His Eyes Say Yes

Barry groaned, finally just snapping the boy's neck to end this shti. He couldn't STAND screaming.

But he would have to get used to it, Blaine was loud and he was a child and he wouldnt stop.

While the boy was slowly dying, Barry continued fucking around with him, getting one of his knives and shoving it up the child's ass.

The screaming intensified, his small body twitching lifelessly as he felt the knife got in, splitting his walls and literally STABBING his prostate.

Barry hummed, leaving the knife in the boy's hole as he got bored and walked off, leaving him there to die.

And died Blaine dead slowly he lost consciousness, his life slipping away.

Barry did nothing to clean him up but move him to a corner of the room away from everything else.

The boy didnt wake for almost a week, when he did he was hungry and tired...
Wanted his daddy.
Couldnt move.

"Mornin!" Barry called with a chuckle from his spot on the couch.

Blaine groaned, looking over at Barry.
"Morning."
His knees....they hurt.....
One arm was usable, the other still broken like his legs....

"How ya feelin?" Barry smirked, lying back on the couch.

"My knees and mu butt hurts." The boy answered bluntly, twisting his body as he tried to stretch.

"Expected that." He hummed, standing and grabbing the knife out of the boys ass.

Blaine jerked lightly, just jarring his legs and hurting himself, he let out a loud high pitched whine.
"Ow...."

"I need to fuck your voice up like that other bitch. You're really fuckin annoying." He grunted.

Blaine blinked at him.
He wouldnt dare.
"If you werent so mean to people....Not nice to be mean."

"What can I say, its fun." He winked down at Blaine. "And yes I was serious about that. Your screaming is annoying."

"Too bad, your the one who picked me up, dont want a screamer find someone who is quiet, im not." He leaned against the wall. "So....How does this work? Do i get fed, do I starve, do I just sit here what?"

"I can make you quiet though." He flashed his pearly white teeth. "You just sit there until I want you. You'll get fed a little if you're lucky."

Blaine rolled his eyes.
"Your a bad owner." He nodded. "Uncle Trever, though WAY scarier than you, he feeds his bitches. And im not being quiet, ill scream all i want."

"You don't deserve to be fed." He shrugged simply. "I'm so not kidding I will fuck up your vocal chords."

"I so think your blowing smoke, I aint letting you near my vocal chords." He pouted lightly like the child he was.

"I can do it while you're dead hun." He smirked.

"Sure. I doubt you can, once was lucky, second time you will probably just be stupid." He rolled his eyes.
He didnt like Barry.

"You are really dumb kid..." Barry glared