Goldie cowered in the corner of his and his boyfriend's bedroom. Foxy has been extremely aggressive today, more so than he already is.
       "F-Foxy I-I'm sorry..." Goldie whimpered. Foxy growled, scaring the golden bear even more. The crimson red fox bared his teeth, grabbing Goldie by the collar of his shirt and forcing him to look into his burning golden eyes.
      "I told ye not ta say anything loike t'at Golden! Ye never listen anymore!" Foxy yelled, pulling him closer. "Ye embarrassed me in front of my family, now I have no choice but ta teach ye a lesson!" He screeched, slamming the young golden bear's back into the wall. Goldie cringed, tears dripping down his face as he felt Foxy's lips against his, the older male's hand running up his shirt. Goldie didn't fight him knowing that if he did, all hell will break loose.

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  4:30, Goldie jumped awake in the bed of his abusive boyfriend. He took a look around his dark surroundings and suppressed a sigh.
        'It's still the same hell I call home...' He thought tiredly. He cautiously laid back down and turned away from the sleeping fox, closing his eyes and trying to fall asleep once again. Ten minutes soon passed and he was still awake, his white eyes slowly opening again as he sat up once more. He moved the covers from his naked body and moved off the bed, wincing slightly when he stood. He pulled on his boxers and grabbed a pair of shorts from the dresser, walking into the bathroom for a quick shower. He shut the bathroom door and locked it, turning on the water and waiting for it to be the right temperature. While he was waiting, he took  good look at himself in the mirror.

He looked like shit.

Scars, cuts, and bruises  littered his face, arms, chest, back, and legs. The  site made him want to break down, scream and break everything he could reach. He quickly looked away, turning his attention back to the shower, and stepped in. The hot water made him cringe at first, but it helped ease the pain that he always feels.

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It was a quarter after five when he got out of the shower, feeling slightly better after his treatment. He dried himself off with the towel, getting dressed. He wiped the fog off the mirror and took another good look at himself, sighing when he didn't look any different from the first time. The young golden bear walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, freezing when he heard the footsteps of the abusive crimson fox he calls his boyfriend.
         "Golden...Where t'e fuck are ye..?" The tired voice of Foxy called, a yawn following.
      "I-in the kitchen Foxy." Goldie called back hesitantly. Foxy walked into the kitchen, his fur a mess and his eyes still looking sleepy.
       "T'ere ye are... What t'e hell are ye doin' up..?" Foxy yawned, rubbing his eyes.
       "I-I just couldn't sleep. So I decided to take a shower." Goldie replied. Foxy nodded absentmindedly, giving the smaller male a quick kiss before walking back to bed. Goldie shivered, hating when Foxy acted sweet for no reason. He grabbed a cup from the cupboard, filling it up with water before downing it.

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By the time evening rolled around, Goldie had brand new claw marks and bruises. He was raped again, forced into having sex with a man he once loved. It was 6:30 now, and Goldie had just finished getting dressed in his work uniform after having to take another shower.  Foxy had already left to go out drinking with some friends, so the golden bear was alone for the little time he has to himself. He used a little makeup to dull down the new bruises on his face, sparing one more sad glance at himself before grabbing his phone, wallet, and keys; walking out the front door.

NightBear15 signing off...