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@♝ Lil' Missy After an initial wave of quivering sobs and quite, pathetic and frankly heart-wrenching pleas to be sent back home were over, Dongwook starting shushing him again, assuring him everything was alright now and that everything was going to be fine. He wasn't sure how good of a job he was doing, because by the end of his attempt at comforting the boy Mishka had started to mumble incoherent things. It sounded like 'I'm not a slave.'. He was at a loss. And clearly failing at this, because he'd starting trembling again. Perhaps he shouldn't have repeatedly asked if he was absolutely sure he didn't enjoy it and that plenty of people enjoyed being whipped far bloodier than he'd been. He may have also mentioned that he dabbled in some whipping himself. Either way, he needed this traumatized bundle of cuteness - Dongwook had to say, he much preferred this version of Mishka to his normal one - off of his hands. He needed to find a gun and shoot himself in the head now before Mishka's daddy did something far worse. "Of course you're not, Mishka. You're most definitely not a slave. Ssshhh.", he cooed and lifted small, broken Mishka off of the bed. .

@♚ Lee Dongwook Can't be bothered to write anything.

@♝ Lil' Missy Dongwook at this kind of stuff. One of the many reason why he had never wanted to have kids. Jesus. Mishka was young enough to be his kid, if he had been a quick daddy. Jesus. . Have way through mentally comforting himself that everything was going to be okay and lacklusterly patting the actual victim on the back, he realized the boy was still gagged. Feeling a little awkward that he'd missed that, he hurriedly removed the stocking, wincing at the very expected out-pour of crying and sobbing that was going to cost him a very expensive new jacket.

@♚ Lee Dongwook Misha visibly flinched when more hands touched him, but his resistance melted away into -still muffled- whimpers and sobs at the familiar voice. Pulled up into a seated position, his small, trembling hands found themselves to the man's jacket, clutching the very expensive fabric so tightly his knuckles turned white. His whole body hurt. He didn't want to touch anyone right now, but he wanted to feel some warmth.

@♝ Taemin @♝ Lil' Missy Dongwook had thought today would be an okay day. He had really, desperately hoped it would be. Yet a few minutes ago he overheard one of his ING USELESS EMPLOYEES chattering about a definitely underage cross-dressing cutie-pie being dragged into a room by a drunk while screaming his head off in protest. They had thought it was funny. play was common in the castle and most employees had their fair of experience getting yelled at when they interrupted the 'play' trying to help. So they had done nothing and moved on. However, Dongwook knew exactly whom they were talking about and he knew for a fact it hadn't been 'play'. Jesus ing christ. The kid had basically just arrived and he was already killing him. Crying on the inside, he stormed down the hallway to the room the guards had described and ripped it open. He almost fainted at what he saw before him. Precious, adorable, oh so precious, important Mishka lying on the bed. Arms tied behind his back, oozing out of his bleeding entrance, shaking like a leaf and covered in lacerations. edy . Dongwook thought he was going crazy. He might as well shoot himself in the head right now. He needed a drink. . Rushing to his side, almost tripping over the corpse on the floor, he hurriedly untied the poor boy and tried to scoop him into his arms. "Mishka... Mishka, it's okay now. I'm here.", he whispered in the most soothing tone he could muster. .

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@♝ Lil' Missy Taemin grabbed his own head that had too many thoughts in it at this moment. He couldn't see or hear much now. It was good that he was already on the floor so he didn't fall far away. He colapsed on the floor, curling on it and falling asleep due to too much alcohol and too much emotions for one day. He was not sleeping peacefully for sure, breathing heavily as his body tried to breath out all that alcohol.

@♝ Taemin Misha felt the familiar feeling of warm seed spilling inside him. Instead of exciting him, it brought fresh tears to his eyes. He heard the man fall to the floor and he heard what he said. His small, wounded body began to shake as more muffled sobs came from him. He wasn't a slave. Misha didn't know how to feel about the apology. Laugh? Scream? Cry harder? He felt violated. Dirty. Vile. He wanted to hide in a closet and scream still his sore throat gave out. Now even the soft sheets caressing the unhurt front of his body felt disgusting to him.

@♝ Lil' Missy Teamin bit on his own lip and moved fast, finishing soon as a drunk man was not able to hold back for long. After inside of the poor boy he pulled away, falling to the floor and just now realising that his face is wet from tears. Well, this is exactly how he was loosing all the people around him. The moments when he couldn't control himself were pushing everyone away. He was hurting everyone. Nothing weird in them running away. He put on his underwear and trousers, barely being able to stand on his legs. "I'm so sorry..." he mumbled, not sure if the boy can even hear him now.

@♝ Taemin Misha barely took note of the man forcing himself inside. He could feel his warm member pushing in and out of him, rubbing his walls, stretching his unprepared hole to a degree that would have hurt. Except everything else hurt so much more. He had stopped resisting completely and just lay there, mentally, emotionally and physically in so much pain he felt numb.

