Escaping His Gilded Cage

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He watched coldly as people abused and whipped me, forcing me to watch videos of myself being bullied

I was a sinner, sold by him to the arena to be used by people day and night

Even death was a luxury, and I was worse than a dog, because he said this was my punishment for wanting to marry him

I was locked inside a custom-made iron cage, surrounded by darkness, and only during the performances could I briefly see the light.

My hands and feet were locked in chains, and I lay on the ground because this position made me feel a little more comfortable.

Click-clack.

The sound of leather shoes scraping against the floor came, and I knew he had arrived, so I prostrated myself and begged for mercy, Mr. Mason, please let me go.

What answered me was Masons soft laugh.

Liam, you regret it now, dont you? If you hadnt told my parents, Tristan and I wouldnt have been separated!

I didnt!

I had never told his parents anything, and my refusal to admit it only brought me another vicious beating from him.

He picked up a candle and lit it, saying, Still wont admit it.

Wax dripped onto my body, and my skin stung with a burning pain, so I lay flat on the ground and endured the burns on my flesh, because the cold floor could ease the pain.

When the candle finally burned out, he lashed me again and again with a whip, and the smell of blood filled the air as I lay dying on the floor.

He stepped on my cheek and said, Dont ever think about leaving.

Before a person dies, they always remember the beautiful moments from the past

I was an orphan, and when I was six, my parents died in a car accident, my relatives were unwilling to raise me, and after they discussed where I should go, I was eventually sent to an orphanage.

When I was eight, I was adopted by Masons family.

My foster parents treated me very well, and I became Masons most loyal little shadow.

He never disliked me either, and we lived like two people joined at the hip until he met Tristan.

Mason told me excitedly that Tristan had accepted his confession.

The two of them often went on dates, and I always lied to cover for them.

Two months later, my foster parents found out that Mason was dating a man, and in a fit of rage, they contacted a conversion camp to take him away.

Mason begged me to help him buy time, and while he left through the back door, I helped stall my foster parents, but I did not know which part went wrong, because he was still caught and sent to the conversion camp.

After the treatment ended, he sent me to the underground arena, where he often abused me and found people to humiliate me.

I once asked him why.

He answered calmly, Only you knew about me and Tristan.

A huge basin of cold water splashed me awake, and I opened my eyes in confusion.

He walked toward me step by step with a branding iron, and when the heat pressed against my shoulder, there was a sharp sizzle.

The smell of scorched skin spread through the dungeon.

Liam, you like me.

My heart pounded wildly, and I lowered my head in silence, but my trembling body exposed my thoughts.

Yes, I like you.

I admitted it, because even after being tortured and abused by him, my heart still moved because of him.

He waved lightly, and two bodyguards clamped down on my arms, dragged me out of the cage, and one of them grabbed my neck with more and more force.

Feeling close to death, I closed my eyes in despair, because dying would also be a release.

Its not that easy to die, and Ill keep torturing you until you admit your sin.

He kicked me in the chest.

It hurt so much, hurting straight through my heart.

Hes yours.

He left.

The two bodyguards grinned viciously and tore off my clothes, while I lay on the cold floor with trembling fingers and stinging eyes

Ignoring the sticky fluid on my body, I curled up against the corner of the cage and sobbed softly.

I had resisted countless times and failed every time, and I had not even once escaped the dungeon.

I pressed myself against the cold cage to ease the burning pain in my shoulder.

I had never thought I would become a beast slave, because Mason had clearly treated me like a brother, but those cold, disgusted eyes made me want to go home so badly.

At eight oclock that night, it was performance time again.

A black cloth covered the cage, and I did not know where I was being taken.

When I opened my eyes, I saw dozens of masked men, and the surroundings were decorated in glittering luxury, so this was a private club.

Mason wore a red suit and introduced me in the cage, saying I was highly entertaining

The big screen played a video of me being humiliated, along with detailed introductions of poses and sensitive spots

I was only an item that could be traded at any time, so I laughed at myself and waited for the buyer.

A huge bathtub was pushed onto the stage.

Mason held a microphone and smiled at me, saying, Todays appetizer is a bathtub spa.

The corners of his lips lifted, and he was in an excellent mood.

Everyones gaze focused on me, and that intense staring made my entire body uncomfortable.

I shrank into a ball in fear and said, Mason, dont Im begging you.

You only need to lie in the bathtub and enjoy being touched, and you dont want those videos to be seen by people who know you, do you? Friends, classmates, family

His threat completely broke my heart, and my head ached with numb pain as all my strength left me.

Liam, what are you still hoping for?

He will not let me go.

Every step I took toward the bathtub felt like walking across knife tips, and when I stumbled to the tub, I looked back at those masked men and saw their mocking, eager eyes, as if they were watching a show.

I slowly entered the water, and the icy water covered my body.

He grabbed my hair, and the masked men gathered around the bathtub while countless fluids splashed everywhere

If you cant satisfy the VIPs, then go die!

Masons cold voice echoed beside my ear.

I lifted my hand weakly and helped them find pleasure, but these people were not satisfied with only that.

One hand after another reached into the water.

So disgusting I was so filthy

In that short half hour, I suffered endless humiliation and lay over the edge of the bathtub, gasping for breath.

The clean water had turned completely murky.

I could not remember how many times I had been stretched to the point of pain, or how many tearing aches I had endured

Being alive was truly exhausting, and I had no courage left

My vision blurred, and I could not see the people around me clearly, so I floated in the water, and perhaps because this was the moment of release, I gave up struggling and let them move as they pleased.

