Master

The Next Day

I wake up still on the floor, my entire body aching. I groan loudly and attempt to stand, but a pain shoots through my lower back and I let out a small scream of pain. I lay back down on the ground, my head resting against the piece of furniture that I was bound to last night. I hate my father. I hate him more than anything right now.

I hear the door open and a boy around my age enters the room. "Master wants you to join him for breakfast," he says, helping me to stand. He lets me lean on him as he leads me out of the room and into the bathroom. A tub of hot water has already been drawn, and he helps me to get into it. I am embarrassed being naked and injured in front of him, but he acts like it is completely normal, which I am thankful for.

He helps me to wash up and then get dried off. I thank him, and he tells me that there are clothes waiting for me on the bed. I walk out into the bedroom and pick up the clothes, if you could call them that.

The shorts are so short that I am afraid that I will unintentionally flash everyone in the household if I move the wrong way, there are no underwear, and the shirt is a tank top with hardly anything to it. I think about refusing to dress in this and getting back into my old clothes, but they are no where to be seen and I do not want to walk around this house naked after what he did to me last night (hell, I can hardly walk in the first place), so I put on the clothes.

The boy leads me out of the room and down the various hallways, leading me into a dining room where I see my abuser sitting. I try not to show fear as I am seated across from him at the table.

"Do you know why you are here?" he asks me, taking a sip from his glass.

"Because my bastard father sold me to you," I reply, looking down at the table. It hurts even to look at him.

He chuckles, which ticks me off even more. "Well, yes. But other than that?"

"To serve you, I'm guessing."

"Good pet. You finally said something right." He laughs at me even more and I feel my face redden. I hate him. "But, you are not here only for me. I have some... friends... who would like you once I have broken you in."

This causes me to shiver. What does he mean? I don't reply. I just keep my head down.

When he sees this, he just shakes his head. "I'll call them in." He stands and opens the door for a few men, who step inside.

"Fellas, meet my new pet," he says, motioning to me.

I look at them. The worst part is that I recognize one of them...

How could my best friend be in on this?