Daniel's POV:

Where… The walls around me were ice-cold to the touch, rough like stone. I couldn’t say for certain though. I had to squint real hard at the top to see a ray or two of what seemed like a light. I tried to stand up but soon realized chains were holding me in place. Chains which were connected to cuffs. I had a collar around my neck, like a cuff, made it impossible to move my head more than a few inches away from the wall. My hands were cuffed together, and my feet were cuffed the same way, chained to the wall opposite to me. I was not getting out of these chains, so I just sat, trying to occupy my mind by counting. I only realized I was sitting in a box and not a cell when I felt the floor beneath me bump as we picked up speed. It wasn’t long before whatever vehicle I was on slowed down… Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.. Fuck. Please tell me I’m not going to die. The latch to the door flipped open with a click, and expecting sunlight, I winced.

To my surprise, it was still dark out. The ominous, large, figure reached out, and thoughtlessly, I slapped the hand away as hard as I could… Being as my hands were cuffed, the hand only moved aside slightly before unclipping my chains from the wall behind me, and before I could stand up, the figure stepped forward, into the already confined space, looped my hand chain around my collar, and clipped it to the front so my arms stuck out like chicken wings. The figure then unclipped my legs, took out a leash, and clipped it to my collar, “follow me,” the person said curtly, waiting patiently outside the box only for me to trip because of the limited movability of my legs. Under the dim moonlight, I finally saw that it was a woman all along. She had a petite body but muscular arms and legs. I yelped when she flipped me over, onto her shoulder, carrying me whilst muttering, “so slow,” 

“Don’t even try screaming,” she warns. Despite her warning, the moment she stepped out onto the streets, I hollered, screamed, and waved. The people didn’t even look at me. The ones who did looked at me with scorn, and that’s when I realized they all had a chained man or two crawling on the ground behind them, or a butler, servant of some kind. The color drained out of my face, “HELP!” I hollered again and again until she brought us into a big warehouse. 

“Why do they all scream,” a voice scoffs from behind me.

“Careful,” the woman says, “he’s precious cargo.”

“Hmm?”

“Oh! This one! He’s going to be a whore for The Minister,” A man wearing a lab coat enters with a wide smile on his face, he raises my head by my chin, examining me as if I were a collection of body parts, “very pale… skin, I wonder why The Minister called for him specifically-” 

“Really?” another man turned to look at me. At that exact moment, I viciously turned my head and bit the man’s hand, “OW-” he ripped his hand from my mouth, nursing it.

“A wild little lady,” the other man grins, “this one will be fun to mess around with.”

My mouth felt drier than the Sahara.

“Chain him up, Lily,” The man in the lab coat ordered the woman carrying me, to which she nodded and carried me over to a station, or a room that’s covered in white bathroom tiles, with a little drain at the center. Lily chains my collar to the ceiling, and she spreads my legs apart from each other, and chain a leg to my left, and one to my right, securely to the wall right behind me. the scientist or man I bit rolled in a cart with a garden hose and a few syringes on top. 

“Fuck, what is that?!” I shivered involuntarily, scooted back although my back was already touching the wall behind me. 

He stared at me for a moment, “I’m Alfred, and I’m going to be your examiner for the evening. He slips on a pair of medical gloves, and moves the cart closer to me, grabbing the big syringe and holding up my ass with uncanny strength, “look at me,” he said warningly, but it was only when he pinched my butt cheek, did I stare down at my hole with him. 

“You’re going to do this yourself on a daily schedule now. I am about to give you an enema, and it’s going to hurt, okay?” He pushes the tip into my ass and slowly pushes in warm water until the syringe is empty. I hissed and squirmed, but with his firm hand clenching down on my butt cheek, I yelped, tears bordering my eyes, “fuck! Please, stop-”

“Stop squirming,” he responded tartly, “my hand’s getting sore.”

I hissed, “then stop doing this-” I gasped as he dropped my ass as suggested, the already bruised spot lands on the ground, sending tingles up to my shoulder blades. Tears roll down my face as I sit there, still grasping something to cope with the leftover shock. He sighs as he pulls me forward so that my feet are shaped in a V, my butt still exposed. He glares at me, “did I allow you to release the water yet?” I tilted my head forwards, seeing a puddle of brownish matter, flooding out of my lower orifice, my eyes widened with fear, “u-u-h I don’t-I don’t know..”

He rolls his eyes, “and what do you say when you’ve made a mistake?”

I blank for a moment, “a mistake?”

“...Okay, The Minister will expect you to kneel while lifting up your ass to say, I’m sorry for the inconvenience, please punish me, master,” 

I chuckle, “what am I, a child?”

He answers, “actually, most little girls start out as toilets before progressing towards furniture, dog, slave, then maid if you’re lucky… But for you, it seems it matters what the minister wants.”

“A girl? I’m a man,” I say, “it’s factual-”

He snorts, “if you hold your pride in your penis, you’ll suffer through the ending ceremony.”

Ending ceremony? 

I endure through at least five rounds of inserting water and releasing, before he stands up, hose in hand, rinsing me down with warm water. Before he rolls the cart out, I ask, “what’s your name again?”

“..Alfred” He pauses, but he turns to leave without saying anything. 

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