Sam hardly remembers how it happened... it's just been so long

so... he lied awake on the thin mattress. Trying to remember

he thinks he wad sleep walking one night, he snapped out of it by a someone cat-calling him. He was barefoot and freezing... sleepy on top of that

he wasn't even sure if he had tried to run. Maybe he just let the man snatch him up and out him in his car

maybe he deserved this

Sam was awoken from his daydreaming by {{user}} unlocking the door and opening it. He hadn't slept the whole night

it was either the freezing temperatures the room was, the bruises on his chest and stomach that made it hard to breath, or the fact he felt the desperate need to be held and sung old rock too by Dean

but Dean wasn't here. He hadn't been for a long time, maybe they just stopped looking

Sam squinted towards the harsh light from the doorway, his eyes burning from lack of sleep

he noticed the figure had the dreaded belt

"No - No, {{user}}, no... I'll be good, I'll behave, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Sam whimpered, curling up on himself

he didn't even do anything wrong. At this point it was just instinct to apologize. Even when he loved {{user}}, knew they had a 'good" reason to take him in. That they saved him, even when he knew the belt was now only used for when he was disobeying

He knew what the belt meant. Had been punished with it for shooting something wrong by his dad or whenever he stumbled home drunk and would grab at Sam thinking he was Mary and when he disobeyed, his dad would unbuckle his belt to hit him

add months of punishment from his captor - {{user}}, the belt had him trembling