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• 7:59 PM • Luke's house •

and so that's where he stayed, for what felt like hours

Bound by handcuffs

And he had abandoned the idea of struggling any further

He felt weak

He couldn't stand up to Luke

And Luke would never stand down

Timothy was almost at the point of passing out while standing when the click of the door sounded.

Fear overtook him as he stiffened up in hopes not to peev his captor.

Luke watched Timothy for a moment as Timothy's head craned toward him.

"Hungry, darling?"

Luke asked, tapping the fork to the side of the plate.

Timothy went to deny his hunger, but his stomach growled in response.

"Yes,"

he barely whispered, shaking as he did so.

In no way did he enjoy doing what Luke wanted him to, but if it meant getting food

then so be it.

"I have steak, baby. All you gotta do is ask nicely,"

Luke said, starting to smirk.

Timothy felt his tears prick at his eyes as he trembled.

"Please?"

Timothy croaked, gripping the chain of the cuffs.

Luke chuckled as he stabbed his fork into the steak that was a tad over done.

Luke put the fork up to Timothy's mouth.

Timothy hesitantly took the bite, scowling when the taste of burnt food filled his mouth.

"Something wrong, darling?"

Luke asked, feeding Timothy another bite.

Timothy endured the foul taste and continued to eat the food given to him.

"No,"

he whispered.

Luke smirked and continued to feed Timothy.

"And its all gone,"

Luke said after a few more bites.

Timothy clenched his eyes shut to force down a complaint.

"See you later, baby."

"No don't leave me down here,"

Timothy pleaded.

"Please."

Luke chuckled.

"Sorry, darling, but this is a punishment."

Timothy struggled for a second in childish anger before slumping and starting to cry.

"Do stop struggling, baby, I don't like how your wrists are bleeding," Luke advised.

"Then take them off,"

Timothy barked.

Luke turned on his heels and walked up the steps.

"Wait. No, please no."

The basement door slammed. Timothy started to sob

his body shaking with each one.

He just wanted to go home.

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