Blaine got up from the cold wooden floor and took in his surroundings, he was in a small room, the small room was dark and dingy and the walls were painted a dark red a blood like colour. There was a toilet and bed in the room. It was very much a prison cell on the door was not metal but a varnished wood with a small outlined square in the middle of it, which Blaine assumed was for talking/checking on him without having to open the door. Blaine knew it was no use but you have to At least try the door to see if he could get out but no such luck the door was locked and very solid. Blaine knew he wouldn't be able to get threw it without an axe or chainsaw. And with what Blaine had in this room there was certainly no way he was going to get out by means of force against that door.

Blaine made his way across the tiny room and sat on the edge of the bed holding his head in his hand and sobbed quietly to himself. His brain couldn't process everything that had happened. How could his parents, the people that made him, the people that are meant to love you no matter what you do, the only people in your life that you are meant to trust the people you cannot live without, the people who are meant to love you unconditional, Do this to him. How could they send him to this hell hole where he would be hurt and broken until he was forced to become some ones slave for anything they desire. He was looked at in society lower than a street rat. He would become some ones thing. Some ones object they could do whatever they wanted to him, hell they could murder him if that what they were into, he had heard of people buying cheap slaves raping them and torturing them until they died a slow and very painful death. And no one cared because as long as they were doing it to slaves and not people of the society they were free to do what they wanted with their property.

Blaine heard a movement in the wooden door and the square was opened in the middle of the door and light came blinding into the small dingy room. "O you are finally awake then. I thought i had killed you or something" a small chuckle from that angelic voice came after the vile words spoken, Blaines skin stared to crawl and that sick feeling in his stomach had returned. "you are meant to be on your knees when you are in the presence of your master blainey" kurts voice was so soft and angelic and beautiful, Blaine hated him so much. " YOU CAN GO FUCK YOURSELF IF YOU THINK I WILL EVER SUBMIT TO YOU, YOU SICK MINDED FUCK." The words shot of Blaine like fire filled with so much hatred and anger. The next thing Blaine felt was a shock of unbelievable pain shot through his body right down his spine, Blaine was on the floor convolsing and screaming in agony. Then all of a sudden the pain stopped but Blaine was still on the floor and panting hard. " WHAT THE FUCK!" Blaine shouted as he hugged himself in the fetal position.

"What you thought you could talk like that to me and get away with it?" the soft calm voice spoke "no no no blainey, we cant have you being so rude and angry...so i thought fitting you with an electro chip in the back of your next right where the nerves are would be the best thing for you." "now whenever you are rude or naughty or just not being a good slave i have this handy little remote and with the touch of a button you will be hit with small incomfortable shock." "much like when a dog is fitted with a bark collar, they get a small shock when they bark and they soon learn not to bark and behave like a good little doggy" kurts voice was so calm and in a sickly sweet manner. "SMALL SHOCK! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! YOU DIRT--ARGHHHHHHHHHH" another shock ran through blaines body feeling a thousand times worse than the last one. "You will learn to be a good little sluts like you should be blainey, otherwise you are going to get a lot more of those"

Blaine laid on the floor with his back to the door still hugging himself as silent tears ran down his face. "See i knew you would understand this sort of training, maybe i should train you like i trained my dogs, would you like that blainey. Would you like me to treat you like a little bad puppy? I bet that would get you hard in no time." Kurt giggled. Blaine just lay there, not moving, there was no use in arguing back he couldn't stand another shock..not yet. Blaine laid there on the cold floor wishing it would turn into a black hole and swallow him up, death would be so much nicer that being here. Death would be beautiful compared to what he would have to go through. "well i just stopped by to make sure you were alive and to make sure i could still have the pleasure of using you blainey, im going to go set up for our next session ill see you there beautiful" the square in the door was replaced and the room was once again darker and dingier.

Blaine didn't move, he didn't want to move, he wanted to just die, he couldn't go through anything that happened last time, he started to shake and the tears were running down his face faster than they had been before then the choking sobs returned and Blaine couldn't stop them. He couldn't stop the cries and the scream that escaped him, he didn't want to stop them he wanted every emotion, every feeling out of his he just wanted to be numb, to be zombie like, he didn't want his brain to work he wanted to be zombie like. No feelings, No emotions he wanted to be a Nothing.