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⚠ TW ⚠ - While this story isn't mature, some viewers may find content disturbing or triggering. Please read at your own risk.
(Name's) POV
The whip sailed through the air, cracking against your back.
"Ngh!" You cried out. The stinging was becoming unbearable.
"Shut up," the man sneered. "Didn't tell you to be silent?"
"Y-yes Master," You whispered as a tear rolled down your cheek. The whip soared through the air a second time, this time landing on your thigh.
"What was that?" He smiled as he rained blows on your skin. "I couldn't hear you, wench."
"Y-yes Master," You sobbed out. The whip finally stopped. You heard Master Abonzeni retreating.
"Go prepare dinner. If it's not ready by 6:30pm," He said calmly. "There'll be hell to pay."
Your eyes widened. Hell to pay? Wasn't whipping me hell already? You swiveled around. His eyes bore into yours, challenging you.
"You have something to say?" He said with a gleam in his eye, most likely hoping he could whip you again.
"N..no Master. I will have dinner ready at 6:15." You said bowing your head.
"Good." He slammed the door, leaving you alone in the darkness. Your body shook, hot tears spilling down your cheeks. Why? What had I done? You tightened your hold on the grimy night gown. I hate this. You dropped down onto the dirty blanket you called a bed. This house...this life. Damn it all. I'd be better off dead. What was the point? Since you could remember, you had been a slave. Master this, Master that. No Master, Sorry Master, Yes Master. The scars all over your body were a constant reminder. That you were cursed. One day, will they stop? You were tired of new scars. New Masters, new jobs. I want a new life. You giggled. (Name), you idiot. Giggling at a time like this? The giggles turned into full out laughs, and you gasped for air. Oh god, Master is going to hear you! The tears came back, and the laughter subsided. More tears. More whips. More work. More! More! More! More sleep... Less life. Death.
You blinked groggily. Yawning, you sat up. I fell asleep? No nightmares, shockingly. Dinner... "Bad girls don't get dinner." Abonezi's voice rang in your head. The rumbling of your stomach was even louder than the crack of the whip against your skin! No. Bad girls don't eat. Bad (Name). Bad bad bad. But if you were bad, how could Abonezi be good? You jumped up, knowing you would be worse than bad if you didn't fix dinner. You walked into the grand kitchen, checking the clock. 5:57. Looks like Abonezi was having pasta for dinner.
Master walked down the stairs, staring at the plate of pasta on the table. He frowned and checked his watch. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't bother to say anything. Bowing your head as he walked past, you were tempted the trip him. But your thigh still hurt terribly, and you didn't want any other part of you to hurt. He picked up his fork, and began to eat. He didn't speak to you, so you scurried off to clean the kitchen. A sigh escaped your lips. This kitchen always was so damn dirty, even though you were the only one who was ever in it. Matter of fact- you were the only one who did anything the house! After you finished your chore, you rushed back to your room, hoping to resume a nightmare-less sleep. Of course, Abonezi would not allow such. A couple hours into your sleep, you heard a shriek, and reluctantly got up. Looking out the small window you saw the stars in the night sky. Ugh. Not even daybreak! You stood up, and walked into the main hall.
"Yes Master," You said rubbing your eyes. "What did you nee-" You were interrupted by the sight of Master Abonezi, on the floor bleeding out. You screamed. "M-Master!" Gathering up the end of your tattered gown, you ran over to where he was lying. His once bronze skin was pale and lifeless, and his usual slick backed hair was strewn about. Your lips twitched, wishing to smile, but you were worried he would survive. You faked a sob.
"Hey," a voice chimed. You looked up from your seat infront of Abonezi. Was death finally here?
Killua's POV
"Hey," I chimed. The small girl looked up. She seemed calm. Strange. The report said nothing about a girl being here. Jeez, you have one job Milluki!
"Well, I don't have a choice," I said to her. Her expression didn't change. She leaned back onto her hands, staring at me with her pink orbs.
(Name)'s POV
He looked at you, his blue eyes piercing your soul. You stared back. Ooh, is this what they call a staring contest?
"It's fine," You said in an indifferent tone. "I don't want to stay alive, anyways. Just make it quick. 'kay?" You blinked, and the boy was behind you. A chop was delivered to your upper neck. You slumped over, and were quickly lifted up by a pair of arms. In your head, you chuckled. New Masters, new jobs. And now, finally, you would get a new life.