Thinking about being punished for trying to escape my captor.
I would struggle and try to run off once they opened the door to see me, pushing them as hard as I can out of the way and dashing off, of course I wouldn't go very far, they can easily grab me and punishment start the second they have their hands one, punching me on the stomach taking the air out of me, it's one, two, god knows how many blows before I'm on the floor trying to cover my stomach and begging them to stop.
They would drag me all the way back, the pain making walking a difficult task, they would tie me down, completely defenseless and start hitting me again, probably grabbing a whip to make sure to mark my skin with this punishment. I would cry and sob and beg them to stop, promising I wouldn't do it again, saying that I'm sorry that I was wrong, that I'll never ever escape again.
"of course you won't escape boy, you didn't even have a chance to leave this place, your attempt was pathetic and only served to make me mad"
The punishment seems endless and I can barely shake or flinch because of how much pain I'm in. Then the twisted part begins, my captor would untie me, drag me to the bathroom and take away our clothes.
"now I want you to hug me, I'm going to clean you up"
I know I don't have a choice, and I'm too scared to test what will happen if I disobey, so I wrap my arms around them, leaning on them to keep balance while breathing slowly to control my tears.
"Gods look at that, your stomach is turning into a ice shade of purple, and all those red lines on your skin... The water makes them sting right? That's it, just lay your head on my shoulder and let me clean you"
From now on their words are soft, their hands caress my body, cleaning me up and avoiding pressing on the new bruises, this softness works to soothe me a bit and I can't help but cling to my captor.
"that's it, see? It's so much better when you obey me right? You're so cute, shaking like a leaf and with a red face from crying"
They would kiss me and hold me close, whispering comforting words, praising me for being good and relaxing on their arms.
"now let's go to bed, all that running must've made you tired. I'll sleep with you today"
They dry me and we both go to bed, they hold me close, caressing my hair. I start crying in pain, clinging to them for some sort of comfort, maybe if I look pathetic enough they'll give me some painkillers.
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