Danny's POV
The air in the room was thick, tasting like copper and the expensive leather of the belt that was currently marking my skin.
Every time the buckle hissed through the air, I felt a jolt that shouldn't have felt like anything but pain. But I was a mess, a walking, breathing disaster of a boy, and my body was singing a different tune than my brain.
"I own myself," I muttered, my voice cracking, my forehead pressed against the cool glass of the full length mirror. I could see my own eyes wide, red, and hazy.
Thwack.
"Who owns you, Danny?" Chadwick’s voice was a low, bark right against the shell of my ear.
"I... I own myself," I gasped again, even as my knees buckled. I was lying. My body was leaning back into him, my skin screaming for the very thing that was bruising it. I
