"Merlin…my name is Merlin…" The man panted, blood dripping down from his wounds.
Derk tutted and swung the whip at the man, the thin, sharp material slicing into his chest, blood from earlier whippings splattering against his face and chest.
"What is your name?" He asked again.
"MERLIN!" The man cried loudly.
The warlock hated men like this, thinking that they could break anyone, who they want, but not him. Merlin would give no satisfaction to this evil man, even if it would cost him his life, the black haired man could not give in, he would not break.
"Wrong!" Derk cried and the leathery material cut into his battered and bruised chest, the numbness of the cold made him not feel pain, instead it was a deep, numb, dull pain.
"I'll ask you again slave, what is your name!?"
He was getting impatient, Merlin knew this, it almost made him smile, the mans' ego and self-confidence nearly plummeting to the ground.
But this time, Merlin did not respond.
"You're name is 525, 525!" The man screeched.
"My name…is Merlin…" He breathed, feeling sleep near.
He heard something, it sounded like a huff but it ended up being a long, mad laugh.
Derk was losing it.
After a while the man stopped laughing.
"Oh you're tough…so…bloody tough!" He cried and grabbed Merlin's chin and moved it up, eyes met.
"I don't know what you think you are and quite frankly I don't care but I know one thing, I will break you, no matter how many sleepless nights we have to go through, no matter how long it takes me, I will use all torture possible to break you, you will go, you will beg, you will be quiet, your very soul sucked out of you and all that's left is an empty shell of a slave named 525…" He said, eyes mad, licking his lips.
Merlin smirked and spat at him.
The man cried out in rage and punches Merlin across the face and stormed out.
Merlin's jaw throbbed, it felt as if a brick fell on him, his muscles ached and slowly the warlock fell into a deep slumber.
He remembered waking to a heavenly scent, a scent he missed and loved…food.
Slowly he opened his eyes to see two large buns, freshly baked, steaming, the bread still hissing, slowly he saw a light brown liquid drizzle down, coating the top, honey.
Merlin slowly smacked his lips together, finding them dry and chapped.
"Hungry?" Derks voice called, coolly.
Merlin gulped.
"It's all yours…" Derk smiled and unchained one of Merlin's arms and held the silver plate close to him.
Merlin reached for it, still dazed from sleep, all he thought of, yearned for, needed was food.
"Ah-Ah-Ah…" Said the man and moved it away, Merlin looked up with sad eyes.
"Beg…" He smirked, eyes like the devil himself.
"Beg you're master and it's all yours…" He said.
