The Puppeteer Part 3

The Puppeteer - the rag doll

A rusty shovel dig through the dark ground, shifting the dirty ground and pour it on the small mountain of ground, digging a hole deep enough to fit a person in.  The sky was dull,  it was early morning of autumn where the life of the trees stripped away,  and the life of the leaves fall to the grown

The digging stop as the shovel was left there,  a pair of boots walk to the house, opening a door and grabbed a bottle of wine right beside the door.  He sit by the door frame and start gulping the liquid down his throat.

When he lowered the bottle,  he finally glance into the house

.. There he was.

A body laying on the wooden floor,  in his oversized dirty gray shirt.  He was taped all over his hands,  his mouth,  eyes and legs

William look at him boringly,  somehow with a glint of hatred.  He turn away and started drinking again.  He remember the night Zylen crawl and beg to him,  knocking his door and screaming around..  How foolish..

He found him the next morning sleeping by his door and when he kick him up to get him out of his way.  Zylen trembled as he get up to sit. He look up to him. Eye very red and dead,  bruised from crying too much.  His face was still wet with tears as he surprisingly smile sadly to William,  he said something he never did before

He said 'good morning'

Seriously?  After his hysterical night he said that?

William noticed but he ignore him..

He kicked his chest. And to his surprise only a single blow makes him passed out.  He had beaten him so much before.  Who thoughts a single blow could send him to his limit?

William threw him a disgusting glare.  He have nothing to do with that trash anymore. He doesn't want a him. He should get rid of him. He did his morning routines with coffee as if nothing happened yesterday.

He watch the clock and sips the coffee

Turning on a few classic songs.  How messy the house was.  It's uncomfortable to look at it. Yet he pretended like he doesn't care.  

He watch him as he did some pumping. Then he continue with his dumbbells.

And after the whole day of his exercise routine,  he turned on the tv watching some Mexican movies that evening. After hours of watching,  midnight falls.  William glances his eyes towards the small broken frame.  He doesn't even move since morning. Is he dead? From what?  A single kick?  Such a pussy. William ignore him when another shows started.

He was interrupted when his late night Pizza arrived.  He ignore the door.

Knock knock

"Bitch! You deaf shit! Go get the door!" He yelled.  But no running sound was heard. 

Oh yes,  Zylen is there.  Not in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes.  He could be really dead isn't he?

When another knocked was heard he groaned and get up to get the door.  It piss him off to let his shows running on his favourite parts. When he unlock the chain and open the door the pizza man with a blue cap looks shock when he saw how large the man upon him looks.  And he looks kinda pissed too.

The pizza man in his twenties smile ackwardly.  "Y-your pizza sir.  Better grab it before it's cold"

"Before it's cold eh?" William repeated and smirk when he think of how many corpses were left cold in the basement and how his slave will join them as well. Then sudden they both heard the sound of something clashing. The pizza man startled "Is- is everything alright sir?" He asked but he pursed his tongue when he saw how the man upon him looks shocks. His eyes was screaming danger but he smile angrily at the man.  The veins on his face are clearly visible. He wanted to look inside both his body block the door completely