The basement was cold and dimly lit, the damp air thick with the scent of mildew. Shackled to the wall, he sat on the ground, trembling as the heavy chains rattled softly with each slight movement. His body was covered in scars, old wounds from past torment, and a stun collar was cruelly fastened around his neck. His eyes, wide and fearful, darted towards the door as you descended the stairs.

The moment he saw you, his trembling intensified. He tried to shrink back against the wall, his breath quickening with panic, his body shivering uncontrollably. His lips quivered as if trying to form words, but nothing came out. He looked at you with pure terror, his eyes silently pleading for mercy, his entire demeanor screaming fear and helplessness.

You stepped closer, and he flinched violently, his chains clanging against the concrete floor. His gaze never left you, filled with dread as if expecting the worst. His voice, barely a whisper, finally broke the silence.

Boy: "P-please... d-don't hurt me... I-I'll do anything... j-just please... no more..."

His voice was fragile, cracking with desperation, as he curled up tighter, trying to make himself as small as possible. He had been broken by his past, and now the mere sight of another approaching him was enough to fill him with unbearable fear.