Chapter 5

A knock on the door was all I needed to wake me out my sleep. I opened my eyes sitting up and watched as Ceil opened the gate.

"Ceil"

He jumped at the sound of my voice and made his way to the small table and turned to me.

"I apologize for what I did" he said looking at me in bed.

"What happened to your hand?"I asked completely ignoring whatever it was that he did do.

He looked at his hand that was currently limp with blood running down his fingers dripping on the ground. "It seems to have started again" He said to himself I took notice of his words, Start again?

Seconds past and then minutes and I found myself moving out the bed and to the boy pulling him to the chair.

I wasn't much of a speaker but suddenly I found myself flooding him with questions. "What happened to you- who did this- when did this happen-why did they do this- how did they do it- why did this happen- how did this happen?"

He stared at me his eyes wide even I didn't realize how much I'd said

"I-I can't tell you"

I paused a bit and shook my head, "Your right, you won't, you hate me how could I forget." I got up and walked to the draw and opened it revealing the first aid. I pulled the huge thing out and walked to him with it beginning to dress his wounds.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked as I removed his shirt. I rather left the statement grasping for the sound of my voice which obviously it never received. I looked at his arm and it was awful it was almost as if it had been pulled from his body and then jammed back into place crushing a few veins and vessels. I, sadly, for some reason knew what to do, yes, I regretted it. I pulled his hand out of location watching it hang from his body almost as if it was only connected by skin and pushed it back into place after I steadied his ball and socket joint that had slipped out of place also. I frowned as I stared at the inward bleeding and taking a knife from the packet inside I slit the skin watching the blood run out and sopped it up, resorted to sewing the skin together and then bandaging everything and wrapping something around his neck and under his arm supporting it in a cast.

He looked at my work and stared back at me. "It's well done" He said with a straight face, I couldn't help shake the fact that that was meant to be an insult.

"Better than your 'jam-it-back-into-place' handiwork?"

"Yes" he said after a moment of hesitation. I nodded and went ahead sitting in the opposite chair around the small circular table staring at him.

"Who"

"I can't tell"

"Then why?"

"I almost killed you" I stared at him and paused for a minute. Tried to kill me? Why? After a short minute or so I placed tow and two together and realized the culprit

"Master…"

He flinched taking a short intake of breath and then looked up at me with guilty eyes.

This boy won't speak but his body reacts well. I won't force myself to keep questioning until I can fill in the blanks but I need to make him speak.

"Master will want to know who fixed your hand, I'm sure he knows you're a mess when it comes to cleaning yourself. He'll ask me for sure, imagine the many lies I could create, tell me….or sacrifice the next arm."

He stared at me in disbelief. I never meant to use such a dirty trick, but why won't he tell me, and why did Sebastian do this and why did Ceil want to even kill me?

"Is that a threat?" Ceil asked staring at me

I did a wicked grin one I inherited from my master and watched as his grin fell. I guess the grin gave a thought of seriousness

"Yesterday I came to your chambers and gave you your food" He said firstly adjusting himself in the seat trying to find a place of comfort. "I wanted to kill you in the most silent way possible so I drugged your food with a untraceable poison that causing a person to fall asleep for three days. Sleep is irresistible and once the intoxicated person intakes the drug it begins to eat them off in 32-36 hours. You were supposed to be dead. But Sebastian has a strong nose and smelt the drug when he entered the room. He knew I was the culprit so three days later I was doing the laundry looking forward to the news of your death and suddenly he appeared behind me telling me he was aware of what I did and punished me"

"Punished you? By dislocating your arm? Why not another method you're a child!" He looked like 13.

"I'm a hundred and forty-three years old" he replied plainly. Ok I take that back.

"I see…." I remained silent watching as he stared at me. I still was left with a few unanswered questions. Master smelt the drug in the room, he stayed with me for three days regardless f the fact I'm a slave. But even if he's entitled to torture me…why did he do it in my condition, especially since he was aware of it.

"Why does he care for you" Ceil sad softly looking down in his lap his bangs covering his face. "You're just a slave"

I looked at him. His slave. I repeated in my head.

"He said something about you healing quickly"

"Care?" I asked, did he just say…care

"Yes….because you are able to heal quickly, you would heal more faster if you were awake. So I guess he keep you up to heal faster. It's something that runs through the blood so he had to make you at least get a good amount of blood out your body for it to at least firstly allow you heal"

An image of the bed covered in blood flashed through my mind. He did that to my spine to make me cough up all that blood, do you mean-

"And then he would have to keep you awake"

"I don't want you to fall asleep now; losing a lot of blood must have made you weak and caused you to feel sleepy. Let's see how much you can last for three days. If you dare fall asleep,I'll whip you very hard over and over again"

He-he…..

"I'm guessing….." He said looking back up at me, "…that's what he did"

I froze. Missing pieces suddenly becoming clear and all the missing pieces starting to fall into place.

Master did that to me because he wanted me alive. This man…more like demon, tortures me everyday getting unbelievable pleasure from my cries o pain and agony, yet, he spent three straight days in my dungeon keeping me awake so that I could be alive.

"You don't deserve it" Ceil said softly."WHAT DOES HE SEE IN YOU!"

His hand slammed against the table and he waslked over to mepulling my collar, draping my clothes while he pulled me to his face. "Your just garbage, low ranked garbage, Not even considered as something much less someone, yet someone as low and ugly as you get to have him touch you, have him stare at you, have him carefor you…."

Disgust laced through his words and I must admit it stung, it stung more than I'd imagine. This boy was making me sad, I was becoming depressed.

I watched as he release my clothes with his free hand and looked at me.

"This wasn't how it was suppose to be, if I won that bet….if I could have just beat him. But he was so invincible"

Bet….what?

"I don't understand" I said softly.

"It was different before you came and a little before that. A century and four decades ago…..I was his master, and he was my servant"

My eyes widened completely and I was speechless…What?!