I opened my eyes to a set a bright blue ones staring at me. "Hi!"

I quickly jumped away, seeing a small boy kneeling on the floor. He watched me closely, his big, innocent eyes meeting mine. 

"I'm Ricky! Who're you?"

I just stared at him. I took a deep breath, looking around the room. My eyes rested on a door on the other side of the room. 

"D'you not like me? I was jus' wonderin' what your name is..."

I looked back at him. "M-my name?"

He nodded. 

"Um, Chris. My name is Chris."

"Hi, Chris!" He yelled. "Did Mister Ryan take you?"

"Who's Mister Ryan?"

"He's got the pretty eyes and nice hair. He doesn't like me though."

"Oh. I'm sorry he doesn't like you." I mumbled. "Where are we?"

"We're here!"

"No, no, I mean, like, what place..."

"Oh! We're in Mister Ryan and Daddy's home!"

"Okay...How do we get out of here?"

"Oh, we can't." He told me, biting his nails. 

"Why not?"

"B'cause the doors are magic and they only open for Daddy and Mister Ryan. You and me can't get out." He said. "Not only that, but Daddy and Mister Ryan would punish us if we tried to leave."

"W-what?" Magic doors? Punishments? What the fuck is this place?

"I didn' believe it a first either, but now I do. It's really weird."

"What about this room? Can we leave this room?"

He shook his head. "No. Mister Ryan locks me in here whenever Daddy goes away for a while. Only him or Daddy can take us out."

Just then, the door opened. The one I assume was 'Mister Ryan' came into the room. He was the same man that took me. I could tell just by looking at his piercing green eyes. 

"Get away from him, dumbass." He growled. 

Ricky frowned. "But I was jus' talking' to 'im."

"I didn't say you could."

"But-"

"I won't say it again, Ricky."

"You're mean." He mumbled, walking towards the other corner of the room. "I don't like you. You're stupid."

As Ricky was walking by, 'Mister Ryan' grabbed him by his throat, lifting him off of his feet.

"I am so fucking tired of your goddamn mouth. I hear another sound come out of you and I'll cut your fucking tongue out." 

"Daddy'll get mad at you if you hurt me."

"He's just as tired of you as I am, so I guarantee that he'll be relieved to find out that you can't talk anymore." He spoke, throwing Ricky on the ground. He began to cry, holding his neck. I felt bad for him.

He came over to me, motioning for me to stand. I did as I was told, keeping my eyes on the ground.

"Look at me." He said.

I looked up at him, meeting his eyes. He gripped my chin gently, looking at me. 

"You have beautiful eyes."

I stayed quiet.

"What do we say?" He asked. 

"U-Um...I don't know?"

"Think about it."

"Thank you?"

"Exactly. Good boy."

He played with my hair, kissing my cheek. 

"Would you like some more comfortable clothes, doll?" He asked,

"Y-yes, please." I whispered. I figured I'd just do what he wanted so he wouldn't hurt me. I hope he doesn't hurt me. 

"I'll bring you some clothes then. Would you like something to eat as well?" 

I nodded. "I guess."

He smiled, kissing my head. "Good boy. I'll be back in a few."

"O-okay. Thank you." 

Once he left, I fell to the floor, my head in my hands. Ricky crawled over and hugged me. "I'm sorry he's so scary."

"I-Its okay. It's not your fault."

He nuzzled my chest. "You're comfy."

I gave him a small smile.

"Why is he so mean to you?"

"I don' know. He says I'm a bad boy. Daddy says I'm a good boy though. Mister Ryan thinks I'm stupid." He told me. "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Not at all."

He smiled. "I'm gon' go back over there so Mister Ryan doesn't get mad at me again."

I nodded.

"Daddy'll be back in a few days. He had to go huntin' for him and Mister Ryan. You'll like Daddy. He's a nice Daddy."

"That's good. I like nice people."

'Mister Ryan' came back into the room, holding a bundle of clothes and two bowls. He threw one at Ricky, and gently placed one in front of me. It looked like some nuts and fruit.

He handed me the clothes, staring at me expectantly. Of course...he wants me to change here.

I looked through the clothing. It was a long gray sweater dress, black legging, and a pair of knee high white socks. He also held a pair of brown boots, setting them down on the floor.

I shrugged my jacket off, taking off my shirt as well. I suddenly felt very self conscious as I pulled the dress over my head. I pulled my boots and stockings off, putting the leggings on. I pulled the socks on and looked up at him.

He smiled, sitting beside me. I looked over to Ricky, who was picking at his bowl of food. I liked his company, but I didn't like 'Mister Ryan's. Is Ryan even his real name?

He pulled me on top of him, holding me. I whimpered, shaking. I didn't want to be held like this. I looked at Ricky with wide eyes. I don't like this. I just want to go home.

"M-Mister Ryan?" I heard Ricky say. "May I please call Daddy?"

"No. Shut the fuck up."

"But Mister! Please! I miss my Daddy!"

He shoved me off of him, going to where Ricky sat. He backhanded Ricky, his ring creating a large gash across the boy's cheek. Ricky yelped, holding his cheek. He slammed Ricky's head into the hard floor, causing him to start crying harder.

I don't even know Ricky well and he saved me...

"One of two things are going to happen: Either you are going to stay quiet, or I will sew your fucking mouth shut."

Ricky nodded.

'Mister Ryan' looked to me. "As for you, don't speak to that whore. I don't want him corrupting you."

I nodded, frowning.

"Good boy."

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Comment who you think Daddy is and how you think Ricky got there.

~xxRy