@♝ Lil' Missy When he finally stopped himself he noticed that the other is not fighting back any more. He panted, tired from all that hitting as he climbed on top of the other and after a moment finally managed to put inside the devastated boy. He groaned andstarted moving his hips, not realising that now his own eyes started to tear up.

@♝ Taemin The boy was struggling as best he could, his frightened, desperate sobs interrupted by gasps for air. With all the strength he could muster, Misha kept his legs together. He wasn't looking at the other and he didn't see him reach for the belt or perhaps he would have been a little more prepared. The strikes felt like they rained down on his defenseless, half-exposed body endlessly. His arms, his back, his , his thighs. Everything hurt. Muffled screams, cries and begs for him to stop echoed through the room, drowned out by the sound of leather against flesh. By the end of it, Misha lay limp on the sheets, beaten and battered. Red marks littered his skin where the belt had torn at him. He wasn't making a sound and he'd stopped crying. The tears had ran out.

@♝ Lil' Missy Taemin was loosing his patience. His mind was blury and for sure he wasn't thinking straight. He felt like a crazy man, like a psycho. He let go of other's head, leting him breath, and pulled away, geting next to the other and using all his strenght to spread the slim legs of the boy who, of course, still was fighting with him. He screamed once again, frustrated that he can't just get his pleasure already. He grabbed the belt again and started hitting the smaller's body. He was hitting him many times, not controling himself at all now...

@♝ Taemin Misha visibly flinched at the slap, whimpering, but he didn't falter. The man raising his voice scared him to the point he was almost hyperventilating. He didn't like being screamed, not one bit. The man was frightening and the hand pressing against his head hurt. Luckily for him, the man's screams only made him tense up even more, trembling. He couldn't breath, his cries completely suffocated by the pillow, but he didn't stop, hooking his ankles as he continued to sob and choke. It didn't take long for him to start thrashing under the man, trying to push his head up or to the side. He hated this. He was scared. He wanted to go home.

@♝ Lil' Missy Taemin growled, frustrated as he wasn't able to push in. He slapped boy's hard with his opened hand, leaving a big red mark on it. "You really want to make me angry, don't you!?" he screamed, yanking on boy's hair and pushing it against the pillow. "You like it this way, ? Huh? Spread your ing legs!" He yelled, pushing other's face even more into the pillow, making it unable for him to breath for that moment.

@♝ Taemin Misha could feel a large body lean over him, casting a shadow over his trembling figure. He wanted to thrash and scream and kick and gut the man with a knife. The feeling of his so dangerously close to his entrance made his body tense and his thighs squeeze together. Tears soiled the pillowsheets, his eyes squeezed shut when his face was turned. The normally enticing moisture around the shell of his ear now felt disgusting and his words made him whimper. He didn't want this. He was too afraid to kick the man again, but Misha wasn't just going to let him slip inside. With all his muscles clenched and legs shut tight, there was no way the other was going to be able to push inside him. It just wasn't going in and Misha planned to keep it that way.

@♝ Lil' Missy Taemin took off his underwear, not bothering to take off his shirt. He got on top of the other, holding him down and rubbing his crotch against boy's . He heached out and made other's head turn to the side. He leaned, on his ear for a moment and then placing a short kiss on boy's wet cheek. "Such a beautiful ..." he whispered into other's ear while was getting fully hard. He pulled up and spit on his own hand, giving his own member a few before atempting to push it into unprepared hole of his victim. "Clench your teeth, baby." he said before pushing it.

@♝ Taemin Before he could react, he'd been gagged. Another thing that had never happened to him before. "I'm not!!", he tried again, almost pleading, but what came out was unintelligible and dampened. It didn't take long for more tears to spill, gagged whimpers quickly being replaced by muffled, frightened sobs as the man exposed him. It wasn't his first time, he had plenty of experience. Usually, however, he would initiate. He would seduce older men, his teachers, friends of his father... anyone he wasn't supposed to. Nobody had ever jumped him like this. He didn't like this. He didn't want this. He wasn't a slave! He wasn't going to lie on the bed like a doll while d him. Misha was just about to start kicking, when his back began to throb. He was scared.

@♝ Lil' Missy Every sound of the boy was making Taemin's head hurt a bit more. Something that he always loved, what was the sound of whining and screams, were iritating him now. So he grabbed one of the stocking and pushed it into boy's mouth forcefuly, tieing it on the backof his head and smirking at the sound that was now more quiet and sounded delicious when was muffled. He moved quickly now, ripping off other's pants and throwing his dress up on his head, revealing the nice looking and putting his hands on it. "So...beautiful..." he mumbled, looking at boy's body with drunk eyes.

@♝ Taemin Misha resisted just a little bit when he was brought to the bag, pulling away just enough to show he didn't want to go there, but not enough for the man to get angry again... or at least he hoped. His heart was pounding in his chest, his breathing more than unsteady. He scrambled onto the bed, writhing, whimpering as he was half undressed. He could hear more fabric drop to the floor and tried to push himself as far away from the man as possible. "I'm not a slave", he tried once more, his voice unsteady as he huddled up in the pile of cushions at the headboard.

