It hurts. My whole body hurts. I don't want to move, I don't want the pain to get worse. But if I stay here He will come back and do the same thing all over again...

My vision is blurry, but I can see the blood on the sheets, as well as all over my thighs and hips. My arms seemed fine though. I slowly pulled myself up onto my knees, then stepped off of the bed slowly and held the wall until I was steady. I then started to make my way out of the room; I could feel fresh blood run down my legs when I started to walk, but forced myself to keep going. I could feel my legs shaking as I walked, suppressing a whimper. I was right by the door before it suddenly opened; He was standing there, holding a towel. He stared at me by the door, His face then twisting into a sinister smirk.

"I was going to clean you up," He sneered. "But since you disobeyed my direct orders to stay put, I guess you need to be punished."

He then grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back to the bed roughly.

Oh god no...

I woke up again in my cage. I wasn't bloody anymore, but my skin was stained pink where the blood had been. My face felt salty, and my eyes were puffy. I wish I didn't, but I could remember what had happened, so I knew why my eyes were puffy.

I sniffled, slowly sitting up. Then I realized that I couldn't feel anything under my hips. I looked down at my legs, making sure they weren't broken at least. There were bandages around my thighs and thin slices of blood leaking through them already. My hips were swollen and purple on the sides. There was a small bandage on my hip.

At least they numbed me, I thought. At least, I hoped that's why I was numb.

I shifted and used my arms to drag myself over to the door of my cage, whimpering when I noticed the blood on the floorboards of my cage. I couldn't tell if it was fresh or not.

My cage is only about ten feet long, but it's five feet wide, and is hung from the ceiling. The bottom of it has wooden boards laid down, and there's plywood on the outer sides all around. There are tiny windows drilled through the plywood. There's a lever somewhere that lowers it, but it's usually not lowered. Besides, He likes watching me struggle to get up into it when he orders me to...

I dragged myself over to the bowl of water at the door to my cage, but found that it was empty. I whined when I noticed that, but then my arms gave out. My chin hit the wood roughly and I yelped. I tasted blood; I must've bit my tongue. I sighed softly, my eyes tearing up, but I kept myself quiet. I eventually passed out.

-D-

(When a point of view changes in the middle of a chapter, this is what it will look like; only the initial that would be on the chapter title if it were to start that chapter.)

"Two fractures in his pelvis, twelve lacerations in his thighs, torn rectal muscle and lining." The doctor handed me a paper report. "Keep his thighs wrapped up until the stitches come out, and make sure to clean the cuts every few hours. Use cleaning alcohol and wash them gently with water." The man sighed once. "And don't let him move around too much. The tearing in his rectum isn't enough that I can put anything to help in, so just don't let him move too much to make it worse. And give him lots of fruits, it'll soften his stool so it doesn't make things worse too."

I nodded. "Alright," I said. 'Would it hurt you to be gentle with him?' I signed the medical bill paper and bid the doctor goodbye before reclosing the club doors. 'He' refuses to let his pets leave the club, even for doctor's treatment, so He pays extra to bring doctors to them. I took the bill to the back area, as well as the medicines and bandages for Faervel. I checked on the Elf as I walked by; he was still asleep in the back of his cage, wrapped in his blanket. He was only ever given one blanket since He had first bought him. I knew that under the blanket, his hips were in a tight sort of wrap, like a cast, and his thighs were wrapped in gauze bandages.

'He has no water,' I noted mentally. I lowered his cage slowly so he stayed asleep, then opened the door to get his dish. I walked to the nearest bathroom to fill up his bowl. I came back and gently set the dish back in his cage, before closing the door and raising it again. I then walked further into the back to His room, knocking on the door before opening it.

He was sitting at His desk, filling out the mandatory medical report for Faervel. I set the medical papers on his desk.

"You need to be more careful with him." I sighed to Him. "His body can't take any more of this!"

He read through the medical report and clicked his tongue. "Not my fault the bitch is weak."

I felt myself getting angry. 'How can someone be so heartless?'

"You can't do anything with him for several weeks. He needs to heal."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. Play doctor with him as much as you want. In three weeks he's mine again."

