Mikaela sat at the corner of his room, his head resting against the cold wall, his blue eyes staring at that locked door without any life. His skin was almost white that made him look like a porcelain doll. He felt nothing at all. He knew the rules to this little sick world. Hush, listen, obey, and never object, do it to survive.
The door became unlocked and out of instinct, the blonde boy stood up, his dull dead eyes still remaining to the door. Like a zombie, he walked to the center of the room, hands resting at the side. Ragged clothes were barely clinging onto his body. He blinked, standing properly, chin up and face so emotionless, his arms now resting behind his small back.
“…Good to see that you finally understand what to do…” The man walked in, silver hair flowing behind as he walked up to Mikaela. He ran his gloved hand through the boy’s hair, “My dear child… I will allow you a few moments of freedom outside. You may buy yourself some food to fatten up…”
“Thank you Lord Ferid…” Mikaela said in monotone as he held his hand out, blue eyes staring into those vicious red eyes. “You are so kind…”
“If you have trouble, don’t hesitate to call me, I will pick you up and we can have a nice ride home”
“Alright…”
Ferid handed the child a wad of cash and walked out, waving at him, “Buy yourself some new clothing as well… I’ll see you tonight”
Mikaela grasped the money against his hand and scowled once he was gone. He walked out of his bedroom, putting on the usual emotionless face. He had to not smile, cry, or scream in utter frustration and anger as it will make all the pain worse. Keep it all bottled up, no one will notice. Especially since he’s done it for a while.
Mikaela sat at the corner of his room, his head resting against the cold wall, his blue eyes staring at that locked door without any life. His skin was almost white that made him look like a porcelain doll. He felt nothing at all. He knew the rules to this little sick world. Hush, listen, obey, and never object, do it to survive. The door became unlocked and out of instinct, the blonde boy stood up, his dull dead eyes still remaining to the door. Like a zombie, he walked to the center of the room, hands resting at the side. Ragged clothes were barely clinging onto his body. He blinked, standing properly, chin up and face so emotionless, his arms now resting behind his small back. “…Good to see that you finally understand what to do…” The man walked in, silver hair flowing behind as he walked up to Mikaela. He ran his gloved hand through the boy’s hair, “My dear child… I will allow you a few moments of freedom outside. You may buy yourself some food to fatten up…” “Thank you Lord Ferid…” Mikaela said in monotone as he held his hand out, blue eyes staring into those vicious red eyes. “You are so kind…” “If you have trouble, don’t hesitate to call me, I will pick you up and we can have a nice ride home” “Alright…” Ferid handed the child a wad of cash and walked out, waving at him, “Buy yourself some new clothing as well… I’ll see you tonight” Mikaela grasped the money against his hand and scowled once he was gone. He walked out of his bedroom, putting on the usual emotionless face. He had to not smile, cry, or scream in utter frustration and anger as it will make all the pain worse. Keep it all bottled up, no one will notice. Especially since he’s done it for a while.
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