"Well, well, well. So this is my new slave!"
"Let me out of here! I'm not a slave! What the hell are you talking about! How did I get here! Take me off these chains! You're gonna be in so much fucking trouble!"
An electric shock goes through you. There is a slight collar around your neck that he has attached to you. You are chained to the wall.
"You are in no position to be giving orders, BOY. Now, your training will begin shortly. I hope you are broken in soon, because i want to use that pretty ass of yours."
"You're fucking sick, dude! The authorities will come for me!"
He laughs, chuckles at your own naivete. He blows cigar smoke in your face and you cough.
"Boy. You are thousands of miles away from your home. You will find this compound is surrounded by pine forest for hundreds of miles in any direction. There's no escape for you. You're mine now. You're my property."
An electric jolt seizes through you. It hurts more this time.
"I think you'll find," your new Master says. "That in time you'll become a very willing slave. A very good slave. All the other boys have become very good slaves. You'll see. In time. You'll see." He comes in close and gives you the slightest kiss on the cheek. "Don't be scared," he whispers. "This is a good thing. It's good I found you when I did. You were on the streets. This way you have a nice home and a purpose. To obey my and my every command." He fondles your crotch without warning. "Mmmm. Yes, I'm glad I chose you. You're a delicious little slave, aren't you? Oh and if you're hungry, I'll bring you some dog food. You are a dog now so you'll be eating like one. I'll see you soon, Dog." He says that last part so casually you blink, wondering if you hallucinated it.
The thick iron prison door slams shut. You gulp.
Surely this can't be forever, you think.
But you're wrong, because it is.
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