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Favourite bands: Panic! At The Disco, Fall Out Boy, Twenty One Pilots, My Chemical Romance, All Time Low, The 1975, Green Day, The Brobecks, Queen, AC/DC and like so much more other bands.

I hate myself for this chapter, and for Spencer. I love Spencer so much guys, I just hate the character that I've made him into.

And behold! I haven't been murdered! I finish on the 16th (I also have The 1975 that night so (;) so I will be sure to have another update on the 17th for you wonderful people. Yours truly, your Fairy Gaymother.

****TRIGGERS****

Since living with Dallon, Brendon has never been a victim of discomfort. Even during the early stages where Dallon was pissed off the the kitten hybrid was taking residency on his livingroom couch, the man still went out of his way to get him a blanket and a towel to dry off. Moving further down the timeline, Brendon had been upgraded to his own bed, his own clothes, his own stuff, until finally he reached the peak of sleeping next to - or on top of - Dallon every night in a large warm bed.

And when he's hurt, whether if he's little or he's being the worlds biggest brat, he's always tended to. It's what Brendon loves the most about Dallon, that even if he's able to look after himself or he's cursing the world and everyone in it, Dallon would still tend to his wounds, still kiss him goodnight, still make him breakfast every morning.

That's the strange part. The part that made Brendon confused, because even if they've argued and fought, Dallon still treats him like royalty, like a prince that needs serving to and never asks for anything back in return. In a way, as much as Brendon loves how Dallon doesn't hold a grudge, it makes him upset to think that must've been the normal thing to happen if he and Breezy ever got into an argument. That he had to be the one that made it up to her, even if she was in the wrong.

Brendon frowns because there's a massive pain in his head and a further pain in his side, his face is smushed against a cold concrete floor that's sure to leave a creak in his neck for about a week. It's odd, because for months now, Brendon has been used to the comforts of the world, and to be landed face first - literally - onto what use to be a familiar concrete, feels so foreign now.

"Where am I?"He croaks, his mouth feeling like cotton wool and his words slurred together as if he's been drinking. He hates that type of feeling, where his mouth is too numb to speak and his head is too sore to think. He's groggily sitting up onto his knees with more struggle than he'd like to admit, pain coursing through his head and his limbs feeling to weak to work on their own. His voice echoes off the walls and bounces back to him, seeming to be speaking to nobody but himself in the hollow, empty room that he's trapped in.

"H-hello?"His voice trembles every so slightly as he rubs at his eyes, blinking them open so he can see around the dimly out surroundings. There's not much to see, with no light in the room and darkness fallen over the sky, the only type of light soft is the soft cast from the moon that shines through the small window of the basement.

It's so dark and cold and Brendon can feeling himself trembling from both the cold and he fear that rushes through him, his long dark kitten tail wrapping around his middle do protection and warmth as he trembles like a leaf in autumn.

Brendon tenses whenever the basement door opens, a shadowed figure making an appearance and Brendon winces at the bright light that shines in from the door, trying to cower away from it. The footsteps are heavy as they mount the stairs, the door left ajar to let in some light into the dark basement.

"Who are you? Why have you taken me?"Brendon tries to make his voice as steady as possible because he's trying his hardest not to be defeated into submission just out a mer scare. His body shakes in fear, kitten ears pressed down flat into his hair as the person comes closer and closer.

"You'd think you would remember a familiar face, hmm?"

And that voice, it's so familiar, it's so dark and chilling that it's sending tremors to run through Brendon's Body in fear. It's a voice that he had been forced to listen to, obey to, for so many years of his life that he could ever forget the way that commands roll off of his tongue or the way he would sneer remarks during the times that Brendon wasn't being picture perfect obedient.

"I can hardly see such a face if I'm left in the dark."Brendon snaps, and he immediately regrets his tone when he feels the distant familiar sting to his face, causing his head to knock off of the wall behind him, the echo of the slap trapped in the basement."But I can recognise a hand that slaps me."

"Don't you think that just because you've had your taste of freedom, that you're free."Spencer sneers, crouched down in front of Brendon's body and grabbing a hold of his jaw, making him forcefully look him in the eyes. And those eyes, that use to be so kind but now have turned dark and cold."You're mine, and you have been since the day and hour that you were signed over to me when you were 16. And don't you forget it."

"I'm my own person."

"Person? What, you think because whatshisface treated you like a human being that you are one?"Spencer laughs, cold and dull and it makes Brendon's entire body run cold in fear at how haunting that it sounds. A laugh isn't supposed to sound so sinister."You're an animal, Brendon. And Animals are owned."

"I'm not an animal."Brendon's voice is supposed to come out louder but instead, it comes out a scared whisper."I'm a hybrid, but that doesn't take away any of my rights and it sure as fuck doesn't mean that you can own me!"