@♝ Lil' Missy Taemin hummed quietly and smiled slightly tohimself. It was finally quiet there but propably not for long. He grabbed boy's arm and lifted him up, tugging him towards the bed, pushing him onto it and making him lay on his stomach. He wasnot taking his time at all. He wanted him now and here so he started taking off stockings that the boy had on his legs. He took off his own trousers as well and touched his still clothed member that was twitching at the sight of miserable 'slave' on the bed.

@♝ Taemin Before the overwhelming pain from the last strike had faded, another two came raining down on his slender back. He could feel the bruises forming on his tender skin, the sharp stinging pain as the leather dug into him, leaving its imprint. Each hit forced another wave of pain through every nerve in his body. He screamed at each strike, sobbing, shaking as he tried to make his body smaller lest the man decided to hit him more. His normally bright eyes were red. Why was this happening to him? How could this be happening to him? Why wouldn't the man listen? He wasn't a slave! He wasn't! He had stopped screaming and had stopped clawing. Misha was very afraid. The only thing still keeping him up was the hand in his hair and when that released him, he sank to the floor. The boy visibly flinched as the man tugged the belt off of his waist and pulled his hands behind his back. He sat cowering on the floor, pressing himself against the wall as if it could swallow him and didn't make a sound. His eyes were ripped open and staring at the ground, his teeth sunk into his plush lower lip.

@♝ Lil' Missy Taemin was not listening. It was propably a moment that he wouldn't remember the day after. The sounds seemed for him to be faw away. The alcohol made it impossible to feel a pain on his hand now but he did notice a blood on it. That little boy still had too much energy in him and Taemin felt that he needed it to stop. He was too loud. He was moving around too much. He lifted his hand again, hitting boy's back two more times. He let go of his hair and observed how the other slowly lost the strenght in his knees. He leaned down, finging out that the dress Misha was wearing had a belt as well. He took it off and forcefully grabbed boy's both wrists, pulling them back and using the belt to tie them together behing boy's back.

@♝ Taemin Okay. /Now/ he was registering the danger of his current situation. The loud voice booming in his ear made him shut up immediately, frightened like a mouse. Before he knew it he had been slammed against a wall, whimpering, crying as the man gripped his long, wavy silver hair as if he wanted to pull it out. He was trying to pry them off of his precious locks when a hard object hit his back. Misha had never felt pain like this before. He was crying his eyes out now, bawling. "I'm not a slave! I'm not! Stop it!!", he screamed at the man, his nails digging into the hand in his hair until he drew blood.

@♝ Lil' Missy Taemin grunted at the dull pain in his head. "SHUT UP YOU ." he screamed right into other's ear, grabbing him suddenly by his hair and pushing him hard against the wall. He used that moment to grab a belt from his own trousers and use it to deliver a hard hit to 'slave's' back. His own head was pulsing now, making him even more frustrated but at the same time he felt that his pants are getting tighter.

@♝ Taemin The boy was still screaming like a banshee when he was tossed into a room, stumbling a little before he came to a stop. What was happening? He felt strong arms wrap around him and a warm, moist breath against the shell of his ear. Misha didn't register the danger of being locked in a room. He was still extremely upset about being slapped. "Go away, you !". he shrieked and slammed his head back, hard, bashing the man in the forehead. Now his head and his cheek hurt. "I'm not a slave!! Go someone else!"

@♝ Lil' Missy Taemin grunted, realising that it won't be so easy to move around with that loud thing in his hands. He decided to just use any room that would be close. He pushed the other into some room that had nothing much in but a big bed, a mirror on a wall and a commode that propably had some toys in it. Taemin got in as well, locking the room and putting the key in a back pocked of his trousers. He got close to the boy again, wrapping his arms around his tightly from the back. His mouth got close to other's ear, talking into it with a smirk. "Stop moving so much or I'll have to tie you down."

@♝ Taemin Slave? What slave...? He wasn't a- Misha's entire body tensed, ready to evade the impending palm, but far too slow. He didn't even manage to twitch away. Misha, a spoiled prince(ss) all his life had been slapped. A sharp, stinging warmth flooded his body, bringing tears to his large eyes. He could feel his cheek burn and clasped the reddened skin with a small, trembling hand. His breathing quickened as the man pulled him up to his feet. Misha's father ran a huge human trafficking ring. He had seen plenty of violence and abuse far worse than just a slap, but for it to happen to him... he was in shock. It didn't last for long, however. Mishka threw amazing tantrums. Loud. Violent. Bloody. This was no difference. Screaming something intelligible in Russian he started clawing at the hand on his collar, crying his angry eyes out as small feet rained down on the man with a force one wouldn't associate with person as petite as himself.

@♝ Lil' Missy [hmm I guess I'd be okay with any of it. The more violent he'd get, the more violent Tae will became as well XD" so you can choose whatever you like more]

@♝ Taemin [ quick question
I can make him react in two ways : (1) violently, his resistance increases (2) in shock, delaying his violent reaction and delaying a more violent panic attack
Which is would work better for you? ]