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Beep beep
The sound of an alarm rings in the dead of night blinking his blue eyes open buddy turns his head groaning when he checked the time 5 am he rubbed his eyes and forced his legs out of his bed well it wasn’t much of a bed it was more a few old warn out blankets piled onto an old mattress on the floor it wasn’t the best but he will make do his stood up his limbs sore and arching he turned his alarm off before it woke up anyone else
Buddy walked around his small room trying to get his limbs used to moving again whilst also trying to mentally prepare for the day he hated this small room it was suffocating but what else could he do? He was lucky to even have a room after all he always disappoints the old man
After 20 minutes of walking around his room he takes a deep breath and walks out the room his limbs still sore but he will make do it’s only a small pain not the worst he’s had... he begins his morning routine
· Clean the library
· Cook the old man breakfast
· Clean the kitchen
· Gather the reports and documents and prepare them for the old man
If he even missed a spot while Cleaning the old man would have his throat if he messed up the old man’s breakfast even slightly, he’d regret it instantly if he didn’t get the right reports and documents the old man would force him into the dark room and he hated the dark room. It was small, smaller than his room by a lot it was dark and damp and worse of all he’d be locked in there for hours and hours so he’s learnt to not mess up he can’t afford too again...
Once his morning routine is done, he is sent back to his room his small cold isolated room where he’s left with nothing but his thoughts and he’s learnt that one’s mind will always be one’s biggest enemy he’s spent many of times alone in silence with nothing but his thoughts... and he always had the same...
You deserve this...
It’s your fault...
Do better...
Why are you still here?...
You’ll never leave...
This is your doom and your grave....
He’ll try to cancel them out but it never works he’s too flawed too stained... but the longer he listens the more he’s starting to believe that maybe this is what he deserves he deserves to feel pain to be pushed around commanded like a dog after all it’s not like he’s wanted or needed anywhere else? And even if he did attempt to run away, they would find him they always do... and he doesn’t want to die by their hands... not like the others...
But at the same time if they were to kill him... he’d be free... right? Is Death really his only hope in being free?...
Before he’s able to think it over he’s being dragged out his room and down the hall by the ear he’s shoved into a room where he’s met with violet and the master book that’s cover is shining a slight silver ish pinky colour signalling that silvers key is actively being used chase is in the book and he knows that it’s time to be happy even if it’s only for a moment...