The Fear (Part VI)

VI.-

Beltrán was living this second phase of his kidnapping with the same fear as before, but now with no hope or hint of rebellion. The spark that had led him to escape had been extinguished. He didn't feel strong enough to take any action that would imply confronting the Lord, his undisputed owner.

Beltrán believed that his Master had demonstrated having everything under control. And he was not mistaken: the Lord had him in his clutches and had no intention of releasing this precious prey. In his mind, he had everything planned and thought out the moment for each act, for his pleasure and enjoyment, to assert his power and control over the boy he now considered his total and absolute property.

Every moment of his stay in this harsh captivity was designed to break him, control him, and make him aware that his existence was miserable, small, and worthless. Nothing could give him comfort or joy, only sought to intimidate him, cause him pain, and subject him to permanent fear.

Now he was naked, in a cage, alone, in a dark, humid, and hot room, with poor ventilation. He hadn't eaten or drunk, nor could he clean himself. The cage was small, narrow, uncomfortable, and evident of his irrelevant position.

He had been able to sleep a little, but was startled and anguished, and woke up overwhelmed and tired. His back hurt from the position he was in inside the cage, and his nipples also hurt from the punishment of the previous day.

A long time later, Elían was the one who opened the door and took him out of the cage. He led him, crawling on all fours, like a dog, naked, and led by a chain that came from the collar on his neck to near where the Lord was having breakfast.

"I see you brought the dog and that it's fine, I'm glad," says the Master.

"Yes, my Lord, I brought it as you ordered."

"It's time to feed it."

"Yes, my Lord, I'll do it now."

And the dog remained about three meters from the Lord, on all fours, looking at the ground, controlling his fear, forcing himself to breathe with some tranquility, although his nervousness was evident.

At that moment, Elían arrived with a large wooden plate and poured integral oats into it.

"My Lord," Elían asks, "should the dog be fed with milk?"

"Usually, I would answer yes, but we have to save, this dog has cost a lot due to its escape. Moisten the oats with your urine, and that's what the dog will eat."

"Yes, my Lord, I'll do it."

And Elían proceeded exactly as the Lord had ordered him: he pulled out his penis and began to urinate, first directly onto the grass, and then into the bowl containing the oats intended to feed Beltrán. He placed it in front of the boy and shouted:

"Eat, eat!"

Beltrán brought his mouth closer to the bowl and swallowed a bit of the oatmeal bathed in urine, and as he did, he had a violent retch, which meant a violent kick...