(Trigger and smut warning)

(1629 words)
Dan POV

~Flashback~

When I was younger my dad lived with us and we had a normal life.

When I turned three my parents started fighting but my mother's family was very religious so they couldn't get divorced.

They bought my dad his own house across the street and I would switch nights at their houses but when I turned five they started the abuse.

Neither of them really wanted me so they tried many ways to get me to run away. All they did was make me too scared to leave.

My mother didn't like to look at me so she often sent me to my father.

My father hated me with everything he had. He beat me and threatened me, when I made a friend he would threaten me with their life. After I stopped making friends he would threaten to rape me and worse things.

A normal day in my life was a normal person's hell.

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I woke up at 5 am sharp as trained and went straight to the bathroom. I hadn't had to stay overnight at my father's yesterday but I had been sent over there for a few hours.

I took my concealer my mother had gotten me and tried my best to cover up the cuts and bruises.

The concealer was the most expensive thing I had gotten and I had learned many tricks to covering up my injuries. No one at school could know about them.

After covering everything I could, I walked downstairs and took the small granola bar and apple for lunch.

I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door at 6 am. The bus would come at 6:40 giving me time to do homework.

I often left to early so I wouldn't have to see my mother but in the winter I often couldn't stand the cold for more the 30 minutes.

At the bus stop I finished my homework as other kids were showing up to the bus stop. They all started conversations with others but not me.

The bus came soon after and we all got on.

I always sat alone and was completely silent.

We arrived at school and I went through the day. A few people would yell insults at me and push me around, but it was nothing compared to my parents.

When school was finally over I went directly to my bus and got on, sitting in the normal seat.

It took a while for the rest of the kids to get on but I still had time before I needed to be home.

The bus finally started moving as everyone started their conversations.

I sat alone and observed everyone. The bus pulled up to my bus stop at 3:20. Plenty of time to get home.

I walked at a faster pace than everyone else but I didn't want to be home I needed to be home. (If you can call it a home)

I arrived at my mom's house at 3:27, she was waiting at the doorway for me.

"Alright Daniel, go do your chores and come straight to me when you're done."

"Yes ma'am." I mumbled as I scurried off. If I did everything well enough she won't send me over to my dad's. I couldn't imagine what it would be like if I didn't do any of my chores,

I cleaned the entire house and started cooking the dinner that was planned for tonight.

I made two normal sized servings for my mother and a small serving for myself. I could only have a cup of food a day. I had to physically measure the food in front of her so I wouldn't eat too much.

I rang the dinner bell and my mother walked in. She told me how much she wanted and watched my measure my own food.

I set her food down at the table and held my own in my hands. She was much nicer in feeding me than my father was.

"I noticed you made enough extra for your father."

I didn't mean to but I sadly had I knew the day was too good. I nodded in reply as I hadn't been given a command or been asked a question.

"Bring him the rest."

"Yes ma'am."

I put the rest of the food on a plate and held his plate and my plate in opposite hands.

I quietly left the punishment bag on my back, and walked over to my father's house. I tapped the doorbell with my foot and waited for an answer.

My father opened the door and smiled a cruel smile. "My food has arrived."

I nodded and he let me in.

In my father's house he has different rules. Let me name a few: my head must be down in a respectful manner at all times, I couldn't do anything without permission, when given a task or command I must do it immediately, when there is no task or command I must sit in a submissive position in the corner of whatever room my father is in and wait for direction, I can not speak unless I am given a command or am given permission to talk and lastly, I can't refuse anything that he commands me to do or great punishment will come.

If any rules are broken, the punishment will be decided.

Punishment will happen even if I don't break rules.

He took his food and mine, only to set his own on the table and mine on the floor. He had given me no command to eat so I sat on my knees in the corner of the room with me head down and palms up on my knees.

He finished his food and started eating some of my own. He put the plate in front of me and commanded me to eat the rest.

I ate the few bites and went back in position.

"Follow."

I stood and followed him, I wished he would say more to me than one word.

He took me into the room I was always in. The basement.

The wasn't carpet in the basement and a lot of the lights didn't work. I knew that when ever I was here I had to chain myself so I did. There was a new chain this time so I tried to figure out where I was supposed to go.

I had a chain around my left ankle and this new chain.

My father came over and took the chain putting the metal collar around my neck.

I didn't like the new chain but I couldn't do anything about it.

He took the handcuffs out of the bag and put them on me and tied them up so I was barely touching the ground, the neck chain digging into my skin.

By the end of him tying me up I had on an ankle chain, neck chain, handcuffs, a gag, and a blindfold.

I didn't know what he was going to do and was scared.

I had turned sixteen two days ago and yet I felt like I was way older. On my birthday my father decided the my "present" would be to rape me. This wasn't the first time of course but it had made me more submissive and scared of him. The first time was when I was seven. I didn't know what was happening but I knew it hurt. He didn't like to use anything so it was hell. He first started making me do things to him when I was six. I was scarred at a young age.

Today he beat me first. There was a whip, a baton, and the good old knife.

After the beating I thought I was done, like normal but I wasn't. He lowered me and took off everything except the blindfold. He took me over to the opposite corner and tied my hands to the metal post and he made me sit. He undid the blindfold but chained my ankles to nothing. The chains were connected to each other but I could still move my legs apart if I tried.

I knew what was going to happen as he stripped me of my clothes. He dropped his own pants and grinned.

He put his member in my mouth and controlled me by grabbing my hair. My eyes watered from pain but I didn't make a sound. After a while he took it out and pulled me down with the chain. Quickly he spread my legs and went in. He didn't warn me and I let out a scream which he cursed at. My watering eyes came to a cry but I wouldn't let myself make more noise. He came in me, but didn't seem finished. He got dressed quickly and grabbed the whip.

He whipped me with every insult.

"You whore, you like this."

"You're the reason that I was fired."

"You're a faggot."

"You deserve to die."

"I hope you know that you are what ruined your mother and I's relationship."

He only beat me this badly when I broke a rule and I couldn't wrap my head around when he was doing it until he said one thing and what happened next.

"This is the last time you'll ever be fucked! No one will love you, and you'll never see anyone you know ever again!"

I didn't know what he meant until I woke up from a four day coma.

One of my teachers reported my family of abuse and my father had found out. He knew that he was going to be arrested and beat me into a coma.

That was the day I was put into the hospital.

~to be continued~