The broken boy

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WARNING DO NOT READ IF NOT OKAY WITH VIOLENCE OR s****l CONTENT 

Zander POV

That night, I laid awake on my bed. For some reason I couldn't stop thinking about that boy. Even with his brown hair coving his eyes, I saw the dark circles beneath. It looked like he has not slept for days. His chapped lips. One side looked swollen. His voice... was modulated and soft. I can still hear it in my mind. The way his jaw muscles tense as he clinched down on his teeth. The way he looked out the window during class. I wonder what he was thinking about.

*Ding*

Suddenly pulled out of my thoughts, I looked see who was texting me.

Kyle POV

"Please.. Ms. Janice, I can't stay for detention. I won't be late again... Please"

I can't get detention, I don't think I can handle another beating so soon....

"Please... I am sorry Ms. Janice"

"If you keep this up, I will have to call your gradian and have a discussion about your behavior!" Ms. Janice said coldly.

I instantly shut my mouth and started to walk towards my seat.

My left eye is still throbbing from being punched this morning. As I closed my eyes to ease the pain, I stumbled over someone's shoes and plumbed on to the ground.

Adding more pain to my already aching body. I wanted to scream but I clenched down on my teeth instead.

I heard laughter. trying my hardest to hold in my tears. I forced myself to get up using table next to me for support.

I just need to make it to my desk...

I sat down trying not to think about how much trouble I will be in when uncle Dave finds out I have detention for the next week.

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Slap

"What were you thinking!"

Dave grabbed the boy by his shirt collar and threw him against the wall. Making the boy fall down, he was shaking , tears running down.

"I'm sorry... please... I am sorry It wont happen again... please"

After another few kicks to the boy's chest which resulted in the boy rolling up in a fetal position holding himself on the floor.

 Another few more kicks Dave before stopped.

With a disgusted face, Dave pulled the boy up by his hair and dragged him to the basement. The boy tried to stop, but it was no use, Dave was a lot stronger and started to punch the boy over and over again until the he went lump and was dragged like a rag doll. 

He sat the boy on a chair and tied each leg to the leg of the chair, he then tied the boys' arm behind his back making sure to put it extra hard causing the boy to scream out in pain. Then he wrapped the rope binding the back of the chair to the boys' chest and stomach, again pulling it so the rope dug into the boys flesh. When he was done, he stood back and admired his craftsman ship before walking away from the crying boy.

It had been a few hours since Dave left, the boy had stopped crying, he had nothing but fear.

Dave had decided to call one of his buddies over, he guided a man over to the boy and proudly presented the boy.

 The boy had been shaking violently since Dave walked in. He watched Dave and the man talk and the smerk Dave had on his face. 

Dave then proceeded to grab the night stick from the table and smash it onto the boy's left arm. The boy let out a painful scream before being smacked for being loud. He was then hit again on his upper thigh and then again all over the boy's tied down body. He then gave the stick to the other man whom did the same, his first swing was harder then Dave's hits, when it landed on the boy's chest, he couldn't hold in his cries anymore. He was then hit again at the same spot, this time the boy felt like something broke in his chest as sharp pain shot through his body. He begged and begged for to stop. But he was hit again and again, it started getting difficult to breath. 

When it finally stopped, the boy felt a new kind of pain, a shock. He flinched each time he felt the electric rod in Dave's hand contact his skin. He tried to move away but he was bonded to the chair. His struggle had made the rope go even deeper into his skin. 

When it finally stopped, the boy prayed it was over. But his prayers were not answered as he watched the man giving Dave a wad of cash.

Dave walked over to the boy and whispered in a threatening voice, "if I find out you misbehaved, your punishment will be worse then what you are about to get right now. do you understand?!"

The boy just nodded his head. The boy bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from making any noise, he had learned that begging only bring him more pain. He watched Dave going up stairs before looking at the other man in the room. 

He watched the man walk up to him with a strange metal contraption and started to shove it in his mouth. This metal ring forced his mouth open into a circle. The boy started to droll, he couldn't wipe it so it just dropped down. He was slapped for drooling. Then slapped again. When the man stopped slapping the boy, he unbuckled his pants and shoved his dix into the boys' mouth that had been forced open. The boy tried to pull away but it was no use. 

This made the boy gag, he had never done this before. But that didn't stop the man from harshly thrusting him self into the boys mouth.

luckily the boy haven't eaten in 2 days, so nothing came up from his dry gagging.

The men released himself a total of 3 times into the boys mouth forcing him to swallow each time. The boys' mouth was dry and his throat was in pain but he was restrained and slapped every time he pleaded or made a sound.

On the third time the man pulled out, the boys' head fell down, he had lost the will to resist what happened to his body.

The man grabbed the boy by his jaw. Making sure the boy was looking at him, he stared into the boys eyes and said "Don't be like that, the fun has just started, I paid for the entire night"

Upon hearing that, the boy didn't know what to think, he didn't think he could handle another minute, let along an entire night.

Zander:

Mom: Hey honey! I have some great news! Your dad got another job in Maz city! I will send the Plane first thing in the morning! Get some rest! Mr. Walter will come help you pack tomorrow morning.

- Love mom and dad.

Zander threw his phone across the room in frustration of constantly having to move.