Matt stood and watched as the guests consumed their meals. He would eat anything left over after. Matt would also clean up, escort the guest out, and even service their needs, if they were in the mood. Unfortunately, Matt often found himself doing the last job. But he didn't care anymore. He was alive and he had a home, and Fisk took care of him. He had a small price to pay.

Once in a while, a guest would be brutal. Matt would bleed and be bruised, and barley be able to walk, but Fisk would always help him clean up and recover. Once, a guest had chocked Matt unconscious, and when Matt woke up, he had been lying on his cot, all clean, and Fisk would stand next to it.

But Fisk wasn't always so loving. He used Matt to service him one and a while. And when Matt misbehaved, Fisk was relentless. He'd slap Matt so hard he'd bleed or he'd have a bruise. Once, his nose broke.

But it was fine. Life went on. Matt was fine.

—

Something happened. Someone was on to Fisk. Fisk got in the car and told one of his men to get Matty.

When Matt got in the car, Fisk was frantic.

"Matty, I'm afriad we must part ways. Now I am leaving you infront of your old law firm. You have one last request. Do not tell anyone where you were or who took you. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy Matty."

—

Someone found Matt sleeping on the building where the old law firm was. He was placed in a hospital where many police officers questioned him. Until a familar face walked in.

"Mr. Murdock?" The man stepped in.

"Matty is fine, sir. How may I assist you today?"

"Matty it's Brett Mahoney. Do you remember me?"

"Yes, sir, I remember you. Foggy would bring your mother cigars." A smile smile appeared on Matt's face. "Sorry sir." He instantly lost the smile.

"Matty your exams show sexual trama, malnutrition, broken bones that have been rehealed, and many physiological issues. What happened?"

"Nothing sir. I am fine. Actually I was until you all took me from my master."

"Matty, do you think you could handle a vister?" Brett walked into the hall.

"Yes sir."

"Okay, good." Brett stepped out of the way, and Foggy walked in.

"Matt!" He cried reaching for Matt.

"F-Foggy?"

"Yeah Matt it's me. What did they do to you?"

"I'm fine sir. Do you prefer Foggy or sir?"

"Matt you've always called me Foggy."

"Yes, but now it's different."

"Why is it different."

"Because I am nothing, merely a slave. Your wish is my command."