Another Chapter, Yay!
I cradled my head in my hands, curling up as small as I could. All hope being lost, drowning, falling deeper, I am pathetic, Scum at the bottom of the shoes of Highbloods, I deserve nothing but pain and sorrow. I am lucky to be alive, lucky to have such a good master who takes care of me. I should be grateful. I'm revolting like my blood, appalling like my caste, No, what am I thinking… My chest ruptured as I saw their faces again in my mind. Their faces stared at me, eyes swollen from tears that I had caused. My breath stops only to allow piercing screams that escape my mouth as I see their expressions. Each one of my friends with a twisted look directed towards me. The screams got louder, their screams, my screams. I knew it was my fault, it was because of me they had died in such pain. My body had no more control as it slumped to the ground. I became light headed, the moisture on my face blurred their faces as my screams drowned out theirs.
I began to hyperventilate, my body shaking violently as my lungs couldn't take in enough air. Brown Translucent tears flowed down my cheeks and off my chin; I opened my eyes looking into the bloodcurdling eyes of Xanthe. "S-stop," I muttered, dragging my nails along the sides of my head, leaving brown marks where my nails dug in. "I do not think you've learned your lesson Remisa." He chuckled pitilessly, His smile malicious,It was horrifying. I could feel my eyes rolling back as the voices and images in my head grew more intense, I began to see dark splotches in my vision and soon the darkness in my mind engulfed me.
Chuckle-voodoos are types of psychic powers Purple-blooded trolls possess to help keep lower blooded castes in check. It is an unjust, sick way of control that they possess. Capris never learned to use her chuckle-voodoos correctly and they usually come back and spite her. It also might have to do with head trauma she had received as a wriggler. She has been training to be a Subjugglator, as many others of her caste do who belong to the "miraculous" Juggalo-like cult. It wasn't her first choice to train to become like the others of her kind, but after coming to the palace, it wasn't her decision to make anymore. Xanthe was a big follower of the "Mirthful Messiahs Dark Carnival" and anything of the sorts. Always wearing his clown makeup and carrying his juggling clubs, He was ridiculous.
Hesitantly I opened my eyes to find myself alone, back in pitch black, but my neck felt heavy. I brought my hand to delicately feel around my throat. I felt metal and then I heard a slight jingle of a chain. It was like a collar for trained bark beasts, he put me in a collar! He was treating me like an animal now, how disgraceful. I pulled at it, and felt around for how it had been put on, but there was nothing; I was guessing it was the handiwork of one of the many great welders that resided at this palace. This ticked me off more than anything in the chain of events that had happened, I was not a pet. I was not a butterfly pinned to a board, never to be free again. I would be free, and I would change this miserable place. I would change all of troll society. No, there was no way I could do that, many had tried and died to the Highblood Ancestors of the many trolls here. I could try, and do what I could, and maybe help out trolls like me in need, but never could I change to way of life here.
I would escape, but this time with a better plan and maybe some friends on the outside who could help me. I smiled wide, and then I would become stronger and show Xanthe how low I was! I guess I'd have to get out of here first, and doing that would require doing a bit of begging and degrading myself a bit. But if it was in order to become a step closer to my freedom, then it was worth it in the long hall. I glared across the room, my eyes piercing through the darkness like a knife to the heart. Soon the room didn't feel as dark and menacing to me as it had once been, even if Xanthe could push me into submission using his Chuckle-voodoos, I would find a way around it. And so I waited till he showed up again in what must've of been hours, I would hate begging to be forgiven for now, but It wouldn't matter later on.
The door opened again and slammed just as fast, I gulped loudly as the lights turned on and I was alone with Xanthe in the dim room again. "Xanthe…" I began, and an amused grin crossed his face. He leaned against the large metal door behind him and nodded, silently letting me know I could continue. I sighed, bowing my head letting it hover about and inch from the ground. "I'm sorry for disobeying you sir!" I said quickly, hoping he would accept that and this could be over with, but all I heard was a loud laugh and some footsteps towards me. I kept my body still, refusing to look at him. His feet were right in front of my face and I gulped once again.
"You call that begging?" he scoffed, tapping his foot, "You can do better can't you, I won't forgive you that easy."
"I…" I rolled my eyes at the ground, "Please, I'm so low compared to you and I don't deserve your forgiveness…"
"Go on."
"And I should've been culled for my disobedience but my k-kind, l-loving master gave me another chance, and yet I still fail to obey you. Please, I beg of you forgive me sir! I won't run away again I promise, just let me leave this room…" I was so angry with myself right now. He hummed, and I looked up into his eyes, he nodded his head. He reached down, grabbing my arm and pulling me to stand. "Thank you sir…" I whispered.
"Shut up, lets get you a change of clothes…" He pulled me close to him, leading me towards the door, "You will still be punished this week though, you will clean more then you ever have, no breaks and any sign of disobedience will get you beaten, understand?"
"Yes sir." I mumbled. One day, I would make this bastard pay for all the shit I had to take from him.
