Colt quickly learned that if he wanted to stay alive, he would have to be silent at all times and obey his Daddy without questions. Kyng walked into the caged room, sat on a chair, and stared at Colt as he sewed a shirt.
“Do you think that cut on your eye will scar?” he asked with a triumphing smile. I nodded to him, but his hand slammed on the table.
“Yes, Daddy, it will scar, the doctor said it would.” Colt rushed to say, and Kyng sat back down smiling.
“Now that’s what I like; a submissive wife. You know I have a good idea. Let's go,” Kyng locked a chain around Colt's neck and led him out of the caged room.
Kyng took Colt to a dead-bolted door, then set him down on a stool across from his covered machine.
"Okay sweetie, this is your new toy. I made it just for you, and you're go
