How long ago had that been? He didn’t know. It felt like hours, even days, and it was still just as dark. He had been fed just before arriving, but felt hungry again, and his stomach rumbled.
He no longer cared what his masters wanted. He knew it wasn’t going to be good. No one put someone through all this to be kind, and he was lying to himself otherwise. However, he realized he it didn’t matter to him anymore. It didn’t matter if they wanted to baby him, to sissyfy him, to display him, to humiliate him, to make him work, to punish him… He just wanted out of the ropes.