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"Two hundred thirty-four."
Sweat dripped off his forehead like a running faucet.
"Two hundred thirty-five."
His body was in perfect push up position. Legs and torso straight, arms lowing his chest to the floor in exact ninety degree angels. He slowly raised his body up again.
"Two hundred thirty-six."
He had over grown black hair, wet with perspiration.
"Two hundred thirty-seven."
Even his old uniform was soaked in sweat. The green pant legs were torn to his calf, cuts littering the suit. The young boy had no shoes, leaving his bare pale feet.
"Two hundred and, uhn, thirty-eight."
The once spotless costume had old dried blood stains.
"You stuttered."
The boy fell to the ground, panting, his shoulders and arms feeling like they were on fire.
"P-Please Master...N-No I-" The teenager scrambled up, back pressed against a cold steel wall matching the ground and ceiling. The room he was in had a camera in the corner, pointing to the child at all times. There was a single door in the room, but it was locked at almost all times.
"Look at yourself." The voice mocked, "Your pathetic. Begging me for forgiveness for your own mistakes. It's disgusting."
"Master p-p-pl-please..." The boy begged, blue eyes darting around the dark metal room.
"The punishment-"
"N-N-No-"
"-for a mistake-"
"-M-Master!"
"-is three-"
"-NO!" The boy sobbed, curling into a fall, feebly trying to protect himself from his near future.
"-whippings." The deep man's voice finished, with a tone that would have gone with a evil smirk.
Suddenly, the only door in the room opened.
There stood a tall man, wearing a black and gold mask.
His name was Slade.
"Now now Robin...no need to scream." With a smirk, Slade pulled out a long whip and cracked it in the air.
-Shelby