The Puppeteer Part 3

The Puppeteer - drained

  The sun did not shine up the next day, the hue of slight gray filtered up the autumn morning as if the hope was not blessed through out the land anymore, leaving everything so calm yet to empty. It was a silent morning, no cars passing through, no human was found wondering around. Silence is the only sounds that could be heard.

William woke up, yet he remain his position, letting his eyes closed wanting to stay in the bed until his tiredness slowly flow away. Somehow he felt tired yet relieved as if something satisfying happened. Yet he does not feel glad, not at all. He knows it must has been morning this time, even the house remained in pitch blackness, thanks to how he left the door and windows all shut. Slowly he let his consciousness slipped away wanting to have another rest. He shift through the bed trying to find the right spot then he felt something wet and cold. He paid no mind towards it, focusing on getting another rest. As he shift his hand to hold on to his bed partners, he rest his arm on the slender waist. He felt himself faded from the world. He saw images of what must have been some vision before he fall to sleep, yet one of it send him wide awake. It was a vision of him watching his own hand filled with blood, trembling, and behind of it was his slave, unconscious, filled with cums and blood.

The wetness he felt earlier slowly came back into his mind, he find himself hastily move the blanket with his heart pumping loud.

..It couldn't be ..

William froze with the confirmation of his view. When the blanket was removed, it revealed his young slave who was still unconscious half naked, his pants has been thrown off the bed and his shirt has been pulled up revealing his bare chest. His nipples burning red and dark purple as if it was squeezed tightly. The other one was left bleeding with bites marks that filled  his neck as well. His half parted lips was swollen and bleeding, face fucked up with bruises along with his nosebleeds. William was heaving hard with the realization of what he must have done, it must be him, no one else was there, if someone would have snuck in and did this to the boy, he who shares the similar bed would surely wake up. There's no way he could stay sleeping, what has been done to him was really rough, Zylen must have been screaming and cry for help, but whe he didn't recall any screaming into his head, he doesn't hear any-

He did. A woman, a woman was screaming last night. Chills took over his body. That's right it was his late wife. But what happen next? He doesn't remember going to bed straight after.

He lowered his visions more, watching his lover sprawling on the bed, his stomach..and between his legs was filled with cums, it took more than a single round to cause such a mess. But what cought his attention more was how the space and the bed between his legs was filled with blood. His position.. William remember this position was how he saw him before he went to bed crying for what he have done. Zylen does not move at all from the position he was left, he completedly passed out.. the bruises behind his thighs confirms it all.. he remember what he did last night.. how hellish he pinned him down by his neck, Zylen is already weak, too weak to even move his finger to grasp the bedsheets. Who could be so heartless to torture him even further. How could he be so heartless..

William can't believe himself, how could Zylen love him when all he did upon him was such an act a monster would be..?

His regrets now was replaced with pain and he felt even worse. It makes him immediately check his pulse..the weakness shakes his own hands, the adrenaline immediately send him towards his tools, yanking them away in haste prompting some of them to fall to the floor in his attempt.

William immediately tend to his wounds, his effort to heal the boy before has gone to waste. The wounds he has before has not even healed fully..and what he did only worsen the poor condition. Not a single second the regrets leave him be, it was eating him alive, glorified by each sight he saw upon the boy's limbs

The former navy doctor, found himself sobbing when he was done. He stroke Zylen's cheeks slowly, being careful with the bandages as another hand firmly connected to a smaller, weak hand.

..I'm so sorry Zylen..

No matter how much he tried to deny his wrong doing, it came back to him doubled, moulding into the shape of unshaken pain.

He can't imagine how much amount of pain Zylen has been forced to take when he himself struggle to handle something which is far beyond  compared to the unfortunate soul. Zylen who was confided into isolation, locked up from his freedom. Never allowed for affection and love, shutted away from the sun and sky above. Never wanted.. never loved.. hurt and hurt again and again. Yet the boy he used to remember doesn't give up, he scream and beg for love, cry to be loved..Now he longed for the boy he couldn't find anymore, the side of him that always seems to forgive whatever has been done to him and keeps begging for his aching heart. Keeping his sanity at bay..How could he keep his sanity while living such hurtful life..   What did he do to deserve such life than could even be worse than death itself..?

William cried and cried, praying he would wake up, wishing he could forgive him for what he have done to him..

But it was left unanswered.

When the small angel cried for his breakfast, William have to leave with heavy step.

Day and night he took care of him, as he sit beside him watching him sleeping, with a plate of food already cold in his hand, he lost count how many times he warm it up wanting to feed him once he woke up. He knows Zylen must be starving, but there is nothing he could do except to tend to his wounds.

Zylen has been bedridden for days. When he finally woke up he was found screaming when he saw William rushing towards him with a plate of food. His screaming makes his baby cried. William felt his heart dropped when he saw Zylen cry, whimpering so hard, he must have remember what happened even he has been unconscious for days. How could he have forget such traumatizing experience. The boy cried all the time whenever he visit him, the round of struggle just to feed him was endless. And he was always found crying beside his bed or by the corner of the wall, he refused to let William pick him up no matter how much he explained the need to stay warm and he needs to stay in comfortable space far different from the cold floor. It was futile..

Even when William left the food by the door Zylen won't eat it, William would found the food remain cold on the floor the next time he visited. It was even more hard to make the boy take his medicine. He would cry and scream, William find himself in so much to explain and swear it was nothing else than medicine.. but Zylen won't listen

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William woke up again another day, heart filled with regret and despair, he have never felt so much despair again in his life after losing his family. Even to lift up his fingers felt so heavy, but he stood up nonetheless to take care of the crying baby. The baby who was always cheerful has been replaced with crying, and he doesn't move around much compared to before, always remained by the shutted door to his father room, missing the attention and love from his father. It doesn't go unnoticed by William. But listening to Zylen crying, sobbing from probably his nightmares and his pain leave even more wounds to his wounded heart. Yet he can't comfort him and it hurt him the most. Zylen cry by the sight of him standing by the door frame, and screaming whenever he approach him. His throat must have been straining so bad, voice hoarse from his screaming and refuse any water he take to him.

It was so painful.. William can't sleep at night haunted by what he has done. And he can't keep himself from cursing his late wife to cause this harm towards both of them.

It doesn't take long before Zylen has finally dropped again, too weak to scream even further, beaten by the fever he had on top of his injuries and conditions.

William finally manage to put him on the bed and feed some food into him. 

Yet this time, William himself has been so drained from his heartache as he already choose to ignore it. Without realizing it

Another cycle of nightmares follows with his ignorance

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Hi everyone,

Again sorry for my late update. My cat has fall sick and I have to take care of him. Please leave vote and comment to show your support for Zylen. And as always thank you for reading this story. Take care and I wish you all good health