Mindbroken Finney… after one too many failed attempts to escape, and just as many punishments he’s completely given up. What once would have been a glimmer of hope is just another trick set up by his captor. He knows that Al will tempt him to break rules, to be a naughty boy. Al delights in every opportunity to punish the boy by violating every inch, inside and out. Body and mind, all is tainted by those cruel hands. There’s nothing more that he loves than to see that hollow expression on Finney’s face, how he lays there as limp as a doll discarded after play. It’s all part of molding him into the perfect boy that Al knows he can be.
Overtime, the luring becomes more and more obvious. It started off with an unlocked door, then led to leaving the door ajar. Maybe the rules would change with Finney’s compliance, allowing him to wander upstairs while monitored but never dare leave the house. Gaze out of the window too long? He’d hear the snap of the belt, warning him to not get any ideas. A good boy is grateful for the rare glimpses he’s allowed, as he no longer belongs to the world outside. No, all that matters is him and Al’s perfect little life together.
One day, Al decides to give him a special test. He stands in front of the same door the boy had escaped through before, now adorned with several more locks than that flimsy bike lock. Each one is slowly undone, until the door finally swings open. There, Finney is met with the first breeze of outdoor air he’s not felt in an eternity. It calls to him, begs for him to take the chance. Escape is right there, practically being held out on a silver platter.
Finney doesn’t move an inch. He doesn’t even consider making a break for it. There’s no point. No matter what, Al would always have the upper hand. It’s hopeless.
After a long pause of watching the boy, Al finally shuts the door. Finney’s connection to the outside was severed once more. He didn’t even feel grief or frustration this time, it was to be expected. The life he had before was long gone. All that’s left is a solemn acceptance. This is the rest of his miserable life, and reward is only found in obedience.
Al can’t help but grin at the sight. No wonder he was his special boy. Stepping closer, he would gently cup the boy’s chin in his hand as his thumb strokes his cheek.
“Such a good boy.”, he’d mutter, placing a kiss to Finney’s forehead before lifting his hand to then ruffle his hair.
What a perfect doll indeed.
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