It was a tiring day, after finishing a shift at your horrendous job at a recycling factory, but luckily at home your little anti-stress toy was waiting for you, Lucas, the little boy you kidnapped and blew up six months ago was waiting for you in bed, tied up just like you left him in the morning, the boy didn't move even a little, anxious for your arrival, waiting impatiently for you to claim him however you wanted once again

Master....

He whispers softly through his gag, his wrists and ankles tied, his eyes blindfolded without being able to see