The Puppeteer Part 3

The puppeteer - The missing pieces

The atmosphere of the dark house was interrupted by a small fire lit in the dark as it was shoved towards a stick of ciggarate. The amber gets brighter as a wide lips begin sucking on the filteration. The fire spread and a puffle of smokes was seen after the ciggarate was pulled away from the lips.

A pair of emerald green eyes was seen, bored. Not entertain by the time he had on his addiction towards smoking. His eyes stay fixated to the walls. Boring boring..

Nothing felt entertaining anymore, something felt missing, a huge missing piece of puzzle that was nowhere to be found

But what was it? What was missing? What felt so huge when he got nothing to lose?

He got his money, alcohol, how many bitches has he even fucked for his life?

Bitches huh..

Maybe he should consider to get one now, something to pleasure what is inside his pants is always so satisfying

..but why he doesn't felt like doing it at all now?

.. even looking at the porn videos infront of him right now does not even make him felt excited. No matter how much sounds of moanings came out from the screen.

He turn off the tv and throw the controller away on the couch he is sitting on

How about some porn videos of his slave? That thoughts alone seems more interesting

How long has it been since the last time he got new videos of him?

The group of man that took him never seems to contact him or send him any video of Zylen

It has been so long since Zylen was away.

Wait

Was it because of that? His slave? Is that the missing piece?

That must be a joke right? Usually he would chuckled to himself to figure out how absurb it was

But now..

His face stays firm. No laugh or even any small curves by his menacing lips

He stay hard as a rock. Does not even realize his ciggarate has burn out

..shit..

His hand find its way to the already opened alcohol on the table and took a huge swig. The fizz, the burn he felt from the liquor will usually makes him feels better.

But odd enough.. not this time

..it can't be that stupid toys aren't it?..

This is not the first time the boy was taken away, many times precisely. But William do felt some difference around the house. It was weird, Zylen spent most of his time being down there in the basement, trapped, not freely walking in the house. How could this felt so different than not having him around?

Maybe his favourite toy is not around to fuck?

Nothing to let his anger upon to?

As he turn his head to grab another ciggarate he saw the corner of the living room. He remember how years back he walked home, yelling by the door as he slam it shut and lock it. Announcing how he's in a very very bad mood. How he was having a bad day. Yelling in madness to warn his slave he wants something to release his anger upon to.

..And who would it be beside the unfortunate soul?

There were times where he hides, which angers William more, his action boils his blood so much. He IS his slave, he should be submissive, letting him as HIS master to use him all the way he likes. He OWN him, wasn't that reason alone is enough to allow him and justify his action upon him. He would yell how much he would hurt him even more once he found him, scattering everything Zylen has tidy to the flow, throwing, crashing everything he could and when he found him usually hiding in the cabinets and closet, trembling, crying so hard. Even if Zylen was not hiding, he will find him at the edge of the walls sitting and hugging his knees, consumed by fear.. knowing he can't escape.. he tried locking the door on him in the house, but he will demand him to open the door with warnings. Usually he does, controlled by fear. But even if he doesn't, William will break the door and get his way with him..