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"What is this?" Master shoved the frame into my chest, with a few glass shards attached, piercing, and cutting small incisions in me. He grabbed at my bloody-gauze covered wrist and dug the sharp of his fingers into the three-centimeter deep slits. I bit my lip in pain, trying as hard as I could to hold back anything more that a cringe. Master paced forward swiftly, the sharp of his fingers still digging into my flesh. The walls seemed to cave in as Master rushed me down, a winded staircase, and torch-lit hallways. As he dragged me along, I couldn't scream, I couldn't cry, could only follow. The shards in my chest seemed to cut deeper as Master darted forward, and I cantered behind.

"I give you my home- my trust, and you turn- away from me. This behavior is Unacceptable." Master uttered between breaths, as we came to a large door. My three-centimeter deep cuts were at least twice as deep, and twice as wide now. Master turned me around to face him, and smiled sinisterly, he could tell there was deep fear in me, the gauze that bound my wrist overflowed with blood now. He pushed me up against the door, and finally relieved my wrist, but clutched my neck as I tried to turn away, severely shaking, feeling overexposed.

"Enjoy you're punishment..." Master tore a long piece of cloth off of a curtain nearest me, and tied my wrists together, tightly, very tightly, and shoved me into the room.

Gloomy echo, dark, drippy, dungeon. Nearly empty. Lonesome.
I unfolded the crumpled picture of the Boy. This has already gotten me in so much trouble, though, I didn't want to stop, "I'll never want to stop, I should've just done what is best for me. I should have thrown this photo away long ago," I told myself, urging myself to rip the photo in half, then fourths...but I couldn't.

"Long lost words, whisper slowly to me. I Still can't find what keeps me here, when all this time I've been so hollow inside. I know you're still there, I know you're still with her..." I told myself gnawing at the cloth around my wrists, and shuffled to the center of the room, and tried to find a spot where the light fell through most, for warmth, while loosening the cloth that banded my wrists enough to slip off. I carefully took the stabbing shards out of my chest now my hands were free.

"Your heart is pounding in my head... I haven't forgotten you." Again I cried out to the Boy, never with hopes he'd hear me, that was impossible, and a few tears formed at the insides of my eyes. My whole torso felt as if everything entangled itself unto something else, and the tears kept coming. I laid down on a medium-sized, tattered rug I found in a rather large crevice-like shelf in the wall, and wondered, if only he could hear me until I'd fallen asleep.

About three hours later, I awoke, finding a small plate of biscuits already half eaten by roaches, purposely left for me. My wrists had been re-binded, though this time, not nearly as tight. I turned over to my opposite side, and saw boots, black boots.
I sat up quickly, and bowed my head, "Hello, Master," I said shakily, praying it in the back of my mind.

"Don't act so blameless," He yelled in disgust, and circled me, stepping on my photo, as he did so.

"This boy you don't even know-" I wanted to cut him off there, I wanted to defend My Boy..."I know him more than you know!" I would have liked to say, but held my tongue.

"This boy you don't even know isn't welcome in this house, Nor. In. Your. Heart." I shuttered as he yelled at me, and gulped out of fear, and nervousness, again.

"Now," he paused kneeling behind me and running his hands from my wrists, to my shoulders, as I cringed, "I've decided, this time you wont get off so easily," he smiled I could feel it, and I closed my eyes as his hands ran coldly, down my front.

"I'll just have to take away something you cant get back," He whispered, it was clear what he meant. I felt sickly, as a rush of cold came over me. I wanted to scream for help. I wanted to tell him no... but, I didn't. Frozen with fear, and widened eyes, my throat choked up, and tears came non-stop.

Master forced me down, underneath him, and tore away my rags. He pulled me in and I was disgusted with myself. I tried fighting back, but his hold held tightly against my attempt to break free with my wrists still tied...........

He finished, and I lay there, fully broken, still in shock with what had just happened, I hadn't a clue what I should do, no point in running, the damage was done, he'd already had his mirth.

"Teach me, he said, teach me the ways of caring nature and teach me the feeling,"
I whispered to myself, quoting him, His arm once there to protect me, but now, as the photo has aged, he has moved on...

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