I nod curtly. "Fine." Then I left the room. I forced myself to stay calm; this isn't the first time He's hurt one of His strippers, but He seemed to like hurting the already broken ones the most. Faervel is way to fragile to handle this abuse, I'm surprised he's handled it as long as he has.

I ended up stopping by Fae's cage. I call Faervel 'Fae' as a nickname, but I only call him that when He isn't around. I slowly lowered the Elf's cage and opened it.

"Fae," I whispered to him. He stirred and lifted his head, automatically pressing himself further back in his cage when he heard a voice. I saw the light reflect off of his eyes as he looked at me with terror, before he realized it wasn't Him and relaxed. His eyes were an exotic turquoise color. They were quite beautiful when they weren't full of pain.

"It's okay, it's just me," I said to him. I reached my hand to him slowly. "Can you come here?..."

Fae hesitated, then slowly started to use his arms to drag himself towards the door of the cage. Once he got close enough I reached into the cage and slid my arms under his legs and back, pulling him out of the cage slowly and holding him bridal style. He was naked, and I knew that it made him uncomfortable to be naked so I held him with one arm and reached back into the cage to grab his blanket. I gently wrapped it around him, and he whimpered when I had to shift him, realizing that I had accidentally held him by one of his thighs where the cuts were.

"Sorry," I said, readjusting him in my arms. He snuggled into the blanket, letting his head lay on my shoulder. Unfortunately, he was very easy to carry. He couldn't be over eighty pounds; his hips and shoulders were boney, and his spine and ribs were visible. Aside from getting one meal a day, he usually vomited it back up. His hair was very long, down to his calves and light blond. 'He' never cleaned Fae's cage, probably as yet another form of abuse to the poor Elf. The only time Fae was properly cleaned was when I did it. Fae's hair was a dusty-looking platinum blond and his skin was more grey, though those were both mostly because of his lack of nutrition. His long pointed ears that pretty much signifies that he was an Elf were never up in the position that meant happy. They were almost always out to the sides, if not lower.

For some context, Elves can rotate their ears like a cat can. They express most of their emotions through ear positioning too. Straight up meant listening or happy / excited. Down meant scared or sad; the further down, the more intense the emotion. Flat back against their head usually meant anger. When they were out to the sides, it meant that they weren't extremely sad or scared, but they were unhappy. I also noticed that it meant pain, and I've seen that it also meant arousal, but I've never seen that from Fae.

Elves are also age-immortal. That means that they can't die of old age. That's just one of the many sympathies I have for Faervel; he's almost 500 years old in human time. He's only 19 in Elf time. Elves can die of anything else other than age, but they can also do what's called Fading. Fading is when an Elf pretty much dies of sadness. They Fade from existence, and several accounts make it seem like they are also wiped from people's memories as well. 'He' is a vampire, so He can't die at all; He has owned Faervel for over two hundred years.

I carried him to the bathroom, shutting the door with my foot. I set him in the tub still in his blanket and helped him unwrap himself from it, then unwrapped the wrapping from his hips and the bandages on his thighs. His hips were bruised very badly on the outside, and the cuts on his thighs were ugly red gashes against his skin. Fae started to shiver and went to pull his knees up, probably to hide himself, but he yelped when he moved his legs. I gently slid the blanket and wrappings out of the tub from under him, taking them and setting them on the floor. I turned the tub water on warm and let it fill up.

"I'll be right back, okay?" I said to Fae, picking up the blanket. He looked at me and nodded.

I took his blanket and put it in the wash, starting it before going back to the bathroom. The water was almost full, but Fae seemed to be passing out. I quickly held his head and shook him gently. "Hey, hey stay awake," I said to him a little urgently. He opened his eyes fully again and they rolled back forward when I shook him, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I think Fae's epileptic, but so far I don't have enough evidence. He passes out and shakes a lot in his sleep sometimes, and when he sees very bright lights or if the lights flicker a lot, but I can't tell if it's seizures or repercussions of being raped for hours on end every day.

I quickly washed Fae, then dressed and rewrapped his hips and thighs before wrapping him in his blanket and gently setting him in the back of his cage again. "Goodnight," I told him quietly, and he blinked at me in response from his blanket. I shut his cage and raised it back to the ceiling before walking to my room of the club.