Page 47 of Poison

"I just hope you understand that I really needed the money."

Money? What money? I backed up a few steps before colliding with something solid. No, not something. Someone. A set of hands gripped my shoulders, and a face leaned in close, sniffing my hair. "I've missed my little star."

With a trembling jaw, I glared at my birth giver. "How could you?!"

"It was a lot of money, Isaac. Besides, you don't belong in the Slog."

Frantically, I tried to pull free, but Trevor's strong arms wrapped around my upper body. "Calm down, little star. Don't make me call the authorities. You've been a very naughty boy. You've had your fun, and now it's time to come home."

"Let me go, Trevor!" I shouted, slamming my foot on top of his.

He cried out, releasing me. When I tried to run, his hand gripped my wrist, twisting it so hard it felt like it was going to break. I swung at his nose, but he grabbed my fist. Pulling me close, he hissed, "You're coming home, Isaac. One way or another, you're coming home. We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

Desperation fueled my struggles, and Trevor let out a loud whistle. An insanely large man with a rather nasty-looking syringe gripped my upper arm. The sight of the needle just made me fight harder, but it didn't stop him from stabbing me and pushing the plunger. It didn't take long before I began feeling woozy. I still tried to resist, but with how fast my heart was pounding, it was just speeding up the effects of the drug. My legs couldn't hold my weight any longer, and I slouched against Trevor, who wrapped his arms tightly around my body, kissing my temple. My head drooped, resting on his shoulder. He lifted me into his arms, and by the time we reached the front yard, everything had gone black.

I couldn't tell how long I had been out, but when I came to, my head was throbbing so bad I nearly vomited. Groaning in pain, I forced myself to sit up and rubbed at my neck, which felt uncomfortably... confined. A collar.I yanked at it, butit was kept locked in place by a tiny padlock.A padlock that was attached to a chain.

Panic clawed at my throat when I realized something was covering my head—some sort of leather mask with a long snout.Getting to my knees, I searched my surroundings,butIwasn't in my old apartment.I was in a spacious living area with white walls and pinewood flooring that was partially covered by a red, yellow, and orange swirl rug. Two white couches bracketed a glass coffee table, and off in the corner was a silver Christmas tree with blue bulbs and a full-length mirror.

Blood roared in my ears when I caught sight of my reflection. I was wearing a leather dog mask that was reserved for people with a pet kink. And the worst part? The chain I was attached to was anchored next to a large pink doghouse with "Starburst" painted on the front.What the fuck?

A door creaked, and Trevor walked into the room wearing a green bathrobe. "Welcome home."

"What the fuck is this?" I growled, yanking at the collar for emphasis.

"You wanted to run around town acting like a little bitch, so I will treat you like one. Maybe I'll let you loose when you decide to behave." I tried to back away from him, but the chain was far too short. I couldn't even stand. He violently grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down, yanking at my pants.

"Get the fuck off me!"

"I'm going to show you who your master is." Something cool and wet dribbled down the crack of my bare ass before the head of his cock pressed against my ring of muscles.

As Hobbs fucked me, I should have had tears streaming down my face, but none came. I was done. I didn't care anymore. No matter what I did, nothing would change my life. I couldn't even manage to kill myself properly. I was trapped as his sex toy.

Eventually, he let go of my neck and placed both hands on my hips, but I didn't bother lifting my head. I was defeated. His warm cum coated my inner walls, and when he pulled out, it seeped out of my hole and onto my sack. I just laid down.

Trevor got to his feet and picked up a TV remote. When he pressed the power button, a screenhangingon the wall lit up, showcasing the news. "You should watch."

Rolling to my side, I barely glanced at the TV before scrambling to my hands and knees in shock. It was Hell's Gate—reduced to a smoldering building drenched in water as white smoke billowed towards the sky. The headline read, "Owner of local club found dead."

That's when the tears finally started to fall. Alex was dead? I stared at Hobbs, who had a dark grin on his face. He did this. I knew it. Which meant it was all my fault. Alex was dead because I ran away.

"You'll be going to work again at the end of the week. If you don't want any more accidents to happen, I suggest you do as you are told and never pull a stunt like that again. And if you can prove that you are willing to play by the rules, I'll even let you sleep in a real bed. Until then, you will sleep here and wear that fucking mask until you're obedient."

I crawled into the doghouse, struggling not to smack my head on the low roof. With a heavy sigh, Ilaiddown, willing the darkness to take me.

Chapter 35

The week went by without Trevor touching or speaking to me. The most attention he gave me was to put food and water down in a bowl like I was really a fucking dog. He wouldn't even allow me to take off the fucking mask. I had to drink from a straw and eat with my hands. Every once in a while, he'd come into the room to place a few neatly wrapped gifts under the tree. I hadn't even realized it was nearly Christmas.

Trevor entered the room, holding a small box wrapped in green paper. After setting it down, he walked over to me and unlocked my collar from the chain. The only time he ever did this was when I needed to use the bathroom. But then he unlocked the mask. It slid from my face, and I instantly rubbed my sensitive skin, trying to itch every inch I wasn't able to reach before.

"Are you going to behave?"

I nodded. There was no point in fighting. If I did, someone else I cared for might get hurt.

"Good. Get up and get into the shower." He pointed to a door. "It's in there. I'll show you the rest of the place when you're finished."

There were no sharp objects in the bathroom like usual; after all, suicide would be the only reason why I'd need them anyway. Trevor made sure I had hair removal surgery when I was eighteen. I had no chest hair, ass hair, facial hair, pubic hair, or even leg or underarm hair. I never argued because I wasn't fond of my body hair to begin with.

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