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Shattered

Don't Try to Fight the Storm, You'll Tumble Overboard

When I woke up, I found myself lying on the floor, a long piece of chain looped around my neck and tied to a lock on the wall. My hand immediately went up to my throat. A cold breeze reflected the sinister mood of the entire house. Around the brightly lit, huge living room were two couches, a couple of chairs, an assortment of plants and flowers, a TV pushed to one corner, and a fireplace on the opposite wall. I was chained to a lock near the fireplace.

It would’ve been a normal house, if it weren’t for the multiple hooks against the walls. They all mirrored the one I was attached to. I could only swallow down a gulp at the poor souls that were trapped here, just like me.

No one was around, so I told myself to calm down. Listen to what Wrecker taught me. The fireplace was unlit, and sunlight streamed through a window with blinds half drawn. A couch obscured part of me if I had closer back against the wall. Maybe the cover could be used to my advantage. A hallway led from the living room to the front door and a set of steps to the second floor.

A creak alerted me to someone nearing. Dropping my hands from the rattling chain around my neck that weighed down my shoulders, I looked up to the figure coming near me. He had tousled brown hair, slightly big eyebrows, a bit of a mustache, and brooding eyes. I studied him, the way he moved. There was an arrogance in his step, a dominant look that shadowed over him.

To be honest, it was scaring me.

“What is your name?” He asked me gruffly. Something was clutched behind his back. Did I really want to tell him my name? Something came flying out of nowhere as I hesitated.

A whip mark ran across my face as I yelped in surprise. A flash of pain shot through my nerves as a trickle of blood ran down my face.

“You will answer me faster next time. What is your name?” The man stated simply. I took no time to answer this time.

“Kynder.” I responded. No pain shot out this time.

Oh how I wanted to fight back, to make his face bleed.

“They say they got you off the streets, someone unbroken. You’ll learn quickly in this house or suffer the consequences.” The man grinned. The teeth turned to fangs and I saw not a man but a monster in his place. I said nothing for fear of another whip. The silence was brief was stinging.

“My name is Miles, but you will call me ‘sir’ or ‘Master’. I will give you orders and you will not disobey, or punishment will ensue. You will be submissive or I will break you, understood?” He asked.

“Yes.” I responded simply. This earned a jerk on the chain that choked me and whisked the breath out of my throat.

“Yes, what?” he growled. I responded correctly this time and he grunted his approval. Standing up, I watched him leave. The black stick with a hard leather was tucked into his back pocket. A drop of blood was on the green carpet.

As much as I didn’t want the punishments, I had learned one thing on the streets: Never let anyone have power over you. Show them you cannot be pushed around and are somebody. That’s what will let you live.

But with Miles, I didn’t know about this statement. It would be a long time being here.

Three hours later, I was starving. The sun was starting to die outside. Wherever we were, it was growing darker. My stomach growled. The last meal I had was about two days ago with Wrecker. Although I was accustomed to going a few days without food, I was starting to reach my max of about three and a half days.

Miles came back. I sat cross legged, looking up at him. He untied the chain, holding the end in his hand. I took one look at it. I wasn’t some petty dog that would run away!

“I’m not some dog, you know.” I spat at him. Miles look taken aback for half a second before raw fury came over his face. With a jerk of the cold chain links, I was forced to the ground where multiple whips were lacing my back. The pain was unending.

“You will not treat your Master like that!” Miles barked roughly. The whips ended and I looked up from my crouched position. It took all my will to not cry tears of agony. Even on the streets, I wasn’t tortured like this! With another jerk of the chain, Miles forced me to stand on my feet.

Or should I say, my Master forced me to.

“Yes, sir.” I mumbled. Another lash flicked my shoulder. What did I do now?!

“Speak up, Kynder!” He commanded. I repeated it louder this time. The man didn’t say anything.

“You are to clean out the fireplace. Sweep the ashes and throw them away. I want it spotless.” He commanded, taking the chain leash off, but leaving the collar on. I started to reach up to it, but a hand slapped my face so hard I took a few steps back.

“If you touch your collar, I will force a worse punishment upon you.” Miles threatened. I nodded weakly and went to sweeping the ashes. It seemed like an impossible task, trying to get it all organized. My mind raced with possibilities of escape. Maybe the front door would be unlocked. Possibly I could climb through a window. My alley runner mind raced through all options.

