The Puppeteer Part 3

The Puppeteer - A fracture cause disaster

Dark..Anger..Agony..Fear

Zylen had seen too much in his life, not because he wanted to, rather, he was forced into the cruel side of the world, dragged with no mercy. Escape is not an option..

If someone was born to see and to feel.. to experience the similar shit all over again. Surely that very person should be able to see it coming, the familiar sense from afar. To know.. when things went south..

Zylen was no exception

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As days passed, his tears had slowly dried, the pain does not faint.. but it has became more and more familiar for him.

Between his nightmares and his unstable state, he could still hear those gang of man day by day.

When they talked loudly against eachother in a harsh manner, the poor slave has known to well that they were fighting.

What were they fighting for?  Many

They were fighting about him the most, it became a conflict of how they were supposed to deal with him. Of course they does not care if he died. But their biggest problem is his master..

William

It seems his reputation never fail to fear those who knows him. Even when Zylen was in the military. All of them knows William so well, training him to obey William, praising William each time he fulfilled their lustful desire

In all of their threatenings, William was mentioned. No one wants to failed him. Even the nurses know what happen to his body, none could do anything.

For this very slave. He does not know much about the master who had enslave him for his whole life. All Zylen knows, he was serving the navy and a doctor as well, and the rest.. was the taste of his fist..and the taste of him whenever he force his way into him.

And as much as they respected William, is as much as how this group feared him.  They were afraid of returning Zylen's lifeless body, or his dying state to his owner. Surely they all know how fucked up William is and how badly he treated his puppet. But no matter what Zylen is his only puppet and his source of income as well at the moment. To replace him was difficult, for not many would survive the intensity of agony William would put to his toy.

Zylen heard them well, in his half awakened state. Confused between the reality and the voices filling his head, confused between his night terrors and hurtful  memories. Yet he could hear it so well.. even he was unable to drill every details into his messed up head.

He knows very well, how much they were fighting..deep inside he knows something very bad is coming, but his focus was not to live anymore. He was left numbed, confused, and crushed. His eye was painted with more deaths..

He heard them bringing up the stories of their past, adding more conflict in the heat of the situation, indeed it was nothing more than pouring oils into a burning fire. But it was difficult to avoid conflicts when the were panicking.

Their yellings.. their emotion displayed very well in the tone of their voices, all of it echoes in his head, but it was never clear enough for him to think of.. unforgettable yet unable to understand..distracted by too much hell, unable to use his head.. he cannot break free from the damaged they put into his mental and his soul.. the same  masquerade of  endless insanity haunting him for his life.

There are times when some of them walk into the room, pressing him so hard on the floor as they forced many drugs and painkillers into his throat, and there are times where they walked in not for the similar purpose. They were yelling at him, threatening him, even wanting to beat him so much because for them, he is the source of their difficulties right now. But they didnt went that far watching how he lies down motionless, looks like nothing but a corpse..

Until a day comes..

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"Fuck!!" One of the man walk into the room, slamming the door open along his way, making the poor boy flinch and felt like his heart could stop

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