The Puppeteer Part 3

The Puppeteer - A tool

notes: Some of my new readers asked me how to say Zylen's name. So Zy is pratically said as 'Zee', the 'ee' as in the sound of the letter 'E'. And Len is said as Len as is 'learn' but without the letter 'R'. So it goes as Zeelen: Zylen. Or to put it simple, it sound like a country New 'Zealand'- Zylen. Hope it explains

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His vision has darkened again. The trembling hand had to pause from wiping the table. Squinting his eye does not help as his body slightly sway to his sides helplessly. It all felt like a dream when it happened.. and he won't have any control of it. Before he know it he felt a sudden tight knot in his stomach and it jerked him as it forced it's way up, his vision fall to the table again as he felt the warm load behind his throat forcing its way out from his mouth, he tried to catch his breath but another load push its way from his throat, squeezing his rib cages that does not help with his healing state, twitching his body in pain. He have to press his palm to the table to stop himself from kissing the table. Still squeezing tight to the fabric he was holding to clean as his vision got darker. He felt tears filling up his eye.

..it will be over soon..

..it will be over soon..

He keeps chanting those words in his head, this isn't his first episode of puking. Whether it was caused by the food William fed him, his sickness, or even side effects from the meds... Or even his anxiety.

Who knows which could it be.. who cares.. when does it ever matter?

When he felt the final load left his throat, and the sick feeling in his stomach has slipped away, he gasped so hard, forgetting the pain in his ribs, earning him a great pain as he clench his jaw and try to calm himself.

He open his eye again to see the table he has clean was filled with his puke.. another work again..

His tired eye tells everything.. he hated himself for puking all over to that spot. Perhaps William was right when he told him to learn some self control.

But how can he..

Zylen wipe the table slowly again. Using the same hand he push the wheel to take himàa to the sink. His left hand was limp to his side. William decided to leave it untreated. And Zylen will have no room to complain. It never even crossed his mind of why William left it that way, as if he knew he would have been sabotaged either way and he surrender to it, left with no energy to defend himself. Why bother healing it when it will be dislocated and broken again and again? He was tired of the pain..

Zylen has been ripped off and crushed more than enough to learn to keep his head down. If he be a good dog he will be fine, he will get food, he will get time to sleep, and reduced beatings to receive.

If he was lucky enough that is..

"Zylen!! Where the fuck did you put the goddamn remote control!!?"

There.. 'luck'

Zylen lowered his head slowly, his eye was dark, there is no light could be found in those dark pale emerald eye.

He left the fabric at the sink slowly and turn his wheel to the living room. As he does he felt his heart beat rising, he knows the chances of getting hit is very alarming right now.

Where did he put the remote control? He doesn't even recall finding it earlier. All he knows he was feeding his baby then straightly went to clean the kitchen as William ordered him to.

No it doesn't matter now whether he did found it or not.. the only matter now is where is it

Zylen stopped his wheelchair.