Disclaimer: I own this one...
Genre: Implied Slash
Warnings: Dark; Slavery
Word Count: 233
Beta: All mistakes are my own.
Written For: getyourwordsout's July 26th STOP! comment writing post where you were supposed to stop and write something (anything) in a comment. Mine went a little dark.
Summary: In hindsight, maybe he should have caved like all the other mindless slaves around him.
It was dark and dank in the hole. He had lost track of time and he was sure that what little tidbits of food were dropped to him were not on any type of schedule, because the deep gnawing hunger within him was too great in between the gaps of falling morsels. In retrospect, trying to castrate his master without being certain of his success had been a great miscalculation. He'd held the knife to the man's dick and balls and hesitated for just a second. But that second was all it had taken for his master to wake up and realize what was happening. The man had been lightening fast in overpowering him and turning the knife on his own manhood.
He had been sure the knife was going to cut him, but instead his master had just grinned and called out for one of the other slaves to toss him in the hole. Now he was withering away in the darkness. The last of the food and water had been gone for days if the dryness of his body was any indication. Maybe if he'd just been compliant when his master wanted to fuck him raw and whip his back. That would have been a blessing to the hell he was now living with. He longed for nothing more than a quick end. But death was still far from his grasp.