He seems to have stopped breathing.

I was dragged up and thrown onto the floor.

I could not open my eyes, and a pair of hands pressed on my chest, making me open my mouth to vomit and cough.

Mason slapped me across the face, and when I met his cold, disgusted eyes, he said, Playing dead again.

Did everyone have fun?

Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Hale.

The many masked men were satisfied with my performance, and finally, I could return to the dungeon.

A hood was put over my head, and I was taken away.

I returned to the cold, damp dungeon.

The bodyguards pushed in a television, playing the scene of me being humiliated by everyone in the bathtub

I angrily smashed against the cage and shouted, Turn it off!

I kept struggling and roaring in rage, and I did not know how long I shouted.

Then the familiar sound of leather shoes rang out, and he came.

Inside the cage, I begged, Mason, for the sake of what we used to have, please stop playing it.

Liam, you want to talk to me about what we used to have? Do you deserve that? He took the remote and turned up the volume, saying, Prepare three TVs and place them around the cage to play twenty-four hours a day, because I want you to see videos of yourself being humiliated every second.

I curled up, buried my head against my knees, and wept with my eyes closed in despair.

You told on us and ruined me and Tristan, and he was tortured by his parents, sent to study in a strange country, and cut off all contact with me, and all of this happened because of you, a sinner! I want you to suffer a thousand times, ten thousand times worse for the rest of your life!

I want you to despair in endless regret, and this is only the appetizer, because Ill find two wolfdogs to be your husbands.

I didnt! I didnt tell on you, so please just let me die.

Become the wife of dogs

I crawled on my knees to his feet and kept kowtowing as I begged, No please.

Tears kept falling, and I knocked my head until I went numb, but even when my forehead split open, I did not dare stop.

He stood at the edge of the cage, reached in, grabbed my hair, and looked at my miserable state, saying, Dont worry, Ill make you live in hell forever.

My scalp felt like it was tearing, and I trembled as I looked at him, like he was a demon that had crawled out of hell, even though we had clearly grown up together.

Mason, why cant you let me go?

A bodyguard handed over a black baton, and I knew there was no escaping this beating, so I curled up to protect my head.

Liam, I found a diary in your room, and your love makes me sick.

He opened the diary and read from it.

4/18, sunny. Mason accidentally held my hand on the way to school, and I was so happy. It feels like the distance between us has gotten smaller

You think youre worthy of wanting me?

He snorted coldly and struck me with the black baton, and a jolt of electricity attacked my body.

So it was a stun baton.

I roared at him to get away.

He smiled and scattered photos of me being bullied into the cage.

My eyes nearly split with rage, and my eyes hurt so much that even my tears had run dry.

Mason, do you really love him that much? For him, you turned me into something neither human nor ghost! I questioned him loudly.

More than ten years of growing up together since childhood could not compare to a man he had known for three months.

Masons movements paused slightly, then he stared at me darkly, grabbed my ear, and sneered, You made me lose my lover forever, so Ill torture you until you go insane and make you suffer the pain of having your bones scraped and flesh carved away every day.

He always did what he said, and all kinds of torture methods made me drift through hell.

He sent a dedicated medical team to treat me, and silver needles pierced through the nails of all ten of my fingers, blood flowing out while the pain drilled into my heart.

He drugged my food, and when I was dazed with desire and clung to the iron bars, he would use a high-pressure water gun to blast my body.

I was worse than a dog.

Mason did not treat me like a person.

Curled up in the corner, I silently thought that it would have been better if I had grown up in the orphanage.

Then none of this would have happened.

If time could turn back, I would not want to know you again.

In the dark, damp dungeon, I could not see my surroundings clearly, my vision was blurry, and my hands and feet felt weak.

At first, I was still given three meals on time, but later it was often only porridge, then sour food surrounded by flies, and now even food had been canceled.

Your performance didnt bring in any profit, so you dont deserve to eat.

Hahahaha.

I was a sinner.

I was blindfolded and taken away again.

The bodyguard fastened a dog chain around my neck and tied me to a pillar in the hall.

The bodyguard did not take off my hood, and the surroundings were very quiet.

I knelt quietly, and the chain was still choking me tightly.

Perform peeing.

It was Masons voice.

I had no choice but to lift my left leg and urinate on the pillar.

If I did not follow Masons orders, he would kill me.

I had long been used to this kind of torture.

Mason took off my hood.

I was inside a huge cage.

There were people all around me, wearing suits and formal clothes, holding champagne as they whispered to each other.

Mr. Hales tastes are pretty special.

This dog is pretty wild, and peeing on a pillar makes him a good dog.

They pointed at me and commented, and they even praised me as a good dog.

The screen behind me played a video of me naked and being trained.

Mason exposed me to everyone and smiled as he talked about the training process.

Mason, leave me some dignity.

Mason whipped me in front of everyone and said, Dignity? Liam, youre nothing but a filthy dog!

I lowered my head, knelt, and begged for mercy, saying, Please, let me go, I really didnt tell on you

Mason smiled maliciously and said, I can let you go.

He controlled my life and death.

You just peed on my floor.

I knelt and tried to wipe that spot clean.

But he kicked me in the stomach and said, Lick it clean.

I looked up at Mason, and the corners of his lips lifted.

There was a puddle of yellow liquid on the floor.

I stuck out my tongue and licked it clean inch by inch.

The gazes of everyone below the stage suffocated me.

I moved mechanically, but Mason was still not satisfied.

Anyone who wants to tease the dog can come on stage.