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The pipe dripped, making a puddle at the far end of the room. Four couldn't help but to be soothed by the constant drip, drip, drip, calming his mind and distracting him from the metal collar around his neck. It chafed the skin terribly, rubbing raw and making him bleed, but he deserves it. He made Master unhappy; he was to blame. What he did exactly remained unknown to him, but he knew it must have been horrible to receive such a beating and not to mention being separated from his only source of water.
He tugged on the chains slightly, testing them, but they held fast against the wall, not willing to budge, no matter that the concrete walls were old and deteriorating. The turtle scanned the environment, looking for a way to possibly release him temporarily from the collar. While he knew he was nothing but the scum of the earth, he needed water, being just over a week since he last ate or drank or seem anyone, for that matter. There was no light in the room, his eyes adjusted long ago to the darkness. Bones and skulls lay scattered in chanced places, some animal, some human. Insects of all sizes crawled on their bellies on the ceiling, enjoying the dampness and the moldy air as they let their droppings fall all over the ground, even on the mutant turtle, but he was used to it. He went onto his hands and knees, groping at the straw and scraps of cloth which he called a bed. He only received it last week, or maybe last month, he wasn't entirely sure, for doing well at pleasuring the Master. It wasn't very soft or warm, but he enjoyed that his Master was capable of such goodness.
The puddle of mucky water was just out of reach as he stretched my arm. He squinted his eyes in pain; the collar he wore had been fitted to him many years ago when he was still small so now it cut into his flesh tightly and made it difficult to breathe. The water was maybe only the length of half a femur bone away, but no matter how much he struggled, he just couldn't reach. Suddenly, a bright light emulated from where the iron door normally stood undisturbed. He couldn't help but scream. He hadn't seen light for days and to see it all of a sudden made fireworks go off in my brain and behind his eyes. The pain was blinding and made the turtle hiss and clutch his head, digging his steel fingernails into the sides of his head, dribbling blood onto the fecal covered floor. He had to get away from the garish light. He hated the light, it hurt and obviously if his master kept him in darkness, then he must hate the brightness. He turned from the light, holding up his hands in defense while whimpering from the searing pain.
"How dare you turn away from me, you arrogant worm!" A voice boomed from the door opening. Just as sudden as before, the owner of the voice wielded a leather whip with steel tipped tassel. He swung the whip over his shoulder and brought it down hard on the turtle's head with a loud crack. The mutant turtle screeched with every blow, cowering in the corner with the most bones of animals. He tried to stand, but he couldn't plant his footing in the slimy fecal matter and urine while shards of bone jabbed the pads of his feet, "Speak, you dolt!" the man continued to beat the turtle unmercifully.
"Master!" the mould barley get in a word before another crack rang through his ears as blood spurted onto the wall, "I'm sorry, Master, I deserve every whipping you allow me to receive!" he braced himself for another attack, but none came. He wasn't sure what he said exactly, but it stopped his Master from punishing him any further.
His Master smirked, lowering his weapon from the ready position. His slicked back his dark hair with his gloved hand, inhaling deeply before stopping the air in his throat, pinching his nose, "God, you're such a dirty little slut aren't you? Stinking up the place and leaving such a mess." He added after a moment, "Answer, Four." The man used the end of the whip to touch the turtle's chin and tilted his head up so their eyes met.
"Master," the mutant trembled from the adrenaline which slowly subsided from his veins. He flexed his fingers and toes nervously, getting down on the ground. He crawled over the filth and to the feet of his master, bowing with his face to the floor as a sign of submission. It wasn't that he was afraid of his master. In fact, he was quite thrilled to see him after nearly a week with no contact with anyone else. He was excited to be in the company of such a beautiful man who whole heartedly cared for him. His master's baby blue eyes glared down at him as his shoulder length hair rested in place, unmoving. He wore a black pinstriped business suit and dark dress shoes that showed the mutant's reflection, "I am humbled by your presence and yes, I am nothing but a vermin and a slut that is not worthy to implore your forgiveness for any of the crimes which I commit." Four could feel his eyes become wet and his chest racked with sobs. He knew in his heart that what he spoke was indeed true and he couldn't deny it. After all, the truth would set him free, right?
His master smiled at him, "I am pleased with your response, Four, and for that, I offer you a treat." The man turned and walked out of the room, stumbling slightly on a few skulls and broken bones. The turtle wiped his eyes with his arm and sniffed. What could it be? The turtle wondered to himself, Maybe an arm or a leg? A head? Maybe a heart or a kidney? He licked his lips at the thought; he especially loved the organs. He ran his tongue over his teeth, which his master artificially sharpened nearly three years ago. It was painful and took nearly a month for him to get used to it and not bite a hole through his cheek every time he fed. He could feel a thin cut form at the tip of his tongue and tasted blood; sweet, sweet coppery blood that reminded him of so many screams from men that his master brought to him to dispose of.
