-Ashen's perspective-
"Wake up slut!" I was woken by my mom. I'm wearing the slick black leather stripper dress and cat collar she had dressed me in. "We got a customer," she looked like a clown with her orange curly hair and her bright red lipstick she wore as well as that joker grin. "Fuck off!" I say, having enough of her. "That's no way to speak to your mommy little boy!" A dominating voice boomed, causing me to jump. The large man grabbed me by my bicep and pulled me over his lap as he pulled up the leather dress, revealing my bare ass since I wasn't allowed to wear anything under these slutty tight clothes. He then took off his belt and began to whip me with it. I yelped at the contact, breaking into tears as he continued. "Stop! Please!" I yelled out in tears. "You deserve this you slutty asshole!" He growled as he continued. "Stop! Please!" I begged again, knowing my bottom would be more than likely bruised. He then fully took off the leather dress and put a chain on the collar. "Your mine for tonight little bastard!" He says with an intimidating smirk. This got me real scared as I was dragged away, seeing my mom fanning herself with the cash. When we got to his house he chained me to a large bed and began to hit me with whips after putting a vibrator in my ass. "Oh ah!! Stop!!" I shifted as he continued. "I knew you'd like it slut!" The Guy cackled as his whip slapped me hard in the side on my cheek, causing a mark.
I woke up crying again, having another nightmare about my old life. I looked down, seeing I had wet the bed again. "I'm not a slut," I muttered as I sat up. Just then a sexy muscular figure with perfect golden hair comes in with a worried expression. "Ashen? you okay?" He asked as he came closer. "Daddy!" He hugged mevtightly for comfort. "Another nightmare?" I nodded. "I wet the bed again," I muttered, worried he'd punish me by making me wear pull-ups or something, like my mom did. "Guess we'll have to get you plastic sheets if this keeps occurring. This is what, the third time this week?" I look him in his yellow eyes and nodded shyly. He then sighed and ruffled my dark hair. "You're Alright now," he says as he wiped away a few tears that were left on my cheeks. "Thank you," I say into his chest. "Go take a shower while I clean your sheets," I nodded and got up to do as I was told. "I'll pick out your clothes don't worry," I nodded with a smile, knowing he cared about me since it was obvious I couldn't dress myself. I never got anything that matched since I was severely colorblind and most colors looked the same to me.

~after shower~
I got dressed in the clothes on my naked bed and went to find daddy for breakfast, knowing he'd probably made some before I woke up. I smiled, seeing the usual cinnamon and sugar toast on my special plate he had gotten me. He soon joined me in the kitchen and got me some juice in my sippy cup since I had a tendency of spilling things. My body was small and thin, he was a sexy golden gorilla and I could tell he was easily dominant so I hardly ever disobeyed. I was a good kid. At least I think I am. Does daddy think so? Yeah, I think so. Love you daddy!

~Timber's perspective~

After taking care of my child I went to take care of my newest book, Skyline, I wonder if he could help me, especially since I had made him the main character, Devin. After debating it, I had decided not to call him to help me since it was still early. I sipped my extra thick, black coffee as I thought. "After stumbling into the streets, Devin cried as people yelled at him and told him he needed to take a shower," I read out loud, the last line I had written in the novel. "When suddenly a guy pushed passed him, his features standing amongst the other people's," I snapped my fingers as I wrote it down. "Devin looked up to the man and opened his mouth in awe. The man spoke with such soothing words," I said as I wrote. "Daddy!" Ashen bursts in happily. I sighed and looked to him with a smile. "Hello Ashy!" I greeted. "Can we go outside today? I want to explore!" He bounced with excitement. "Um..." I thought for a moment. "Okay, but first can you help me with the story?" I asked him. He nodded happily and sat in the bright green beanbag chair I had gotten him for this very purpose. I had told him the last thing I wrote and he began to suggest some ideas. The kid was good at making a story, too bad he can't read or write. It's sad really, but he helps me a lot, and I even added him in credits now in the books he helped me with. I had been helping him learn to read and write, and he can write one syllable words that are no more than four letters, but we are still working on reading them. It's adorable though, almost as if he's actually a child and not a teenager. I love you Ashen, I hope you know that.