The broken boy

Is it over?

WARNING, DO NOT READ IF NOT OKAY WITH ABUSE, r**e, ETC WARNING

1 month after being punished for telling his teacher 

The wooden stick had not been used since that night.

The broken skin on his frail body had started to heal from the wooden cane but it was covered in welts and bruises from his uncles belt and daily beatings.

Kyle was locked in the basement after that night. He didn't fight back or beg, he felt nothing. His mind and body is broken. He cried him self to sleep in the corner of the basement on the cold cement floor.

His uncle had gone downstairs to kick him with his steel headed boots, whip him with the belt, hit, punch, smack, and r**e him every night for the first three weeks he was in the basement and occasionally throw him a piece of bread and a bottle of water if he "performed", which consists of him begging for mercy and sucking his uncle off until he was satisfied.  Every time his uncle left, Kyle is usually left curled up in a fetal position and crying mess. Sometimes with c*m on his face or different areas of his body, sometimes dripping out of him.  

But the last few days, his uncle stopped coming, the food stopped coming, he had to licked the drops of water from the leaking pipe to help his thirst but without food, he is slowly getting weaker. The darkness that surrounds him is growing. He is fine with this.  In death he can get away from this abuse. Maybe in death he can see his parents again... does he even want to see his parents anymore? he felt disgusting, he has started to hate himself. 

Every time his uncle made him beg for a stale piece of bread, beg to suck that man off, pretend to want to suck him, beg to be beaten, refer to himself as a worthless s1ut. He hated himself more and more. He didn't want to... but he was so hungry. His uncle only feed him every few days, and each time was a piece of bread...

Kyle sat with his back and head leaned against the wall in the corner of the basement furthest away from the door. He was tired, hungry, and cold. Yet, he also felt a strange sense of calmness.

The shirt he had on was now ripped into shreds and thrown away by his uncle. He had been in the same pair of shorts for the last month.

When the basement door opened, He bit down on his jaws and hugged tighter on to his legs. The calmness was gone, the anxiety in his body grew as he watched his uncle get closer and closer until he was standing inches away.

"Miss me?" his uncle bent down and spat at his face, Kyle just looked at the floor and continue to hug his legs. This made his uncle mad, his uncle yanked Kyle's head up using his hair so they are looking eye to eye.

"look at me when I am talking to you!" his uncle shouted into his face.

Kyle just closed his eyes, he just wanted it to stop, he wanted all this pain to stop.

He knew closing his eyes and ignoring his uncle was going to get him punished, but he didn't care, he doesn't have the energy or will to do anything anymore. He was just going to accept his punishment and let him self slowly fade into oblivion.

But then he felt his uncle grab him by his arm, painfully then precede to drag him up the stairs. He followed but he was confused, what was going on, where are they going...

His uncle roughly threw him on the hard tiles on the kitchen. He landed on his side, again waiting for the impact that never came. He then saw a piece of bread land on the floor in front of him. slowly he used the little force he had, he reached with his right hand to grab the bread. He hadn't eaten in 4 maybe 5 days. when his hand touched the bread and was about to grab it, his uncles boots stepped on both his hand and the bread. He screamed in pain, but the force of the boots prevented him from retracting his hand.

"what do you say when I give you food, you disgusting piece of sh1t, looking at your pathetic form makes me sick"

"ahh... tttthhank you sir" kyle managed to say through the pain of his hand.

His uncle seem to notice this in his voice and stepped harder on his hand, digging the heals of his shoe onto kyles pinky.

Kyle screamed at the sudden pain in his pinky, realizing his uncle must have broken it. His uncle then opened the fridge, grabbed a beer, and started watching TV in the living room like nothing happened.

Kyle retracted his hand and looked at his pinky, It was In an awkward position, and it was painful. He held onto it until the pain slowly subsided, then he reached for the bread again and shoved it down his mouth, he didn't realize how hungry he had been. He used the wall to help him up from the kitchen floor, was he free again? Was the punishment over? after a month of torture did his uncle finally think he had enough? 

one thing he knows for sure, he will NEVER tell anyone again...