"Please, I'll do anything you want! Don't kill me!" a new voice pleaded for its life, breaking Four from his thoughts. The mutant cocked his head to the side, snapping his teeth together continuously, scraping his steel toenails on the floor like an animal, which technically, he was.
His master emerged with another man dressed in a white button up shirt and slacks with dress shoes, yelling, "Please, Kier, don't let it eat me!" he dug his heels into the grime, trying to stop himself from being pushed any further into the room. His hands were bound with rope and his ankles sported shackles that you might see law enforcement using. With a swift shove, the mutant's master flung the other man to the ground before disappearing into the hallway. He instructed another burly man in the hall to shut the heavy door, which he did.
They were in complete darkness. Only the sound of the man screaming and the turtle snarling and hissing and rattling chains could be heard. At this moment, a click rang through the room. Four doubted that the man even heard the small noise, but he most certainly did. He could feel the restraints loosen from his neck and let out a sharp yelp. The skin which had been regrowing from his previous wounds were now being ripped from him flesh. Pus and blood squirt from the reopened wounds, but it was only a minor setback to the prize which yelled, terrified, before him. Although it was dark, Four spent all of his life in the dark. It was a constant companion to him and he drew comfort from it and now, it covered the man's eyes from seeing his killer.
The mutant wasted no time in executing his prey. He bounded to the man on all fours, teeth barred, and eyes fiery. He man waved his bound hands as if trying to appease whatever creature planned on disemboweling him, yet it was to no avail. Four leaped onto the man, ripping him apart with his claws and teeth, showing no mercy. The prey screamed and screamed as his flesh began to fly amongst the bone and bile. Finally, Four dug his teeth into his throat, locking his jaws like a wild animal might do as blood squirted onto his mouth. The man kicked at the mutant, hitting his head once with his shin. The turtle reached out to his ankles and did a "come here" motion with his fingers, slicing his Achilles tendon in the man's left foot. He could see the muscle recoil back into the upper part of his leg close to his knee, as if sensing that it wouldn't be around for much longer. After another few moments of loosing blood, the man's screams subsided into a whimper and then silence.
Four then let go of the man's throat, panting heavily as he did so. He was almost too excited to contain himself. Finally, something to eat after so many days. His hands were shaking as he carefully unbuttoned his shirt and then removed it entirely, tossing it on the pile of hay and then repeating the process with the man's pants and boxers then shoes and socks. He watched the man's body for a few moments before he moved his small frame over top of the body with both hands and legs on either side of the corpse. Four stooped lower and put his ear canal onto the man's chest. He imagined a heartbeat although one wasn't there. The turtle then sat on the man's lower stomach, pushing out the remaining air from the man's lungs as if to bid the world a final farewell.
His eyes still remained wide open, staring at the ceiling. Four tried to imagine that those eyes were baby blue instead of brown and that his hair was black instead of yellow with bits of red here and there from blood. He ran his fingers through the man's chest hair, rubbing the muscle. Although this man's hair was thicker than that of his master, it was much the same. Four couldn't help but think of his master as he sat atop that man, thinking of how undeserving he is to have his love and affection. His master knew nothing of just how deeply Four cherished him. He often imagined that the men he killed was his master and would lay with them for hours on end into the night before his stomach got the best of him and he ate his meal. Four grasped the man's bound hands and undid the rope with his claws. He stared at the man's hands large and powerful, imagining them with black leather gloves as his master often wore. The turtle closed his eyes and led the dead man's hands over his plastron, first in circular motions and then up and down his chest before letting them trail farther south where the slit was that concealed his gender. Although he wanted to image that he could pleasure his master through this corpse, he knew in his heart that that area belonged to his real master and his master alone, no matter if he imagined that this man was him or not.
The mutant turtle tapped his fingers on the corpse's chest before making a deep incision from its chin to its crotch, opening the chest cavity. The organs were so perfectly preserved that Four couldn't help but marvel at them. First, he took hold of the soft sternum and gave it a good solid yank, severing it from the rest of the ribs, leaving the goods exposed. He reached with both hands deep inside the man, feeling for certain organs like the liver, kidneys and the pancreas, which were his favorites. He shoved them into his mouth, scraping his knuckles on his sharp canines, chewing loudly before shoveling more into his awaiting mouth. He couldn't even taste his food at this point, but he didn't care; all he knew was that he was hungry and before him was a divine meal that could make him satisfied for at least three days if he kept it clean and safe from the bugs.
"Thank you, Master, for this great feast." He said aloud although he knew his master left as soon as he was released from his collar.