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[Aventurine POV]
It’s 1 in the morning and I can’t sleep. I’m in my own bed and I’m resting here wide awake unable to fall asleep. The adrellnaline is pumping through my blood and I dont know what it is. I can’t seem to make it any better at all.
I start to think about this whole crazy plan and I sigh looking up at my ceiling. It’s not planned out completely but I’m still horrified. I’ve killed so many people in my life I don’t know how why I’m the one upset about this.
I slowly think back to the old Aventurine and how he’s treated me. I was treated as an object and I know Sunday is treated as one too. He’s being used as a puppet and he can see it. Thats why he wants to break free from this horrible man for the rest of his life.
But I can’t seem to think about what if we mess up. Gopher wood is one of the most important people in the family. We can’t do anything to harm him with out anyone potentially seeing us. We can’t do this without an good plan that will ensure that we won’t get caught.
I can’t be the one that’s worrying so much. It should be Sunday, not me. But I do worry. Not for Sunday but for myself. It’s obvious why I worry, it’s because I’ve been in his situation as well.
Sometimes I’ll go back to having dreams about master. Dreams of the face of the man I killed with my own two hands. I worked hard for the role I have in the IPC, I know I did. I was taken under him at 14. I was used as a toy, a pet, an object.
I feel as disgusting as I did when I was 14. He touched me when I didn’t want him to, but I couldn’t just resist. I was forced to do it. I was always reminded that I was just a slave to him.
[14 Kakavasha POV]
Why.. Why do am I treated like this? Why does master treat me like I’m not a person. Like I don’t have feelings. I don’t understand why I’m treated as an object. I hate everything here. I don’t understand why they even do such a thing to me.
“Kakavasha, it’s your time to come out now.” I hear him call out to me as I feel my hands burn with pain.
“No, I don’t want to. I don’t want to do this anymore! Just leave me be! I don’t want to play these games anymore!” I scream back, my head pounding in pain.
I then feel my head lifted up with a spoon pointing at my eye. “Do you really want to test me right now Kakavasha?” The spoon touched my eye ball and I felt it slowly dig into my eye socket.
“F-fine! I’ll play! I’ll play!” The words finally came out of my mouth as I felt the spoon come out slowly.
I was unshackled and forced into some weird fancy clothes after getting washed up. I walk out to the casino, my eyes blinded by the bright lights. I walk up to a table with a bunch of old men that look at me as if I’m prey.
I look at the game I’m playing and it’s Blackjack.
The first round starts and I get a king and an ace. An automatic win.
Next round, I get 8 and 3 which adds up to 11.
“So kid, do you wanna hit or say at 11? You never know if any of these guys will bust.” The dealer said to me breath full of alcohol.
“Hit me.” I felt confident in myself. I knew I was going to win. This game was full of luck, and I did have luck.
The dealer pulled out a card and it was an instant win for me. I got 21 and won again.
After that round I kept winning and gained around 500 thousand dollars. The old men around me just started to get angry and I was removed from the game table.
Soon after that I played a bunch of other games winning more money for master gaining him 9 million by the end of it all. I wasn’t proud of myself for taking all of this money but it was just my job now.
I was taken back to my holding cell after I went back into my prison uniform and sat in my cell.
I soon saw master walk towards my cell and I breathe in a bit worried what was going to happen to me. I didn’t know what I would do if I somehow failed my mission. I thought I did good. I thought that I did everything he wanted me to do.
He took me out of my cell and I was shoved into a really extravagant room. He forced my clothes off of my body and he started to wrap his arms around me. Holding me close and touching me in places he shouldn’t have.
I don’t fight him knowing how wrong everything was. I was worried about being beat and treated like trash. Not that anything he’s doing to me now is any different. I don’t want to feel this right now. I don’t want to be tied to him. Not anymore.
“You’re being such a good boy following every command and order I ask you to do.” He whispered in my ear and went on top of me.
My body shivered in fear. This can’t happen to me right now.
Please, I don’t want to be here.
Let me go please, I don’t want to play your game anymore!
Get off of my body you troglodyte.
Without thinking, I kicked the man off of me and I hit him directly in the stomach. Before he said anything I hit him in the head hard with a lamp in the room. I panicked, I saw him move and I ran quickly to his body on the ground.
“WHY. WHY WOULD YOU DISOBEY ME LIKE THAT. MORE OR LESS. HURT YOUR MASTER LIKE-”
I hit him again before he could finish yelling at me. And again. And again. I hit him until he blead out on the white carpet. I cried as I found a spoon and took out his eyes. I then gripped his neck till I felt him not breathe anymore.
How so ironic.. He tried to threaten me with a spoon but instead I was the one who took out his eyes instead of him taking out my eyes. I frown and stab the spoon in his eye.
I got my clothes back on and looked at master. I sighed and stomped on his stomach for one last time trying to make sure he never woke up again.
When I left the room I told the guards what happened and let them take me away. I didn’t care what punishment I got. I knew that everything I did was worth it as long as he wouldn’t touch another child like that again.
[Aventurine POV]
I watched myself in the mirror seeing 14 year old me in it. How did I kill him so easily with no remorce what so ever.. How wasn’t I scared of such a man who had so much power over me.
I then remember how “I wasn’t afraid of death if it mean’t I was with my family again.” But in all reality, I was. I was so afraid of death. I didn’t want to die because of the trill of it. I wanted to die to see my family once more. I just wanted to see them again..
I saw the door open slightly and I look up quickly seeing Veritas. I sigh and lay down turning away from him.
“Whats wrong dear? I thought I was the one who needed help sleeping but I guess we both need a little help from each other tonight..” He chuckled and came onto my bed holding me close to his chest. I let out a big and heavy sigh holding him tight.
“Wanna tell me what’s wrong or do you just want to just lay like this?” Veri’s voice was soft and tender. I close my eyes and held him tight before I started to sob in his chest. He held me tight in shock but he rubbed firm circles on my back comforting me.
I didn’t want to find a reason to live until Veritas came into my life. I was reckless with how I lived until he protected me with everything he had in him. I never knew the doctor could’ve cared so much for someone. Especially someone like me. Maybe it’s in another book where I can actually figure it out..