Brendon lets out a sob whenever the back of his head is being smashed against the wall, the dull pain that was there when he woke up now a pulsing one that's coursing through his entire skull all the way to his eyes.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that."He growls."You haven't been gone long enough not to forget our rules and the consequences that follow when those rules are broken."

"Fuck you and your rules."Brendon spits and he knows that this hole is only being dug deeper and he's the reason behind that, but he's mad, and he's angry and he's had that sweet taste of freedom and that taste of being loved and he won't be beaten and used and abused. Not again.

"You're a filthy animal."Spencer sneers, satisfied with whenever Brendon gasps as his hair is being grabbed, letting out small, pathetic little whimpers of pain as his hair is pulled and his neck is twisted back so that he's staring up at Spencer uncomfortably.

"What are you going do with me? Chain me up? Slap me about? Stuff your cock down my thrust until I choke?"Because it's all been done before and the touch it still there, it's foreign but it's a ghost against his throat, his legs, his arms and it'll never fade. The dirt is still there, of Spencer's cum, his touch, no matter how hard that Brendon scrubs to be cleaned.

"And what's the point in that? You disobey me constantly and yet, we still end up in the same position."Spencer sneers, straining Brendon's neck in a way that almost makes the hybrid think that it's going to snap and making it hard to breath, clawing at Spencer to make him stop."But if punishing you doesn't get me anywhere, what about punishing your new owner instead?"

"You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I? You and I both know what I'm capable of doing, and they power that I possess, Brendon. The slightest of mishaps, the smallest of disobedience and with a click of my fingers, I can make Dallon Weekes regret the day he let you into his life."

"Don't touch him, please don't hurt him."And there's tears leaking from the corner of Brendon's eyes, running down his cheeks and blurring his vision because he's so scared, and it's not only for himself, but it's for Dallon too. Brendon is use to the pain, the torture, the abuse and he'd take it twice as much if it meant that Dallon wouldn't get hurt.

"And why shouldn't I, Brendon? All you do is disobey me, make a fool out of me. Why should I waste my energy on beating you when I can beat him instead. Then that will definitely put you into your place, wouldn't it?"There's so much aggression, so much power behind his voice that it scares Brendon, because the hybrid knows first hand of what Spencer is capable of doing.

"Please don't hurt him."Brendon sobs, whimpering louder whenever his head is tugged back to look forcefully into Spencers eyes with his blurry vision."Y-you can do anything to me, best me, punch me, kick me, force me-Just, just please don't hurt Dallon. Please."

"Call me by my title and I'll think about your proposition."He smirks down at Brendon, getting angrier whenever Brendon fails to speak up. Brendon's sobs of pain only worsen whenever the side of his head is being smashed against the wall he's up against."Speak up, Brendon!"

"Please, Master. Use me in any way that you want but please don't hurt Dallon."He sobs and Spencer finds it pathetic how much of an influence this man has been on Brendon in just a handful of months, how he has Brendon's mind so wrapped up that the hybrid is willing to put his own life as risk for theirs.

And the word. Master. It feels so wrong on his lips, because it isn't supposed to be there. He isn't supposed to address someone like that, that isn't in his nature, no matter how long of a life that he's lived. It makes him feel used, abused, owned, dirty. All of the feelings that Brendon detests and makes him feel like gum on the bottom of someone's shoe.

"Fucking pathetic."Spencer curses, turning his face up in disgust at the hybrids contact crying and mewling, throwing Brendon to the concrete ground of the basement. His face connects with the concert flooring, ashamed of himself whenever he lets out a painful sob."Strip and get ready. You have 30 minutes."

Brendon listens as Spencer's footsteps get further and further away, going up the stairs and the door slamming to a close. It takes him a couple of moments to sit up again from where he's slumped on the ground, his nose pouring with blood and pain coursing through his head and neck as his tail wraps around his middle in perfection.

"My shirt..."He mourns whenever he notices that it's now stained and smeared with his own blood down the front and on the sleeves, trying to rub away at his fast running tears. So much for trying to be strong. It was even worse when for months now, Brendon has been use to letting his emotions run wild with being little.

Little. That's something that Brendon isn't going to ever be able to get in contact with again. Not if he's stuck with Spencer. And that thought, of having to abandon the side of him that he loved the most, longed the most for so many years, shared with his Daddy, it hurt. It hurt more than any blow to the stomach or punch to the face ever will, because that was their special thing, and they might not be able to do it ever again.

"I miss Dallon."Because if he was here right now, he'd know to make it all better. He'd kiss away his tears, coddle him and look after all of his injuries. He'd kiss him on the lips and tell him how brave that he is, how much that he loves him, and make him feel like he's the most important person on the planet, even if he's not."I miss my Daddy."

This is so much shorter than my usual chapters but I wanted to bring out an update for you all and my God, I'm a mess rn, because I got a concert tomorrow and two exams and SUMMER IS NEARLY HERE

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