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    You said you could do the first post, so I made the thing.

    It was an early morning and Sam was making breakfast for his master as usual. He was cooking eggs and bacon and he soon set them on a plate, but he rearranged it into a smiley face. The bacon was the smile and the eggs were the eyes. He smiled and he delivered it to his master who was sitting at the table, he hoped he would say good job but he never did. "Here's your dinner!" He told his master, forgetting to call him 'master' which usually got him in big trouble.

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    Drew raised an eyebrow at the child, pausing.
    "Forgetting something, Kid?"He prompted in a low voice.

    "I-I'm sorry, master." He whimpered softly and he glanced down at the food he made for Drew, hoping he would mention how cool the smiley face would look like or something like that. He felt hungry, he hadn't eaten in a couple days, though he usually sneaked food from the trashcan, but he was usually caught and punished severely.

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    Drew said nothing in response, just began to eat. He shot something like a glare at Sam, but remained silent.

    He looked away from the glare and he glanced out at the window, it was sunny and warm. Sam wished he could go outside and play and have fun like 'normal' children. He tugged at his old shirt and he glanced back at Drew.

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    "When was the last time you ate?"Drew inquired quietly as he ate, casting a slightly nicer look at Sam.

    "A few days." He said and he hungrily looked at the eggs and bacon that was on the plate. He did the unthinkable, he grabbed a piece of bacon from Drew's plate and ate it. He knew Drew would be angry at him and hurt him probably.

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    Drew paused, before his eyes lifted slowly to Sam's face, "That wasn't permission to take my food,"He growled.

    Sam whimpered and he backed away a little, but his back hit against the window and wall. He glanced up at Drew. "A-Am I in trouble?" He whimpered. Usually if Sam was caught taking food, he was force to throw up the food.

    Drew said nothing further as he ate, contemplating his options.
    "Yes,"He decided quietly as he finished his food.

    "W-What's my punishment?" He whimpered, he hoped it was just a beating and not an extreme punishment. He looked down at the floor, crying quietly. Drew disliked it when Sam cried loudly.

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    Drew thought for a short while, standing up,"Do the dishes while I think, and if I catch you stealing scraps it'll be worse,"He threatened, walking into the living room.

    He whimpered softly and he took the plate and cup, but before that he just took a little lick of eggs and salt and he started to wash it. He hoped the morsel of eggs would fill him up along with the bacon. He hen washed the cup of coffee, not daring to drink it in case he was caught. He hoped his punishment won't be too painful or harsh. He hoped it would be a beating or spanking since he rather have those than other punishments he made up.

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    Drew sat down at his desk, though he didn't do much. He thought for awhile, closing his eyes. He couldn't keep Sam from eating for much longer, could he? No. After coming up with and idea, he stood back up and walking back into the kitchen.

    Sam finished drying the dishes and he put them back to their rightful place. He glanced nervously at Drew, wondering what his punishment would be. "W-What is it, m-master?" He said quietly.

    "You will spend the night in the basement,"Drew responded calmly, his voice quiet and almost expressionless.

    "N-No! Not that!" He cried and he shook his head. "I-It's dark and scary down there, p-please change my punishment!" He sobbed. "I rather be tortured or beaten!" He told him.

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    Now, Drew smirked,"No,"He stated firmly,"It's a basement, nothing too awful. Deal with it."

    Sam just sobbed and he backed away, but his back bumped against the counter. "P-Please Drew!" He cried, he wasn't allowed to call Drew by his name.