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POV:

Young boy (to be named later)

It's always so dark in here. There isn't much light at all. I feel alone, trapped, and tired of trying. There are other children here. I think there is.... I don't know how many anymore. I've been here for so long, but how long? I really don't know. I moved my left ankle; the rattling of chains reverberated through the dark room.

Occasionally you would hear whimpers and moans. My stomach twisted itself in knots. It growled like the roars of the ocean when I was younger. My ribs poked out through my skin that was as thin and pale as a spider's freshly woven web. My once white hair was now a grimes brown fro all of the dirt. It was caked with dirt, cum, and blood. I'm sure I smelled disgusting, but I could no longer smell anything in this room.

It was better that it was like this because when Master would return moans of pain and pleasure would be heard. Blood would be spilled again and again. One right after another until he had filled them up with his foul liquid. All of our nails were trimmed nearly down to the quick. This was to ensure that we wouldn't scratch him with our filthy young bodies. Very rarely would we bathe.

Master's favorites were always treated better. When he returned he would make sure that we were bathed and our hair was clean and brushed. If we were really good we would be allowed to have a meal afterwards. It was the best we could get. It would usually be a ham and cheese sandwich with some chips and juice.

Otherwise we would only eat once every two days. Most of the time it was a watery broth with few vegetables and so called "meat". Only the new ones would refuse this as it seemed gross. It was in the beginning, but it was the only thing we could have. They would refuse to eat until their small bodies couldn't last much longer. He liked us weak, so that we would not be able to fight him off. Some would even die after their first time with Master, as their small and weak bodies couldn't take it.

The door squeaked open. Everything else was silent; we were all scared because we knew what would happen next. We all sucked in a breath. Footsteps were audible with the lourd clanging sound echoing. I shivered, please tell me he didn't bring others again. Please, if any gods are real please don't let them hurt me!

The last time that happened eight of the others died after being rammed by three other men. Nothing was ever consensual here. If you fought them you would be tormented and if it was severe enough the would just let you starve. We would hear the rats picking away at their bodies, even if they were still alive. If you were not strong enough to fight them off you would succumb to them and be eaten. There were always rats to keep you company, but they were probably the most dangerous.

My terror became more prominent as the foot steps became closer and closer. I hugged my legs to my chest. Please no, not again. Please! Soft cries could be heard once more. The fear that everyone was feeling made them try to protect their fragile bodies. I heard liquid spilling onto the stone floor. Someone wetted themselves from fear. The stench wasn't nothing new as there was not any bathrooms. We were all stuck in our own waste.

Light flooded my vision. It stung my eyes, so I clenched them shut. The bright lights continued on sweeping through the room.

"Don't worry we aren't here to hurt you." Said a female voice. "It will all be okay. We are here to save you." She continued gingerly in a soft tone as if she was coxing a child. A few cries erupted from the room.