Snippet #2048409

The cuffs were slapped on his wrists. Mik didn't even notice what had happened. His body would twitch a little as he was being moved, and when he was set in the room the dreams started. "Mik, your a little bastard. I hate you. I wish we would have never agreed to take you in. You were the worst mistake that me and my husband had ever made." Little Mik had his head down low as he was being treated like nothing by a woman that he thought would love him. He thought wrong.

"Mik, come down here. Your training needs to start now." Roger called up to him. Mik left his foster mother's side, and headed toward the basement with haste. He didn't want the beatings to be any worse then they already were. "Listen here Mik, if you don't make a noise I will do something nice for you." Mik's eyes lit up and he was happy. He wasn't going to make a noise this time. His foster father took off his pants, and then Mik looked to the floor. "Now Mik, don't make a noise. A tear fell from Mik's eyes.

In the room that he was in the large man was crying in his sleep. The woman that was with him had no idea that what he was going through, and no idea how dangerous Mik really was. His eyes opened slowly and he looked around the room. "Where the fuck am I?" Mik tried to raise a hand to his head, then remembered that he just got a fire hydrant to his face; and his hands were bound with special handcuffs for the Anex's. He decided alright, and raised both hands to check his face for anything that was broken. The wounds that he had suffered from it were starting to heal from some of the nanites that he had living in him. It wasn't fast, but it wasn't slow either.

Mik looked about the room, and then he seen the woman and focused his deep lavender, ocular implants on her, "So what the hell is your name? Wait let me guess, your one of the girls that have no personality, and come and go as you please as long as your little master Kalessi says you can. I know exactly what the fuck you are, and well, you can kiss my ass." Mik was trying to provoke the woman, just to see if she is what he thinks she is. He wasn't going to be nice, and sure and hell wasn't going to do anything that was going to help her. Mik spit some blood spit in her direction and just smiled at her. Mik was a decent looking guy, and if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't afford personal hygiene; he would look a hundred times better.

The smile on his face just showed how much of an ass he was going to be to her. Mik started to think to himself, I wonder how pissed off I can make this woman?