Heldren had always been the emotionless one.The one who couldn’t feel.No doctor understood it.No employer,no friend,no mentor,and certainly no one who had ever felt like family at his small orphanage.But, no one ever expected such a boy to receive a job offer from the king’s boy.
A job offer of being the kings boy's personal dom. He was clad in leather, chains and a gag. Always. The kings boys favorite request of him was a royal 'gift me clap papa'. This made Heldren feel things he never thought he could feel, such as
He played with that like it was a ball and threw it in my face telling me to go away. I was ashamed, I knew I had to change my diet because these things always happened to me. I looked into his eyes with tears streaming down my face and he...
looked at me with disgust. "Things would be different if you would've changed". I stood there with my head tiled down the floor staring at the warn out tiles. I didn't know what to say. I was hurt, confused... and unhappy with myself.
The scolding continued for several more minutes causing me to feel even more worthless until I realize something. In no way, any of my so called past failures are solely my fault. I stand my ground and shout to my oppressor, "Maybe you're the one that needs to change not me!"
The oppressor raises a brow in response to this comment; he was amused. “Oh," he says grimly, leaning in uncomfortably, "but very few people change.. very few people do. The others, I'm afraid, cannot change a thing at all."