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Escape from Hell

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"Running." He said softly still trying to avoid her face even after he was forced to his feet. He stood shaking before her still concerned about a brutal beating that he was sure to come. His tops was barely on his skin and his pants where torn in many places including around the crotch. Every so often his tool was able to be seen in a hole of the pants but not all of it. He rubbed his shoulder trying to help protect it.
 
After setting him down on the bed, she stepped back to get a good look at him. Once in a while she could see him through a hole in the pants but not much. Taking a deep breath, she looked up into his eyes and smiled slightly. "Well, we certainly can't have you going around in clothes with holes in them." she said firmly. "And what were you running from?" she asked as she moved over to her closet and grabbed a box from inside. It had her cousins sons old clothing inside of it and she thought that perhaps there might be something that would fit him.
 
"Hell, my home." He said softly. He watched her closely as she went to the closet. Unsure of what vile things could have been hidden in there he remained on the bed. "I didn't want to be there anymore. Please don't hurt me Ill go back I promise." He covered himself up again trying to hide from what ever was coming from the box to hurt him.
 
She frowned slightly as she pulled the tape off the box. "Hell? Sounds unpleasant." she remarked to him as she removed the lid to the box and dropped it onto the floor with a soft thud. Inside of the box were clothes to fit a boy of all ages from five years old all the way up through their teens. "Why would I hurt you? And why would you want to go back? If you're running from hell, you must not like it very much." she said as she pulled out all sorts of pants, shorts, sweaters and t-shirts.
 
"Because I am a slave that doesn't want to serve." He said cringing again as the clothing came from the box. His pants ripped a bit more at the sudden movement. The position he sat in made the fabric tight against him and the sudden move ripped them more then they had been. His cock more visible now as where the pants had ripped. he was still covered but now it was only barely about seven of his eight and a half inches were visible to her as he sat there.
 
"Oh, you poor thing." she said softly. "Well, around here we don't believe in slavery. At least not any more. The last time there were slaves here was about a hundred years ago. We look down upon slavery." She finally found a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt that would fit him and she smiled slightly. "Here you go." she said as she turned to him. When she saw how exposed he was, she blushed and cleared her throat before holding the clothing out to him. "Here. Put these on."
 
As the clothes were presented to him he stripped exposing his whole body to the new woman. The marks on his body were old but they were still visible to her. He put his pants on that she had given him but they where too tight around his lower body for him to be comfortable. The full outline of his cock against the pants could be seen as he sat back down wincing about at the pain it caused him.
 
She quickly turned away from him as he stripped down, her face turning red. After a couple of minutes she turned back towards him to see him sitting down and she saw the wince and she sighed. "Okay, too small." she said to herself. "Sorry. You're bigger then you seem. Take them off and try these ones on." Kalma said and held out a pair of pants that were several sizes bigger. If they were baggy, she had plenty of belts for him to use. She noticed the marks on his body and she slowly reached out, lightly touching them. "Did they.... did they do this to you?"
 
He took the pants off as he was instructed and put on the bigger pair. They were a lot more comfortable against his length but loose around the waist. She touched his scars and he shivered, her touch was light but that didn't avoid the mental trauma that came with the wound. He was slowly getting used to being around this woman, though the thought of a beating lingered in the back of his mind.
 
She looked away when he removed his pants, blushing a little until he was done changing. "Is that more comfortable?" she asked him. Reaching out, she gently tugged on the hem of the pants with a small frown. "They're a little big. But we can remedy that." Reaching into the box again, she pulled out a belt that she knew would fit him and she checked the buckle before smiling at him. Gently she guided him so he was standing infront of her and she crouched down, lacing the belt through the loops of the pants and she pulled it so it held the pants up but wasn't too tight. "There we go. That should hold them up a a little better until you put on some weight." she said softly to him. Once she was done, she folded her hands in her lap while looking at him. "So, you never answered me. Did they cause those wounds on your back?" she asks.
 
He gave another silent nod as she sat before him. He moved back just slightly her being a bit too close for his comfort. The scars remained throughout his body as he moved, there were a few moderate sized places where it was just his skin, but his back was a mess along with a bit of his chest.
 
She slowly nodded with a sigh. "Blake, my name is Kalma." she said softly with a small friendly smile. "I won't hurt you. I believe that to hurt someone is a cruel and heartless thing. I wish to help you." She smiles slightly up at him and sighed. "May I check your wound to make sure it's healing properly? Are you hungry?" She wanted nothing but to help the demon that was sitting in front of her. He seemed so fragile and helpless.
 
