You had always been a rebellious one, my precious. Always thinking, plotting, dreaming up new ways for us to collect hearts. I should have thought this suspicious when your name suddenly appeared on the list for possible masters for the newly discovered Castle. I remember thinking, why should I give this to you? Shouldn't I put someone more... experienced... in that position someone who knows how to deal with authority, who knows how to lead, and not be tempted? But I pushed it out of my mind. You had proven yourself by scavenging for hearts, I reasoned.
I hit your back with my energy whip again, creating another line of pink on your back that slowly turns to red. Your body convulses into a curled ball, like a snail's shell, as if that would protect you from your punishment. Your vocal cords were worn out from this morning's earlier cries, so now all you can manage to utter are whimperings and muted pleas.
"M... master...,you call out, getting on your hands and knees like the dog you are. You begin crawling towards me, your soft pink hair slightly stained with the blood that was plastered on your face, no longer soft and graceful as it once was. You eventually find me, grabbing onto the front of my cloak. You had become clingy, just like the one who was two places above you. Why couldn't you be more like him? Eager to do my bidding, yet smart enough to not challenge the untouchable position of Superior. Your sapphire eyes show fear for you look at me in the face. I gently place my figures underneath your chin, forcing your head up slowly towards mine. As I do, those fearful eyes flutter shut, not daring to look your God in the eye.
"What is it, dog?My voice is degrading, teasing, letting you know that I think of you exactly as the nothing that you are. You are an expendable, nothing more than a puppet made to dance around for my amusement. Your body trembles with this knowledge. My thumb moves gently across your chin, up to your lips. Your breath slows, the hot air somehow managing to creep beneath my gloves. When you don't answer, I bring the whip closer, the energy crackling as it grows closer to your body. You push yourself closer to me, terrified of the whip you know you so deserve.
"Please... I'll... I'll be g-good! I promise!you plead, your voice slightly muffled. I push your chin up higher, wanting to see your scared face again. Looking at your traitorous face disgusts me, so I fade back, letting you to fall to the ground. Your eyes open wide, looking for me, not moving from your hands and knees. I swing the whip again, and another red line appears on your skin. You fall to the floor, hands on your head, your renewed cries like music to my ears. I bring the whip down again and again, causing more and more lines to appear on your back. I purposely sent some cracking off to the side, just so I could see you squirm with fear. You no longer try to hide from the blows; instead you just lay there, taking it all. So it finally happened. Your will has been broken. I smirk with satisfaction. With one last crack of the whip against your aching back, I turn to leave. Just as I am about to go, I turn around one final time to leave you with this last message:
"If you even think of defying me again, remember that your next punishment will leave you begging for me to kill you."
