43 MM WOH WOH (2/2)
”I think I heard you wrong. Did you just call your master by his name? Do you want another beating?” Arnin smiled evilly towards Torne.
”M-master… spare me.” He began to panic when he saw Arnin's smile. Torne then fell onto the ground face first when Arnin let go. ”*Cough cough*, Master, why…” He was just about to question Arnin when he saw the latter glare at him with cold eyes. Quickly, Torne shut his mouth.
”Get up. As my slave, you have work that you must complete whether you are dead or alive.” Arnin turned around and began to walk towards the exit. Torne hesitated before his chest began to burn as if a scorching rock was placed right on top of him.
”Master, I am coming, please stop!” Torne spoke a little loudly when he begged for mercy. Arnin vanished from his sight, and next thing he knew, Arnin was stepping on his face with his foot.
”Stop being so loud, slave, or do you want Kurse to experience this with you?” Arnin smiled before creeping towards Kurse with a wicked smile. Torne was a good person who would try and help his juniors, so he began to sweat and panic when he saw Arnin walking towards the injured Kurse.
”Master, please spare him. He is still young. I will listen. I will listen.” Torne was much older then Kurse, so he didn't want his junior to suffer at Arnin's hands too much. He already knew that Kurse was beaten silly by Arnin, and that made him extremely sorrowful and mad, but he couldn't do anything about it.
Arnin turned around and looked at Torne, showing his snow white teeth. ”Are you sure? If I bring Kurse along, the amount of work you will do can be reduced by half.” Arnin looked at Torne with a taunting expression.
Torne hesitated before resolving himself. ”I am sure!” He spoke with determination, however his teeth were still gritting hard against one another. He knew that the 'work' Arnin mentioned was not going to be anything good.
”Such a loving senior you are. It almost makes me want to free you.” Arnin walked over with a face of reluctance. When Torne saw this, his heart began to beat quicker.
'Is this my chance?' Although he didn't think Arnin would free him, he felt that there was a chance that Arnin might upgrade his status from a slave to a servant.
Arnin knew exactly what Torne was thinking. Not only that, but he knew it word by word. Because of the slave mark, he was able to hear the thoughts of Torne, so he knew exactly what to use against him. However, he could only see his thoughts when Torne was in front of him.
”I can't free you, but maybe I can change you from being a slave into a servant?” Arnin touched his chin as his eyes didn't miss a single expression that appeared on Torne's face. The latter's heart was picking up pace and he couldn't help but feel somewhat thrilled.
”Master, I am willing to serve you without a single complaint if you…” However before he could finish, he felt a sharp pain on his head.
”Joking.” Arnin was squatting in front of him as he grabbed onto his hair and tugged it. ”You are my eternal slave. There is no going back. Hehe!” Arnin found the grief filled expression on Torne's face was extremely pleasing. He stood up and tugged hard on Torne's hair. ”Let's go!”
Torne felt as though a bucket of ice cold water was thrown on top of him and he was buried under extremely cold ice. His last bit of hope was crushed. He felt completely dead on the inside and didn't even know whether he should continue living under such conditions.
”If you plan on killing yourself, then get that out of your head. You won't even be able to scratch yourself unless I say so.” Arnin didn't turn around and walked away. Torne got up with his eyes not having much light left in them. He followed Arnin, hoping that the 'work' wasn't too bad.
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Arnin arrived back to his house with Torne following him from behind. This was his first time being in Arnin's home, however only one thing in the whole house caught his eyes.
Vilis was snoring in the corner, however when he heard footsteps, he yawned, exposing his sharp teeth to the world. Torne noticed that the beast's realm was much higher than his own and he couldn't help but gasp.
Arnin waved towards Torne, who quickly walked towards Arnin. ”Master? What is…” Everything suddenly went black for Torne.
”Vilis, take his robe off, and fetch me some rope.” Vilis quickly used his claws to rip up Torne's clothes. He then ran towards a box and pulled out a long rope. ”Actually, give me a long chain, not the rope.” Arnin changed his instructions, however Vilis happily obliged and got a long, metal chain.
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The darkness that trapped Torne slowly began to fade. His eyes opened up, but everything was blurry. He blinked a few times before everything finally cleared.
”Wohh…” He tried to say something, but felt his mouth was extremely numb. He felt nothing, preventing him from making any noise. He tried to use his hands to touch his jaw, but found that he couldn't move his arms. They were bound by something. He tried to look over, but felt something tightly wrapped around his neck.
Everything was bound, and he couldn't break through whatever was binding him. Usually, even a metal chain could be broken by him, however the chains that held him in place felt much tougher. He just couldn't break through.
Arnin suddenly walked out from a room with a tray. On the tray, there were a couple of knives, and some roles of bandages. Torne began to understand what was happening.
”WOH! WAH! MM!” He tried to make some sounds from his throat, but even those were extremely quiet. He moved around, but nothing happened. Fear was written all over his face, and a small amount of tears even appeared in his eyes.
Arnin smiled before walking towards Torne. ”Don't worry, I am only testing some theories out. They might even be beneficial to you. Also, I think you need to know pain before understanding what happens when you keep going against me.” Arnin shook his head before walking back to the tray. He grabbed a small knife and walked towards Torne.
”MM! WOH! WOH!” Torne tried to scream, but nothing came out. Suddenly, the knife was placed on his lips. Arnin glared right into his eyes, and Torne found that in the black pupils, there some demonic red.
”Shhh! This will be over soon.”