[Poggio]

“I hate you.” It was the first thing he said when the man grabbed him. Each step of the way back up stairs, Avery kicked, punched, bit, anything he could do to the man that would hurt him. He wasn't just happy leaving a few boot prints on his expensive clothing. He was ceremoniously dumped on the bed. In his dazed state he missed another chance to escape, having been chained to the bed before he could recover. He refused to acknowledge the man as his master and kept his mouth shut as the man toyed with his flesh. He subtle shift in breathing was the only thing that gave him away. Every so often, Avery would pull against his chains to swat the mans hand away or wiggle away from his touch. He didn't want the heat from his body to cloud his judgment. Luckily he still had his clothing on.