Thread: Save Me With Chains (IWishxFuzzy)

Whack! Damn you! How many times do i have to tell you not to do that? It was the same words he had heard over and over again. The same punishment each time. It was a never ending cycle. He'd do everything he was told to do and yet, the bastard beat him anyways. There had never been a kind touch, never a kind word. It was always harsh and painful. In some way's Mishka had grown to like the feeling of a whip against his skin, for the simple fact that it was attention he was being given. It was the only kind of attention his master had ever shown him. I'm sorry Mas- His head snapped to the side as he was hit right across the face, stumbling as his hands went to his face. His lip was cracked and bleeding now. The sight made those blue eyes haze over for a moment, pain radiating from his cheek and lip. Did i say to speak! Now he was shouting. I told you not to speak in public. I'll have you cleaning the bathroom floor with your tongue if you so much as say another word. This time Mishka did fall to his knees as the chain attached to his collar was pulled harshly. His knees slammed into the pavement, making him wince but he didn't dare peep. Those this only seemed to piss his master off all the more, a foot coming out to hit him right in his ribs. Mishka couldn't hold it in, crying out as his hands slammed against the pavement as well to catch himself. I'm sorry please! Please! He was begging now, only bringing on his masters wrath even more. Shut the fuck up! another blow to the head, causing Mishka to grab it and bend forward to try and protect himself. It was like this every day. Especially when his master was in a bad mood. Today was the worst yet. Usually once he was down he'd get bored but today he wasn't stopping, even going as far as to kick him over onto his side on purpose, just so he could kick him in the stomach. From this position he could see people walking by, only giving him small glances before continuing on their way. He was nothing more than a slave. Mishka was certain that if his master asked someone to come over and help him beat the shit out of his slave they would take pleasure in it. That was how society was now, especially in such a rich side of town where humans were bought and sold like dogs. Mishka was one of the unlucky ones. He had been poor and the only way for his family to get any money was to sell him off. At the time he had been a good age, old enough to work and do everything that was required of him. He first came to a woman and man that treated him nicely, gave him things and pampered on him like they would any dog but a few years later they sold him to this man. Even now he didn't know why. It had to of been something he had done. Please! I will do what ever you want me to do! Just please! Stop! Another hit had him coughing, arms going around his stomach to protect it now. This was getting out of hand and he could feel himself starting to slip into unconsciousness but he knew how dangerous that was. He had to stay awake. Blacking out wasn't an option with this man. If he did.. he'd just kill him. He knew it. It wouldn't be the first time someone had done it, right? Because if a slave passes out because of such a thing it meant they were weak. Having a weak slave around was worthless. Better to put them out of their misery. So as the darkness set in he could feel tears slipping down his face, hoping that he would wake later.