PUSHED by Linny Lawless

Author:Linny Lawless [Lawless, Linny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-08T16:00:00+00:00

I can remember having feelings of warmth and security once before… at a very young age. But that was a far cry from the life I now lived: in coldness, hunger, and fear. I was confined to a small cage in an underground basement. A metal collar was locked tightly around my neck, as if I were a wild animal. Two men kept me hidden from the world above. One man was tall and strong, with dark hair. I remember the other man was older, smaller in size and had grey hair. They gave me clothes to wear, which were usually just rags or bits of cloth. On rare occasions, I was fed, given water to drink and to wash my body with. Sometimes the men forced themselves upon me in trade for food and water. They used my body with cruelty and violence. That was my world back then and I could remember nothing else.

I couldn’t remember my past life or my real name. I had no idea how long I had been living in that cage. At times they led me outside on the chain, where I could breathe and feel the natural air. I discovered that they kept me locked up in the basement of a huge house in the middle of nowhere. I saw no other human being aside from my captors. I was occasionally set free for very short periods of time to walk barefoot on grass, dirt, or cement. I never thought to run away, even when they took from me and I endured physical pain – whipping, slashing, punching, bruising, fucking.

As time went on, I was let out of my cage more often to walk in the grass and feel the heat of the sun on my skin. Those times were the only reason I existed, and blood still pumped through my veins.

Then, images of my past life started coming to me in my dreams: Feelings of comfort as arms embraced me. Laughter. Running. The taste of sweetness on my tongue. The smell of grass, trees, dirt, and even salty sea air. I developed a very strong sense of smell from being in captivity and my body had changed drastically. I was a boy, growing into a man.

One night, the tall dark-haired man came down the stairs into the basement. I heard the jingling of keys attached to a ring on his belt. One of those keys fit the huge metal lock to the shackle around my neck that kept me chained to the cement floor. I could smell his putrid breath mixed with alcohol from yards away. He weaved and staggered toward me, holding a half-empty bottle of alcohol.

“Get up boy! On your knees!” His head fell back, tilting the bottle up while he gulped loudly. He wiped his mouth with his tattooed forearm.

I scrambled up to my knees from a fetal position. The man’s stance was wide, and he swayed as he dropped the bottle, fumbling with the front of his jeans.

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