, I was pulled from almost drowning, my face dripping as i sputtered and coughed. Before I could fully catch my breath, I was bent over the side of the bath again. With Chris' free hand, he spanked me roughly, my hips slamming against the porcelain vessel as I began to lose control of my body. I was forced to sit up once again, followed by being thrown to the floor. My soaked hair created a pool under my head as I continued to hack up both my lungs.

"Strip." I was ordered, trying to lift myself up just enough to undress. My whole body felt like dead weight, the only feeling under my skin being a excruciating ache. I honestly looked like I was outside in the rain long enough for my clothes to get drenched.

Chris dragged me to my feet by collar, pulling me to the side of his bed. He let go of me quickly, my body crumpling at his feet, diaphragm still spasming and heart still pounding. There was the jingle of keys, the pop of a lock, and the thud of my choker falling off of me. I looked up at Chris as he put my old restraint on me, the chain holding me to the immovable anchor behind the bed. Our eyes clicked for a second, but that ended when he kicked me in the side a couple of times and left the room.

Warm tears ran down my face as I choked on my sobs. I tried my hardest to block out the world, covering my head with my arms. I shivered violently, my ribs and spine quaking. At some point I stopped crying, just laying there and thinking.

"Ricky?" I heard someone ask. I looked up to see Mike staring down at me, completely confused. I couldn't help but shrivel up into a ball, trying to hide myself. Mike grabbed a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around me. He sat me in his lap as he began the tedious process of trying every key that was stacked on a ring. Eventually the weight fell from my neck and I was set free.

"Could you explain something to me?" Mike questioned, not giving me a chance to really respond. "If you're Chris' slave... then why did you go to the ceremony with Devin." My eyes widened with the assumption, my jaw dropping as I searched for something to say.

"I'm not a slave." I stammered. I knew I was just chained to the wall, but it's not like I was forced to clean the house or something. Mike melted with sympathy, patting my head carefully. He hugged me close, pecking the top of my head.