The Puppeteer Part 3

The Puppeteer - his final dust

It was already difficult too difficult to even try to understand Zylen, adding to his condition now, William had not a single idea of what is running through his mind. He watch as the boy sit still on the wheelchair, wearing the new clothes William has bought for him. No matter how much he want to deny the reality of how loose the clothing is on him, it was so obvious on, even the sleeves , waistline has to be fold just to get the clothes sit still on him without slipping down..Zylen is indeed very..very small

Deep in William's heart he know the boy has been malnutrition since the beginning of his life, and William never makes it any better .. the amount of abuse the body has to endure has impact him to end up this way. William can't help but to feel it again.. regrets eating him alive, it will be a matter of time before it destroy him, just like a bomb tickering, moving and shorten the time and space before it explodes.

And it doesn't stop there ..

In the similar night a sudden single shrieking wake both of them, even creepier when he realized the scream was not from Zylen. It was a female voice from outside of the room. William thought it was a dream, but Zylen was awake beside him, trembling in his half awake eye. It was not a dream. William stroke Zylen's hair slowly, trying to calm him, slowly whispered "I'll check it out"

As he open the room, the cold chill of the night hit his skin, the dark living room revealed nothing but blackness. As he scroll his eyes around squinting waiting for any sign of life, his eyes stop and immediately focussed on something standing by the door frame of the living room, there was a figure there, standing, pure black and still. He huffed as he felt fear filled up his chest and the next thing he did was slamming the door close so strong, finding himself running towards the bed and immediately lay down, covering himself within the blanket. Cold sweat hits him as he immediately hug the smaller boy beside him. His mind was clouded with questions upon what he just saw, but there is no denying it was not his first time laying his sight upon the figure, infact he knows it very well.

It was his late wife who was already dead. She haunted him many many times in the house for years, but since he took Zylen him he has not seen her around as often, only once in a few years, why did she appear now of all time? Why did he see her ?

All these time he choose to be ignorance towards her, acknowledging it as his unstable state of mind. And many many times after he saw her it was when he is drunk, he really thought it was caused by it. But there is no denying his sleepless night and cold sweat each time he saw her, and when he can't calm himself down, drown by guilt and frustration, he would let it out upon his slave..

And Zylen who does not understand all those time, oftenly find himself been yelled at, push to the wall with a hand gripping tight on his neck, choking him and what comes after will clearly be painted on his skin, leaving permanent pain and fear in his heart, curropting his mind even further leaving him in a state of far even impossible to be fixed

He was forced to take it as something his very own fault even he doesn't know what was it. But it was, is, and will always be his fault..Believing his existence itself is such a curse to be hated upon, to be hurt..and he deserves all of it.

William found himself sleepless, anxious that has run overwhelming through his vein.. And just like that, memories took over his head and the next thing that happen was a very hard punch upon Zylen's face, before Zylen even manage to scream he was buried by the overwhelming gripped, unbearable heaviness pressed him on the bed. It must be from the softness of the mattress that saves him some air to breath, if it was not from it, he must have been choked to dead. His face was immediately red and saliva running through his wide gaped mouth, gasping, heaving as strong as he could to get himself some air, clinging to his life that has not matter anymore..in those darkness he could see his master that claim to be his lover looms on top of him, then Slowly, harshly he heard him say in the voice drunk of anger and hatred "..it was all your fault, it was all your fault dammit!!"

"I gave you everything, I gave you love every single day, I provide everything you need.. yet you.. you!! You ruined it all!!! Don't blame me with your death!!"  The choking turns heavier as Zylen felt him pressed his weight on him, jerking his body with the pain strucking all his nerves. He who was too helpless to scream, only manage to croak out  single word "Mas..ter"

But it doesn't wake him up, the pleading has been deafened when William started to yell again "You've killed our child .. yet I forgive you!! But you, you blame me for everything!!  I hate you!! I hate you with all of my life you hear me!!!?" And with that another punch follows. Zylen scream was only heard as a small choked, unable to take more pain any further than he already did. When another punch followed tears that has been swelling in his eye flown towards his face as he shut his eyes. He could already felt his head spinning, his ear ringing from the side he was punch upon, his vision black out a few times as the punches continues, cruelly with no scream and no air he was allowed to have. He wanted to cry.. he wanted to cry so bad, but instead of wailing, he was only allowed to have tears one after another placing the previous running down his face. William frustrating yelling ringing through his head, but he couldn't make out of the words all he could hear was endless loud noise that shakes his heart, thundering his head which reduces him to the state of trembling, shaking so badly with the fear and pain that keeps adding up and repeating until he believe he could die. How much he hopes, yearning for this to end. Yearning to not wake up another day to feel the pain all over his face and neck.

His nose and mouth was already bleeding when William stop using his fist to abuse the poor, already beaten up face. Then he felt another sense kick into him, sending all the remorse feelings towards his heart with what he desire. Zylen felt the fist that has stopped punching him immediately gripped on his hair, clawing so hard he thought it would shread the skin on his head. His small breath was shaking with the sharp pain. In his state where he know it won't be long until he lost his consciousness he felt his body has been moved, but he can't make it out as his head was already hammered in pain. All he felt next was something hard and hot pressing between his legs. With the realization he wish he could scream for his life, he wish he could fight the weight that has been forced on his neck.. but it was futile. His swollen hole, bleeds through the process, and when the crook of the member has made its way inside leaving him breathless with the spreading, the thick cock does not wait, it immediately forced it's way in all through, squeezing through whatever in its way, torning apart the walls that has not even healed fully. It immediately bleeds.. shaking the owner poorly with the pain. Jerking his body in a manner of beaten animal upon his prey. It was so deep.. Zylen felt himself blackening out. In his last moment he know what comes next, what will happen is something painfully common in his whole entire life. But somewhere in his small dying heart that has been crushed into dust, he could hear himself screaming for this to stop as if it could happen..

With the agony, he felt the fat cock shove out only to drill into his bleeding hole again with so much hunger this time leaving his dying hope killed, this time, he felt himself swallowed into abyss of hell and he knows this last dust of him died and could not be revive anymore as he felt his master moving with so much hunger upon his body, leaving him with not even a chance to breath. The strong slamming does not stop and that is his limit. He passed out wet with tears of endless grieve.

.. please let me go..

..please let me die..