Your name is GAMZEE MAKARA and you are in some DEEP SHIT. You just woke up to find yourself strapped down to a table in a dark room. And naked. Great. The last thing you remember was walking around in town when some highblood motherfucker had come up to you and said he had some 'special deal' for you. While you were listening another one had snuck up behind you and hit you over the head. Hard. Fuck, now you have one hell of a headache. You sit up as much as you could and look around. The room was small, like a bunker. There was a cabinets in the far corner and some sort of table to left. The table was covered by a white clothe but you could see the lumps of tools under it. You shiver in fear. Just what was this sick motherfucker going to do to you? And come to think of it, Who was this sick motherfucker anyway? Looks like you were about to find out as you heard a door open behind you, followed by footsteps walking toward you. The troll walked to stand next to you and looked down at you with interest but didn't say anything. He was short and a little chubby with scruffy hair. May have been cute at another time but not now. The nubby horns and the bright red sign on his black shirt made it obvious that he was a Vantas. The cruelest highblood slave trader family around. Well shit. You are fucked. You try to remember their names and figure out which one he was. He looked young, only a bit older then you so that would make him... Karkat? You think that's his name. You open your mouth to say something, not really sure what, but he cuts you off.

"Whats your name? Speak"

"G-Gamzee Makara but-"

You'er cut off again but this time by the whistling of a whip as it struck your face and your own yelp of pain.

"I asked for your name and nothing more." He growled as he slipped the whip back into his belt. "Rule number one is that you will not speak unless spoken to."

You struggle in your bounds as he walked over to the table, starting to panic.

"What rules? What the hell are you going to do to me!?"

He sighed but let this out of turn speaking slip. He turned back to you with an annoyed look on his face.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yeah, your one of those Vantas guys. Uhh Karkat right?"

"Correct. Then you know exactly what I'm doing." The other troll said matter of facially as he turned back to the table. You struggled more as your panic grew, eyes darting around the room in a search for escape.

"No no no, t-there's been a mistake. I would make a terrible bucket-slave, I'v never even seen one before!" You begged before smiling weakly "c-come on brother, cant you just let me go?"

Karkat didn't even look at you as he shifted through the tools on the table. "First of all, I am not your fucking brother. You will call me Master. That's rule number two. Secondly, Of course you'd make a terrible one now but that's what the training is for." He said as pulled the other wheeled table closer.

"I'm letting rule one slip for now but only because I know you have questions" He said as pinned your head down by grabbing a horn.

"After I finish giving you all the rules I expect you to take them to heart. If not you will be punished. Got that?"

You gulped and nod as best you could with him holding you like that. There was no way you could escape right now so you may as well do what he wants for now. At lest until you could get away.

"Good. Rule one as I said is that you will not speak unless spoken to. Rule number two is that you will call and end each sentence with the correct form of addressing who you'er talking to. If its me or one of my family then its Master. If its another higher up in the house its sir or Ma'am."

"Rule number three is that you will follow all orders I and the rest of my family give you. If someone else gives you one you have to check with one of us before following it. Disobeying a direct order will get you harsh punishment"

"Rule number four, no clothes without being given permission"

"Rule number five, Your bulge is not allowed to be unsheathed without permission"

"Rule number six, You will not come without permission"

"Rule number seven is that you will take your punishments with some fucking grace. You can make noise if the punisher has allowed it but you cant fight or refuse." He paused for a minute to take a breath. "This is your last chance to talk freely, any questions?"

You blinked as you tried to wrap your head around all these crazy rules.

"That's a lot of motherfucking rules..."

"You'll get used to it. You better, for your sake." Karkat growled as he released your horn.

"Those rules come into action now. Do you understand?"

"Yeah" You mutter as you shift awkwardly in the ropes. And then the whip was out again, cracked across your chest.

"Sorry, you must be confused. I'll ask again. Do you fucking understand?"

You grit your teeth as anger sparked in you. "Yes, sir" You spit at him but he smiles at you anyway.

"Good. Now that you know the rules we can start the training. But first things first, I'll need to give you a full examination"

And full it was. You were forced to lay there as he poked and prodded at you. He even stuck his fucking hand in your mouth at one point (You thought about biting him but decided it wouldn't be wroth it) Everything he was doing was just pissing you off until you felt his hands go down to brush over your sheathe and nook. You tensed up as your breath hitched in your throat. No no no no, Not ok. You can handle pain but this... Not this. Karkat seemed to notice your discomfret but didnt stop. You yelped as he plunged his fingers into the folds of your nook.

"S-stop"

You grunt out, trying to pull back from him as much as you could. He cocks an eyebrow at you as he pushes two fingers inside you and something tears.

"Are you trying to get yourself punished? Not only was that not very fucking polite but you didn't even address me correctly" He growled and got in your face, only a hair-breath away from you. You groan in pain and toss your head back. This doesn't even feel good, why the hell would anyone want to do this?

"m-motherfuck-! Please stop, sir!"

He paused before thrusting his fingers into you. Hard. You cant help but cry out in pain. Yeah, you'er definitely bleeding down there.

"No, I don't think I will. After all I am your master now and you cant skip out on this. Its an important part of your training."

You whine and flail in your bounds. You cant take this. Its just his fingers but its too much.

"Look, if you just calm down and stop flipping out this wont hurt as much-"

Unfortunately for you all that struggling just got you more trouble. He had been too close and one of your horns scraped his cheek. He pulled his hand back but you cant feel much relief. You knew you'd fucked up before he grabbed your horns and slammed your head into the table.

"I know you'er new and I'm trying to cut you some slack but if you keep this up then I'm going to grab some sand paper and turn your horns into little fucking nubs"

Your not sure why you said it, had to be the stupidest thing you have ever done.

"Is that what happened to your shitty horns?"

Karkat's face turned bright red and his eyes went wide. Must be a touchy subject. He growled and slammed your head down again before moving back over to the table. After shuffling stuff around for a bit he pulled out a shiny hack-saw. Oh shit. He wasn't bluffing. He moved back over and grabbed your horns again.

"You thought I was kidding?" He spat at you as he moved the saw up to press at the base of your left horn.

"N-No I just- GAAAK!"

He cut you off by starting to saw. It was painful but not unbearable. That was until he hit the core. It was full of blood and sensitive nerve endings. You screamed, you never even knew pain before this. You must have blacked out for a while because the next thing you know hes dropping the horn on you chest and you feel light headed. Karkat put the indigo covered saw down and picked up an ax.

"One down, one more to go."

"w-wait, don't-!" You protested weakly as he grabbed the other horn and lifted the ax. He slammed it down and this time you blacked out for real.