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Master and Slave

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Darksoul540

Published: Jan 12, 2011

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He used him
He abused him
Oh, how he loved to torture him.

He hated the pain
He wanted to run from it all
But, he fell too deep into the shadows.

He whipped him
He hung him from a cross
Oh, how he loved his little play thing.

He screamed in agony
He cried tears of blood
He prayed and prayed for the pain to stop.

He stopped for a second
Then continued to play with his toy
Until he heard silent moans.

He wanted more from his master
His master gave him everything he had wanted
Oh, how the master loved his personal slave.

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