As time went on I had grown accustomed to the way things ran, and they were easy to sum up. Wake up, beatings, chores, repeat. It's a pretty simple life, although i must say, it's quite boring and a little painful. It seems Master Bitch has a liking for whips, which I hadn't known till about a month into my life here. Turns out, she'll give out a few licks of a whip if she's merely having a bad day, which turned out to be quite often. Of course at the account of my arms, she never really seemed to like whipping the back, or at least on me she didn't. There were more things that I have learned, and not for the better either. 5 fully believes and loves Master Bitch, i often question how she does, but then I remember the difference in treatment. 5 craved the slightest amounts of attention from her, and would do anything for it. Hell she even whipped suki because master 'couldn't bear the burden', bitch, the memory is still fresh.
Flashblack
My eyes adverted as I stared at the ground tears welling in them as I clenched my fists, god I'm so useless. I covered my ears in protest, not wanting to hear anymore of their screams that'd aurely be my own one day. "Wait!"I glanced up quickly not wanting to watch anymore of Caits skin crack and bleed. "Don't hurt her! Any lick she's given, give to me instead" oh no, horror crossed my face as the realization of what she said hit me. Master would see what she said in a truly different light. "Well if you insist… 5 bring the girl over, i couldn't be burdened doing to 2 at once" she spoke disdain as she picked at her fingers, as she wasn't bothered by what's shes doing, but that's more or simply because she wasn't.
Flashback over
My face strained as the image of the small child getting cracked stained my mind, anger lowly pulsing with it. But that was 3 months ago I've been here about 6 in total but, I'm not completely sure, master won't let us have a calendar. Just old clocks to dodg-ily tell the time. And if life couldn't somehow get worse, I have nightmares. A lot. Sometimes i wake up silently, and other times not so much. There's been a few times where different members would have to shake me awake or slap me a few times jsut so I'd come back to reality. It's been rough, but I think I'm adapting slowly, somehow.
Twiddling my thumbs I walked through the barn door, but what I saw when I walked in threw me for a loop. Dan and Isabel are kissing and it doesn't look like the kind you give to a family memeber. "Uh!" I spoke awkwardly loud to catch their attention, once I got it they instantly pulled apart and stared at me hesitantly with red faces. "Uhm…" they started, "Dont say anything." Isabel finally spoke, her white hair deeply contrasting with her very dark skin, her face Stoney. "I won't, but… when, why, w-what would she do i-" dan interrupted me his voice timid "i don't wanna think about it" he looked down at the ground, while Isabel kept the ground that didn't really need keeping. "Oh hush up you big scaredy cat." Isabel said with a grim smile "we all know what would happen. And I think...I think 2 years ago and why? Well, I don't know? Is love a good excuse?" She held a haughty grin and nudged his ribs, his face turning bright red as he looked t(e other way. "He's not so good with feelings" she walked over to me while I simply nodded my head, patting my head she ducked down. Resting her forehead on mine she whispered, " maybe you'll get to know the feeling one day" she scuffled my hair and walked away out the door "are you coming Danny?" She Hollered as he went running to her letting out shrill "yes!"
Sitting down at the bench I ignored my grumbled stomach and rubbed my temples, "What the hell just happened" her words dragging me to another thought. How am I supposed to know the feeling if im a slave, i'm not even regarded as human. So what makes me human? My feelings? Do I still feel? Tears welled in my eyes as my headache got worse, confusion lacing and weaving into :my head. What makes me human? I growled, a weird feeling swirling within me, if you couldn't even call it a feeling, something of almost malice twinged. It almost feels...hot. I stood up, a quick wave a magic pulsed through me as i knocked myself backwards. The magic so strong that i could barely hold it and when it passed i felt everything seem to drain and fade to black.
I pulled my wraps around me tighter, embracing the warmth they brought me. Nothing really prepared me for the exhaustion i feel, letting out a soft groan, i stretched my arms out. "Don't move to much, you'll make it worse." My eyes jerked open as a low voice ricotched throughout the stall. It's dark out so, i can't really see anything. But what i could see was what the moonlight reflected off of. Red. "Zenra?" I spoke cautiously. "Yeah?" Her voice lazy and tired. "Whatcha doin'?" "Waiting for you to wake up, you gave yourself magic exhaustion. How?" Shit. "I..l… uh…" "you were a mage before this, weren't you? … If it makes you feel any better, i was too." My eyes widened as i sat myself up, a soft thudding noise coming from the wall. "You were a mage?" "Of course i was, i use rune magic, i mean who else do you think put up the barrier?" I nodded my head "oh-" "what magic do you use' i listened as she shuffled around, her dress scraping on the hay covered floor. "Illusion, but im starting to think there's something else" i twiddled my thumbs, almost seeing my long hair failing in them. "Illusion? What kind of magic is that?' "Simply as the name states , i make illusions for people to see" she let out low 'hmm' as she thought. "Well…" she started but never finished, she wants to say something. So "what is it" my eyes became more adjusted to the darkness and i could finally see her face.
She's conflicted, so she's hiding something, i picked up some hay and twiddled it in my fingers. "When i found you… the table had burn marks in it." Her voice low and mysterious. Burn marks? Was that what that magic was? Confusion wrapped around me again like a blanket. Why am i always so confused? "I'm not sure why you left burn marks, i can only assume it was bloodline magic." Well that didn't help any, "whats that?" "Certain magics can be passed down through the bloodline, but to do so your parents must have strong magic. Cause it's actually transferring their own magic. I had heard my former teacher talk about it once, using his child as an example of it." Her voice took on a tone i had rarely heard, affection. Her voice almost happy at the memory. So i have bloodline magic? But mom taught me her illusions magic, so does that mean i have two types of bloodline magic? I scratched my head in confusion as i tried to think of a possible solution. "This is too confusing, why can't this be simpler to understand." I whined quietly as i dragged a hand over my face. "Because life would be to easy without confusion." She chided as she stood up. "Look, i need to sleep, so I'm going bed and you should too...night." She gave a short wave of the hand as she walked out. Listening to her I followed her command and lulled myself to sleep, another nightmare tearing my head in half.
