Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2005 20:08:49 -0800 (PST)
From: gaberial lair <gaberial_lair@yahoo.com>
Subject: Darkest Desires Chapter 7

Robbie opened his eyes groggy in another strange place.  The room offered
no light but his body was not trapped as it had been.  His hands explored
carefully the surface around him; cries escaped his mouth as the movement
made pain surged through his body.  From his own best guess, he lay on a
thin mattress upon a floor but what laid beyond that was an unknown.  Any
attempt to move only resulted in screams that pounded off the walls.
What had happened to him?  What left his body in such a horrid case of
distress?  Agony covered every inch of his body.

            The truth slowly hit Robbie.  The first encounter with job
that was too good to be true.  Tears rolled down his face, it was too
good to be true.  The first encounter was filled with a fiery passion he
had not before experienced.  But now it was coldness, nothing but
horrific pain and fear.  The woods, he had tried to run away.  Robbie's
heart sank deep in his chest, but he had been captured.  Oh god, that's
what had happened to his body.  The beating, the beating it refused to
end.  The small chamber with the burning liquid, Robbie's skin crawled.
Was this his slow death?

            There was one final undeniable thought that Robbie now knew.
Whoever he had been, whatever life had once lived; it would never be
again.  This man had kidnapped him for his own sick pleasure, now
whatever those pleasures would be Robbie was left with no choice but
compliance.  Somehow he had to find that playful fun flogging that he
first experienced with the Man or was that person just a fraud as to draw
him back.

            Robbie shivered, it felt so cold.  But with every movement
his muscles overwhelmed him with an unbearable burning pain.  Robbie
searched for that dark place in his mind where the pain ceased to exist,
but it could not be found.  He had come so far to escape this kind of
fate.  Feeling defeated as if this was what God had intended for him.
Thinking back to his stepfather and the hell he had lived there.

            "No!" he cursed to himself he wouldn't go back there.
That place didn't exist anymore then the rest of his past.  Darkness
flooded him.

            Slave...slave...slave...how the word taunted him!  Robbie saw it
float in the darkness.  A new thought drifted through his weary mind...
survive as slave... there had to be a way to reach out of this hole.
Slave... what had it meant... what would this Master want from him?  What
would avoid .... Deafening screams startled Robbie who took a moment
before he realized they were his own.

            Slaveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee pounded in his
brain as he found that dark hole far away from his body.... Slave.



**Three Months Later**

            Robbie paced the small cell anxious.  He had not seen his
Master since that last horrible beating, where He had been was not any of
Robbie's concern as he was told over and over again.  But today was the
day, Sir had told him today was the day his Master would return.  His
body had healed but scars reminded Robbie of that night.  It reminded it
had been real, the pain the experience had been real, not a dark dream.
Sir had been watching him, caring for him.  It had been a peaceful time
while Charlie had been away but it ended today.

            Robbie's heart sank to the pit of his stomach, what awaited
him drove him insane.  Sir was forever vague a repeat of just be a good
boy, your Master will return soon.  Slave, yes, Robbie had come to accept
it in the darkness of his room.  He cried it in his sleep over and over
again.  When today was He to come?  Robbie worried Sir had only said at
breakfast to prepare today was the day.  Robbie mumbled over and over to
himself obey anything just do it.

            Sir opened the door sending panic flashing through Robbie's
body.  Sir gently touched Robbie's hair tracing his fingers down over
the boy's cheek.  He clipped a chain to the razor chain still around
Robbie's neck and led him out of the cell.  Despite his best efforts to
calm himself, Robbie still found himself shaking.

            The moment the footsteps ahead of him stopped, Robbie dropped
to his knees putting his forehead to the floor his entire body trembling
as he knelt not daring to look to see if his Master was in the room or
not.  It seemed a given to him at this point and he did not wish the
immediate confirmation.  The leash clicked as it was unhooked from the
chain and he heard more footsteps moving away from him then a door
closing.

            Listening carefully Robbie knew that he was not alone in the
room.  He could hear the breathing of another, his Master, it must be.
God let Him be kind tonight, Robbie silently prayed.

            Charlie looked down at His slave.  It had been a fight for
Samuel to get Him to take that job overseas but the boy was looking in
excellent condition.  Perhaps, Samuel had been right He thought to
Himself.  Charlie had to smile to Himself, after all this time, the boy
still feared Him.  Whoever he had locked away beaten three months before
was gone, and before Him was the slave He had dreamed of for so long.
His mind almost overwhelmed Him in the possibilities of what He could do.

            Charlie stood from His chair and walked towards the kneeling
boy who flinched with every step He took.  It caught Charlie by surprise
when He stood right in front of the boy's face that he moved forward
slightly kiss each of His boots.  Charlie smiled pleased, He should have
known that Samuel would try to coach the kid to help him out.

            "Look at me, boy," Charlie said softly meeting those
beautiful eyes as the boy sat up looking up into Charlie's eyes.

            Robbie met those eyes a little relief to see the softer of
Master looking back at him.  His feelings were confused as to how he felt
about this Man, hated Him and at the same time knowing that total
devotion might be his only saving grace.  Yet deeper down after a great
time of thought he felt that his Master was just as misunderstood in life
as he had been.

            Charlie cupped Robbie's chin in His hand admiring him for
just a moment.  It was good to be home, it was good to see His boy.
Robbie overwhelmed in emotion grabbed Charlie's legs tightly and sobbed
into his Master's knees.  For the first moment Robbie realized that he
had feared Him not returning more then his return.  For a moment he was
that boy left behind at a rest stop while his stepfather drove off with
his family.  Charlie stepped back not sure how to take the reaction.

