His back hurt but he knew better than to complain. What was the point if he was going to have to do this anyways? His dreams haunted him, so he was too tired to complain.

On his knees, both hands scrubbed at the white marble stone that was at the entrance of the glamorous castle. Link sighed and let his tears fall. What was the point of crying? If his masters caught him, he would be laughed at for being weak. But that didn't stop the moisture.

He had to complete the floors before Demise came back, and if they weren't complete well...

He didn't want to think about the consequences.

Blowing the hair from his face, he dipped the dirt filled rag into the bucket again and pulled it out, wincing at the sting of the chemicals. He had to get the floor spotless but whatever Ghirahim had put in the bucket wasn't strong enough to get the stains out quickly and it burned on contact. A pair of white feet appeared in front of him and he flinched.

"Well, you do a great job and I see you have almost completed your task! To say I am shocked is an understatement! In truth, I figured the burning would've caused you too much pain to where you couldn't finish. How silly of me!" Ghirahim chuckled. "Why so mute? Did your screaming cause you to loose your voice last night?"

Link flinched as Ghirahim laughed again. He stared at the floor that was so clean, he could see Ghirahim's reflection in it.

"Well, finish that spot and you then can have a break! I am positive you'll be on time for dinner right...?" Ghirahim kicked the boy over then kicked the bucket with the dirty water. "Whoops! My bad. You'll have to clean this up, and I'd hurry if I were you. Master will not be pleased to see his floor dirty from your mistake."

Link got up and frantically picked the nearly empty bucket up again and scurried off to find more rags.

"Oh such a shame he wont make it." Ghirahim smiled and cast his magic into the floor. "Let's see him clean this up."

"I see." Demise growled as he walked to his castle. Unlike Ghirahim, he wanted to take the time and look at his surroundings. Sure if Demise wanted to, he could teleport strait to his throne. But to be honest, despite his looks, he thought of nature as a thing of beauty. The only part of Hylia he didn't hate.

"I-I-I'm sorry for this terrible, terrible news King Demise." A servant bowed from the waist down respectively.

"Well, she wasn't my responsibility to begin with. Do not fear me, I'd fear Ghirahim. He will truly become blood thirsty when he hears that the girl has escaped." The servant stopped.

"Understood sir. It has been an honor serving you." The servant trembled in fear.

"I don't think he'd kill you, just probably take a few limbs, maybe use some of his devises, other than that, you'll live." The servant gulped.

"Understood..." He mumbled then quickly left. Demise sighed in frustration then opened the huge doors and stepped in. The air absolutely reeked of horrible skin burning chemicals and a hint of tears. Demise gazed to the floor to see Link frantically scrubbing the floors as hard as he could. He closed the door quietly and took a step forward feeling the horrible sticky feeling mixed with the chemicals.

"Slave!" Demise growled. "Stand!" Link jumped and trembled, standing up and facing his master. Demise examined the front of the boy seeing that chemicals had burned through parts of the clothing on his pants, his hands and feet red from the awful liquid.

Link sighed and bowed his head letting the tears fall. Demise growled. "You were given a simple task and you couldn't even complete that? Useless!" Demise punched Link in the face hearing a grunt of pain followed by a new scent of blood.

Demise looked around the sticky white floor. "What did you do? Spill the bucket? Your master wont be pleased to learn that you couldn't get the floors clean."

Reaching down, he picked the child up by the hair and stormed into the white doors on the right. He dragged the squirming boy through the hallways as the servants ran and hid. At the end of the hall were two large doors where Ghirahim was probably sitting on his throne doing his job.
That's exactly where Demise was headed.

Ghirahim sighed and sipped at the blood of his previous victim in a silver wine glass.

"Exquisite." Ghirahim mumbled watching his slaves pick up the corpse from the white bloody carpet. "One wrong deed provides a nice drink for me."

It was true, the "wrong" deed the person did wasn't necessarily their fault. A couple of kids were hungry and wanted to have a cow for a meal. They ended up breaking the fence and running for their lives letting all the cows and horses run away. The farmer was blamed for it and when confronted, he had the courage to reply, "It was not my fault."

Ghirahim was furious! Outraged! Sick with anger! And in one small bad move, he didn't realize he killed the poor fellow until he dropped limp, crimson splattering everywhere! Still being angry the demon just wanted a taste of him, but couldn't stop. So he sucked the blood from his veins and put it in a barrel for later use.

Ghirahim's head snapped up when thundering footsteps echoed through the castle. "Well, I'm sure master's home!" Ghirahim announced, shooing his servants away. Demise stormed through the door throwing Link in front of him kicking him forward to Ghirahim's feet. By the time they reached Ghirahim's throne, Link's face was bloody and he was sure a few of his ribs were broken. He was curled in on himself and trembling in fear.

"Ghirahim," Demise started coldly. "I know you're trying to make his life a living hell, and I believe you succeeded." Ghirahim wasn't sure where this was going. "Punish him thoroughly." Ghirahim released a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Okay master. I'll make sure he doesn't slack off on chores again." Ghirahim responded with an evil smile.

"You better. He slacks off again and you will pay the price too." Demise stormed out of the room with thundering footsteps. Ghirahim looked to his slave in the skin tight clothing crying silently.

"Oh sky child, getting your master in trouble, that's going to cost you." Ghirahim sighed. "So many ways, just what to do? Hmm..." Ghirahim admired the boy on the ground, a thousand idea's running through his head. Link was absolutely terrified.

Ghirahim gently made the boy stand. "I believe I know what I should do." Ghirahim smiled viciously as he lead the boy to a room in the dungeons.

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Welp, this is one of those things where you tell me what you want to happen to him! Tell me! Releasing him is out of the question. Basically, if you were Ghirahim, what would you do? I have plans, (a BUNCH of torture ideas) I'm just curious on what will happen! If I get no ideas well... it will be a surprise! REPLIES BELOW!

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