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ifcrueltyhadaname:

I tried to run.

I know what you’re thinking. Not very smart. But I couldn’t take it anymore. She controlled everything. She decided when I ate, pissed, came… breathed. I haven’t seen the outside of her house in a year. She won’t let me have chocolate. All she feeds me is corn and eggs. I’m plugged all the time, and it drives me up the wall. When she caught me, she didn’t say a word. I was frozen in fear, and I didn’t notice the taser. When I came to, I was tied down. She never said a word, her face cold and impassive. Her expression didn’t change as she smashed my knee to hell. She didn’t speak to me the whole ride to the hospital, not a word the whole time I was there, and for a week after she took me home. I slept with putty in my ears, and my eyes were blindfolded all the time. Whenever I attempted to speak or even made a sound, I got a smack on the lips that shut me up good. My hands were taped into fists and I was to eat from a dog bowl. She didn’t need to do anything to my legs however, she had done quite enough. The blindness and quasi-deafness she’d made me wallow in had made me question whether I was alive. After two weeks of darkness, she removed my blindfold and told me I had a week to come up with an apology that she would find appropriate or she would put me in the basement and I’d never see the light of day again, that I’d find out what being a dog really meant, that I’d have the ligaments in my tongue severed and never be able to pronounce words again. By the end of her declaration, I was shaking in fear. I had no doubt she could do all those things and more.

One week later…

Mistress comes in. She strokes my hair. “How’s my little runner?” I keep my mouth shut, afraid of reprimand. “Speak, I won’t smack you.”

My voice was scratchy from disuse. “Anxious for mistress’s most gracious forgiveness.”

“And do you have my apology?”

“Y-yes..”

“Well, speak, before I start removing the lightbulbs in the basement.”

I was shaking and couldn’t speak. She stalked over and squeezed my knee. I cried out and tears started to well up in my eyes. “Speak!”

“M-mistress. I am v-very sorry for trying to run. I h-hope you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me. I beg your forgiveness.” I was heaving by the end, tears falling liberally.

“That’s it? A week, you had, and this is what you came up with?”

“And I would like a favour from mistress.”

Her eyebrows went up in amusement. “Oh do you, runner?”

“Please oblige me, mistress.”

Sarcastically, she said, “Well, let’s hear what the roadrunner has to ask.”

A few sobs broke out of me before I could get the words out. “Mistress, I would like to ask your graciousness, that should I ever do anything so selfish and abhorrent, that you do more than break my knee. I am yours and you own every part of my being. I am yours to fuck. I am yours to hurt. I am yours to” sob “k-kill. I don’t deserve the kindness you’ve shown me. I should have all my fingers broken and my toes as well. But I know your kind heart and your infinite mercy. That is why you only broke my knee, when it should have been my feet, hands and everything I don’t use to please mistress. I should earn the air that only you allow me to have. I should be gasping for it, begging for it. I should b….” My tears and sobs took over there and I couldn’t continue. I crawl over to mistress, ignoring the agony shooting up my leg. I hug her legs. “Please don’t put me down there. Please.”

A cold voice replied. “Did you mean all those things?”

I look at her and eagerly reply. “Yes, mistress, every word.”

“Liar. But your devotion pleased me. Your hands will remain as they are. I will keep them stumped until you forget that you ever had fingers. But hear me and hear well,” she grabs my hair. “If you ever step outside this house again, disobey me, or for a second doubt that I own you, I will do all those things. All of them. You’ll be begging for me to take that air away. Understood?”

“Yes! Yes. Thank you, mistress. Thank you.”

“I love you, boy.”

“Mistress loves me. All is well.”

@ohilovemymuffinboy Even injured, he is the gift that keeps on giving.

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