The Puppeteer Part 3

The Puppeteer -meeting him

Zylen

A sixteen years old boy, who lost so many things and left with almost nothing. He was ripped apart from every happiness and smiles he should have deserved.. a prisoner to his own life

And now another chapter of torture had started. The beatings, ropes, blind folds.. the brutal sex

His crying was ignored and treated like a funny humour as pain teach him all over again and again

It never took long enough for Zylen to wish he was dead again. He wants an escape desperately.

He keeps forcing himself to remember the face of his child to keep his faith in living just for a little bit more..his innocent laughter, the small hands.. that beautiful eyes and pure smile.

Another lashes reach his torn up skin and he scream "Aarghhh!!"

He will meet him.. he will meet his child if he stand this, he will go back and reunite with the only soul he had. The only soul that remain .. a single small soul that will care about him..

..soon..

..so soon..

"Ng!- Arghh!!" He moans in pain when another men penetrate his swollen hole, banging him like he wants to break him

..baby..

..baby..

..I want to see you..

"Gak-! -a.. ahh! Urgh! Ng- ahhh! Ahh!!" He heard his own moans screams again and again..and the laughter.. The sorrow is eating him in his half alive state..at this rate he knows he will be haunted for his whole life..

..hurt..

..hurt..

Zylen passed out for so many times..and finally he woke up to hear nothing but silence. He was left alone on the cold floor. The blindfold is still attached to his eyes.. he can't tell where he is..

He was hungry..

He was in pain..

He was cold..

He was scared..

He cried longing for his child, longing for someone to take him out from this cruel sunking world he's falling into.

..and no one is there to help him. The voices reached him again..

"Whore"

"You are born to be a prostitute"

"Zylen.. the slut"

"You deserve all this pain Zylen"

..I'm not a slut..

..I don't want to do this anymore..

..I don't want to be a slave anymore..

..please..no more..

.. please..

..please..

When he was too tired of crying and hearing the voices.. he fall asleep.. another nightmare welcomed him.

He dreamt of the events of pain, like it was only yesterday, everything felt so real, the moment he was separated from his mother..sold away by his own father..the moment he was dragged home by William, ripped apart from the Connels family, how he was crying in fear and sadness, anger, begging to be spared, begging for freedom he deserved..as he was beaten mercilessly, dragged into hell. He saw himself cleaning the house, looking at himself in the mirror.. the ugly, broken, destroyed child. Nothing but a mistake.. nothing but something that must be destroyed.. the nightmares makes him cry and he had suffering moans in his sleep.