The old creaking chair rocked fro and back. The wood had been worn away so the chair was precariously balanced. The door opened and in stepped the Man. The Man took one look at the bloody body and smiled. The enthralling smell of a decomposing and rotting body amused him while any other would have been pushing down their gag response after seeing the body.

The prisoners face was bloody and beyond recognition. One of his beautiful sky blue eyes was hanging out of his socket as blood ran from it. His mouth had been sewn shut and the needle was left stuck into his mouth. His screaming had been too loud so the Man decided to silence him permanently. He wasn't going anywhere anyway.

He had a brand on his left cheek while the skin on his right cheek had been peeled of all the way down to his neck. The brand was deep, all the way to the bone, as if someone was keeping it fresh; branding him every hour on schedule. The blood was crusty around the brand highlighting it even further on his pale skin.

A bit of light shone through the cellar window accentuated his near naked body covered up by a few scraps. His chest was bleeding from the various injuries he had; belt marks, cigarette burns, bruises, and lots more. The most prominent was a word carved into his chest. A single word carved into his chest; MINE.

Mine, Mine, Mine. He was a possession now, he was nothing. He was not even human anymore, he had lost to much. His body, his mind, his freedom, and his spirit.

Then the Man turned around and smiled. It was time…