Breaking in a Toy — 9
#9 of Breaking in a Toy
What I was doing was very risky. This was the make it or break it point of the capture. I had an old Polaroid, it produced physical copies of live action pictures whenever you clicked it and it was still working.
The pictures I was taking couldn't have too much background in them, or else they wouldn't look like they were taken in the co-directors home. There needed to be more evidence than just the photos however. I had Jesse bent over. I was getting the camera focused on that cute ass he had, snapping two shots. As much as I wanted some for myself, I couldn't risk it. I was handling the photographs with latex gloves and putting them in a plastic ziplock bag. I got some shots of his bruised, crying face, making him open his eyes and look at me. I got some of his precious little cock, all swollen. There was no background on the photos, or at least as little as possible. This also meant I'd have to store the Polaroid camera at the codierectors house, or else it'd look like an obvious framing.
I put the camera away and strapped Jesse to the platform. "An innocent man is going to jail, Jesse. Maybe for life, and it's all your fault." I told him. "You're worthless, and nobody misses you. Everyone already wished you were gone. Some other counsellors told me how much they disliked you, told me how ugly they thought you were." I was grabbing a sealable vial and a needle that I could draw his blood with. "They told me that none of them would touch you with a ten foot pole. That they hated you." It was in a vein on his right arm, the lights were dim and he was shaking as the blood was being drawn. "Even some of the other kids told me how much they disliked you. And when your group woke up without you, Jesse?" I leaned in close to his face, making him look me in the eyes. "They didn't even care. Not a single kid cared, and Rocco the lion boy said that he hoped you had left the hub and gotten eaten by a wild animal. Another one said it would have better if you drowned. I don't love you. Your parents don't love you. You aren't worth it, and eventually everyone will have forgotten that you exist." This was all cold, matter of fact. I made it sound like I was telling the truth, the way I was good at that. "You are so lucky to even be in my basement, Jesse, so incredibly lucky. Because here, you have the meager worth of being my pleasure. Otherwise."
I spit on his face, hocking up phlegm to do it. "You wouldn't be worth a single thing. Nothing. You're already a waste of oxygen. Whenever I'm done and bored with you, I'm going to kill you and use your body the way I would use it whenever you're alive. But you'd rot, sadly, and a cold stinky body isn't as good to fuck as one that resists and is warm and smells clean." I leaned into smell his pretty hair. "I can't wait to kill you Jesse. I can't wait to stab you in the chest and rape the hole. You are worth nothing more to me than a hole to fuck, than a toilet, than a toy. Say it Jesse. Tell me that no one loves you." He was hiccuping through the tears that I had brought him to.
"N-no one loves me." He sobbed.
"Tell me how much you're worth." I was in his face, he could smell my breath.
"I'm worth nothing but a hole to fuck."
"What did Rocco say he hoped you were?"
"Eaten b-by a wild animal."
"That's exactly right." I said, and I grabbed a whip off of the shelf. It was a long cord, and I raised my arm, casting it down onto his chest with a violent crack, and he screamed. I did it again, rending the flesh of the skin on his chest apart and bloodying him. I needed to get out this anxiety and doing this to him was working wonders. I spit on his face and then slapped him. "You're worthless Jesse. I don't even know if I'll feed you when I get back, you're not worth food." I take some fur from his tail as he's sobbing and wailing.
And I close the door to my office behind me, turning off the light and leaving him in the dark as he sobbed. I smiled.