Killermare: No Title.

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TW: Violence.

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  Days had passed by. Many brutal beatings for weeks, and even years. He was only allowed a great opportunity once. And only once.

  "6398." The number was called. He arose from what the housing called a 'bed'.

  The monster was tired and beat. He sway on his feet, his knees almost locked together as he stood. Blood dripped down his chin and human flesh lay limp on his hands. The only food he'd ever 'deserved' was a month old carcass of an animal or human remains. The bags under his eyes were heavy and he looked overworked.

  'Yes?' He replied, half dull.

  "Someone rather special is here to see you." The 'master' of the living space said, tapping a pencil in her clipboard.

  'Ah, yes, another worthless being here to take me in, just so I can attempt at ending my life!' He said with a crooked smile.

  "For lord's sake, 6398, get your ass out here before I feed you to the dogs." The women threatened.

  The monster stood, hunched over, and sighed. He then stood upright and straight, meeting the daylight that was before him.

  "As promised, here is number 6398!" The women said to a monster - who looked rather similar to 6398 - in front of her.

  The monster looked rather clean and handsome. Wealthy, even. It put a little spark in 6398's eyes, making him look away. The women looked at 6398 and groaned.

"6398, you have a new home, you better treat them with respect or we'll chop off every limb you have." She threatened, patting his head so it looked as if she said something friendly.

  She plastered a fake smile and bowed, "I hope you find him splendid, my lord."

  6398 looked at the wealthy monster, who looked him up and down. The monster smiled and extended his hand to the smaller. 6398 just waved it away and jumped off the stage he was on, meeting the wealthy one's side.

"You're 6398, correct?" The wealthy monster said. His voice was thick and smooth, like caramel. And boy, did 6398 melt.

  'It depends..' 6398 responded, smiling dully.

  The wealthy one frowned, "Two personalities?"

  'Just the bare minimum.' 6398 replied, sighing as he didn't get the joke.

  The wealthy one smiled, "How about we go back to the palace, hm?"

  'A palace?!' 6398's eyes immediately sparked and, for once, he felt his eyelights flicker back. His face fell, not wanting to show so much excitement.

  'Or you could leave the person you just,' He brought his hands up and made air quotes, 'Adopted. On the streets.' He finished with a fake smile, showing he wasn't impressed.

  The wealthy monster grabbed the slaves hand and harshly drug him to his chest. He put his hand on the back of his neck and his head to where the slaves 'ear' would be.

  "I'm not one to play games with." He whispered, his caramel smooth voice sending shivers down the others spine.

  "I understand you have never been in a good home, but that gives you no right to treat someone willing to take you in with such carelessness. Do I make myself clear?" He stated blankly.

  6398 shivered under his touch, making the wealthy one smile, "Excellent." Was the only thing that was said as he let the other one go. A small crowd had formed around them and they were all shocked to see the slave looking so pale.

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