Thirty minutes later, the ashes were bagged and gone. The fireplace was as clean as it could be. Miles came back in to inspect it. I just never wanted to see this place again, I wished for anything but here as the angry gaze fell upon my work. I wanted Wrecker, I wanted the streets, I wanted my parents and my job.

“Please, I just want to go home.” I whispered. Uh oh, had I really said that out loud? Maybe Miles hadn’t heard it, but it was far too late. The Master whipped around and took my neck in both hands, squeezing it hard until tears poured down my face and I felt blackness coming towards the edges of my vision. He was screaming in my face, using his nails to draw blood from the back of my neck. Through the noise, I couldn’t hear him.

Thrashing around, I felt the fight slowly fade out of me. Blacking out came within seconds.

Waking up, I heard the crackle of the fire. It was blazing hot outside, even for the middle of April. My brain couldn’t process why there was a need for a fire. The fire iron seemed to have been left in the middle of the flames. The tip glowed red hot.

As I blinked my eyes fully open, a foot flew out of nowhere and landed a swift blow in my ribs. More yelling ensued as I was dragged by my neck towards the fire. The chain rattled and pulled me against the wall.

Why was this happening to me?

Miles took the chain in his left hand, the red hot poker in his right. A tight knot formed in my stomach. He didn’t say anything as the rod was brandished in front of my face. With a squeal of terror, I stood flat against the wall.

“This is what you get for disobeying orders!” Miles shrieked in a demented joy. As the fire poker neared me, I caught it and tried to get away. With a sharp tug of the chain, I was forced forward. The red hot iron burned a hole through my shirt and was pressed against my flesh.

It was the absolutely most agonizing experience I’d ever had.

The red iron was the devil, gnawing away through my flesh and searing the skin black. I screamed at the top of my lungs until my voice was sore and then kept going. I couldn’t jerk back from the tug of the chain against my throat. The blood touched the burned area and kept causing me more intense pain. It was if the life giving liquid was starting to boil at the touch of the iron. Literally, I think it was boiling! My entire body was sent up into an inferno, although the fire poker was only on one part of my skin.

Sudden release of being choked allowed me to jump back. The burn was right on the left side, by a few ribs. If he held it any longer, it would’ve melted my flesh to the bone. So this was what it was like to be “broken”.

I hollered in pain and sobbed, laying on the floor. Miles drenched the tip of the iron in water, letting out a shrieking hiss. Miles continued to yell at me for being incompetent, alley trash, and a bunch of other insults. He punctuated the sentences with a collection of bruises on my back. I’m sure my skin wore a hole through his boot by the time he was done.

Through my tears, I barely heard him walking away. Curling up, I longed for something cold that would cool the continuous inferno in my side, but the chain was locked up tight. The fireplace died down in its cackling laughter as the night wore on. My sobs never ceased.

“If I HEAR YOU CRYING OUT ONE MORE TIME, I WILL BURN YOU AGAIN!” A voice screamed from the back rooms. I held one hand over my mouth, willing myself not to scream out from the pain of the sobs that wracked my body.

I barely lasted a minute before I hiccupped. Knowing Miles, he probably heard it. Footsteps rushed out of the hallway and stormed to my spot. Hands were on my neck in an instant. I hated the feeling. I hated when he touched the sensitive spot on my neck because I knew he was going to choke me until I passed out.

My wind pipe was squeezed shut until a headache wracked my body. I kept struggling, kept bawling out until I was forced to fall still. The cruel man threw me against a wall, my head cracking against the plaster. As he cursed me out for the third time today, I felt the whip strike me over and over.

Somewhere between the eighth and ninth hit, I passed out.

Notes

What do you guys think of it so far? Please don't be silent readers! I anxiously await feedback for what Kynder is going through!

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Comments

*so off topic* IM FROM UTAH C:

@DoOmKiTTy95
Awww I'm glad you loved it! It's too bad that it had to end, but I wrote a prequel. I haven't updated it in a while because I have to finish some other stories first, but it'll get done, I promise!

i finished this entire thing in two days <3 honestly i didnt want the story to end

@Chaos'sWolf
Thanks! I will probably message you later. I'm excited!! :D

@sadieluna
Aw I'm really happy that you like my stories! :D Thanks for reading them and taking interest in them!! You really should request a one shot and message me about it because no one has been requesting one shots lately and I have some good ideas for them!