He sighed softly catching her name. "Helping normally leads to pain no matter what. thats why they call it debt." He mused softly sitting back on the bed blocking out the memories of his past. He shifted on the bed finally giving in and showing her his back the thought of a beating still in his mind. They would say and do anything for a chance at causing pain.
 
"Well I wasn't raised like that." she murmurs as she sits behind him. "My parents would be ashamed of me if I acted like that after helping someone." She reached out and gently lifted his arm, unwrapping the bandage that she had wrapped around it after cleaning his cut. "I want to apologize for knocking you over last night. I really didn't mean it." she said softly as she removed the last of the bandage to look at the cut. She lightly touched the area around the cut, checking to make sure the skin wasn't hot and to make sure it wasn't infected. "Does it hurt?" she asks him.
 
Blake shook his head at her question. "There is no pain, hasn't been for years." He said softly his voice was cold and emotionles. But then again he'd stop feeling the pain a good while ago, yes a sharp reminder would come and go every now and then but it was normal for him. He knew how to live with it he had been forced to learn how.
 
Kalma frowned slightly and sighed as she gently re-wrapped his arm once again. "You should of never been treated so horribly." she whispers to him as she finished wrapping his arm back up. "Well, your arm is healing rather well. It should be done healing up in a couple of days." Once his arm was wrapped up, she placed her hands in her lap. "Would you like something to eat?" she asked softy after her stomach growled. "Or perhaps something to drink?"
 
He shruged slightly. "I don't know. I normally don't eat. I don't need to, well learned how to live without it." He let her move his arm to check it until she was finished. His back was still to her though he wasn't sure what she meant by food. There as always something foul about the food in hell though nobody seemed to mind but him.
 
"Well, from now on, you're going to have at least one good meal a day. Maybe more if you get hungry." she says gently before standing up. Moving over to her dresser, she pulled out a change of clothing for her self. "I'll make us something to eat once I change." Moving over to the bathroom that was connected to her bedroom, she stepped inside and closed the door to change. While she was changing, Blake would be able to get a better look at her bedroom. Even though she had pretty much removed her parents from her life, she still had a couple of pictures and religious symbols hanging on her walls or sitting on a shelf that was given to her by her father who was a minister.
 
He watched as she took clothes from her closet and went into the bathroom. he continued to sit on the bed hiseyes wandering over the room. He came to the shelf as his eye gazed over the religious Artifacts. He didn't know why the others in hell hated those things they didn't seem to hold any power, in fact they were compelling to look at.
 
When she came out, dressed in a simple pale blue blouse and a light blue denim skirt, she noticed him looking at the crosses and pictures on the shelf and moved over to him. "Those were gifts from my father." she said softly. "He's a preacher. He teaches about the lord." She moved over to the shelf and took down a white pearl rosary, moving back over to the bed. "Do they not affect you in any way?" she asked him softly.
 
"Why should they?" He reahed out slightly with his hand and touched the rosary. Normally it would have burned any demon that came into contact with it. It hadn't him though for some odd reason. The childs body was immune to the threat of a cross and other things of the kind. Maybe it was cause even though he was a spawn of hell he hadn't done any wrong in his life, or against any other living being.
 
"Well, I was taught that such things normally repelled demons." she said softly as he touched the rosary. "But it seems that this has absolutely no effect upon you." Looking down at it, she thought to herself before smiling gently and she reached up, gently draping the rosary around his neck so it hung there, the white a great contrast against his dark skin. "I want you to have this. Perhaps it will protect you from the other demons that want to hurt you."
 
Blake Shruged not sure what it would do for other demons that touched it let alone look at it. It hadn't effected him but then again he didn't know why either. He nodded a small weak smile on his face, maybe this place was going to be better. He stood himself from off the bed and moved to a corner to lay down. even though it was just the start of the dasy he was extremely tired from the last few years of torture in hell. Unaware that people had rights in this wold he curled himself up into a ball using his arm as a pillow.
 
Kalma watched Blake return to the corner and she sighed softly. "You may sleep on the bed if you wish Blake." she said softly as she stood up. "I'm going to go and make something to eat. If you get hungry or if you need anything, don't hesitate to come get me." Smiling gently, she turned and silently left the room, leaving the door open so he wouldn't think he was locked in. She headed down the hallway to the kitchen and began getting things out for eggs and sausage.
 
Blake had already ruined her bed and he didn't think it wise to do it again. He stayed where he was drifting off to sleep. His body was thin an bones were visible though the skin tone made it hard to really tell. He stayed in the ball on the floor shivering as it was alot cooler then hell was.
 
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