            Robbie sobbed frantically against the floor knowing he was
truly alone in this world.  This Man was no different; no one would ever
love him.  He'd always be that boy his family left behind, he could
never kill him.

            He grabbed the boy's hair roughly and yanked his head back,
"Why are you crying, slave?" Charlie barked harshly His walls flying up
before the boy's tears could touch Him.

            "I'm sorry, Master," Robbie stuttered.  Silently Robbie
prayed just for it to be over.  Please God haven't I endured enough
hatred for this life? his mind cried.

            Charlie threw the boy against the floor.  Charlie closed His
eyes breathing deeply trying to wash away the image of His childhood.
Everything just shattered and He was there that boy crying on the floor.
He hated it, He hated being that weak that helpless.  His eyes flashed a
dark red at the sobbing boy.

            "NO WE ARE NOT WEAK!!! WE DO NOT CRY CHARLIE!!!" Charlie
screamed out reaching for the boy hurling him across the room.  Robbie
cowered helpless in the corner as Charlie came at him again the Man's
fists landing against his body over and over and over and over again.

            Violent images kept flashing through Charlie's mind, each
one sending His fists harder into Robbie trying to end that pain trying
to destroy that boy He was.  His large hands grabbed at the weaklings
neck and strangled it until all life slipped away.  But the screams
continued as he choked harder and harder.  Still he could hear the boy's
cries even as the body was limp in His hands.  Charlie kept choking and
banging the boy against the head.  Why couldn't He kill those cries??

Charlie let the body drop to the floor falling back to the floor.  His
heart pounded, His hands covered in blood still His screams of the past
filled His ears.  No, that boy is DEAD, Charlie screamed in His mind.

"HE'S DEAD YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE," Charlie screamed back to the cries.
Still they echoed off the room filling His ears.  Charlie swung wildly to
the air nothing to battle nothing to be seen.  "NO, HE'S DEAD!!!!"

The room was spinning so fast, He was so very dizzy, no He was not that
scared boy anymore, He was dead, He was dead, Charlie told Himself over
and over again.  Charlie felt his chest tighten a horrible panic hitting
Him.  The room spun faster the cries grew louder and louder until all
that was heard was the hard thud of Charlie hitting the cement floor
passing out.

            It was Samuel who discovered them later that night.  Worried
after many hours had passed and Charlie had not returned to the house.
Tears ran instantly down his face as he touched Robbie's whose life had
long been gone now.  Samuel stumbled back up to the house as Charlie laid
still passed out on the floor.  His father had started this, now Samuel
had no choice.  A second boy was gone because of that monster that had
been bred in his father's basement.   He went into the house and found
Charlie's pistol and loaded it shaking still crying.

            He went back down to the cellar to Charlie and knelt beside
Charlie lifting his head up onto Samuel's lap.  Stroking his hair gently
laying the gun down beside them he sobbed.

            "I'm sorry, love, I'm sorry love.  I don't know why he
hurt you, I'm sorry I didn't stop him, I'm sorry I couldn't save
you," Samuel cried.  He leaned down and kissed Charlie's lips, "I'm
sorry I have no more choices.  I'm sorry, love, please know how sorry I
am.  I have to let you go now.  I can't let you kill anymore innocent
boys.  It has to end tonight, love, it has to end.  I'm sorry I'll love
you until the end of our eternities."

            Samuel picked up the gun still sobbing putting it to
Charlie's forehead then closing his eyes squeezed the trigger.  The shot
echoed hard off the walls the blood covered the floor and Samuel.  He
cried over the body for hours covered in Charlie's blood as he did the
only thing left he felt he could do mourning the lost of the only one he
had ever felt true love for.

***The Next Day***

            Samuel had changed from his blood soaked clothes.  He drove
all night and most the day to return to his childhood home.  His blood
boiled as the image of Charlie dead and the boys.... the poor victims of
Charlie... dead.  He thought about their past, how Charlie had come who he
was.  There was one man to blame, and now he too must die.  The pistol
was tucked away in his pocket Samuel raced on.

            Their mothers had been the best of friends from what his
mother had told Samuel.  But Charlie's father was abusive and when they
were only four years old, Charlie's father had beaten his mother to
death.  After the trial and after his father was locked away, Charlie had
come to live with them.  To Samuel's mother it was only right; she was
like a sister to his mother.

            But his father, Samuel's father, stayed convinced that the
devil inside Charlie's father lived inside Charlie.  He was a demon, he
was evil.  Samuel cried to himself thinking about poor Charlie, only four
years old his family gone.  Samuel's father was convinced he could beat
the demon out of Charlie and that's what he did.  Everyday for that
boy's life there he was beaten.  Samuel saw Charlie die inside as it
happened but he didn't stop it.  He never stopped it he was at much to
blame.  But there was someone else first that had to pay for this mess.

            He pulled into the yard of his childhood home.  His mother
had passed away years ago but his father an old fragile man now still
lived there.  Samuel slammed open the front door racing through the house
to confront his father, the father he had not seen the day they buried
his mother.  Samuel could find no words as he found the man who started
all this hatred, the man who now because of, three people lost their
lives long before needed.  Samuel shot over and over and over and over
again emptying the gun's round into his father not so much as
blinking.

            He then walked out back to his car and loaded the gun with
one more bullet.  There in his car he said good bye to the world around
him.  He closed his eyes and pulled the triggered off to join his love in
a world without pain, a world that they'd at last be free to love each
other.