A Kings Tale

2

[TW: Suicidal topics and self-harm]

Scott sighed softly and decided to try something new for once. 

_____

"Why are you here?" Lhaan asked harshly. Scott was bowing before him silently, unmoving. "I asked you a question" his voice raised slightly in volume. "I'm sorry" Scott responded softly in a calm tone, "for upsetting you." He raised his head and looked up at his lord. Lhaan stared down at him with a furrowed brow. "is that all? a petty excuse for an apology?" he cocked his head to the side with a scoff. "you're pathetic, a disappointment to all that lay eyes on you" he hissed. Scott kept a calm collected smile and kept his empty gaze fixed on the male. "And yet you picked me out of hundreds of others shown that day" he retorted, earning a swift slap to the face. he kept his smile and turned his head back to him. "thank you master" he said curtly before excusing himself and leaving to his room, leaving the man to fume. 

Scott sighed in relief once he was locked safely in his room, that was a ballsy move. Perhaps if he pushed enough buttons he'd be returned, or better, set to eternal rest. Set to eternal rest, maybe that wouldn't be so bad. he looked out his window with a longing gaze, wishing for true freedom. he slid down his door and began scratching at the back of his forearms anxiously as he lost himself in his own thoughts. 

A knock shook him out of his trance as he quickly got up and answered it. The servant was about to relay a message when a blot of red caught their eye. "oh my" they whispered and gripped his arm, inspecting the deep scratches that had begun bleeding. "what did you do?" they asked in a soft worried tone and began gently pulling him to the infirmary, which the young man let happen. "my arms were itchy and I spaced out, I guess I got carried away" he chuckled softly, not wanting to admit to his habit. the servant sighed and pat his head gently. "be more careful dear" they smiled reassuringly and brought him to the nurse, who patched him up without asking any questions. 

After his arms were properly disinfected and bandages the Servant finally relayed the message that Scott had been summoned, to which he quickly headed to the room. the moment he entered the room Lhaan grabbed him by his hair, much like earlier but this time had his head slammed into the wall. "You insolent child, you really think you're better than me?" he hissed in his ear. "you think you won't get punished for your actions?" he grabbed him by the neck and squeezed. Scott stared him in the eyes and simply smiled, not resisting, to which Lhaan squeezed tighter. "you want to die!? is that it???" he hissed again. Scott kept his smile and slowly closed his eyes, giving in to his coming unconsciousness from the lack of oxygen. Lhaan saw what was happening and let go, instead of hitting him, and he hit hard. Scott yelped and winced yet didn't resist, instead of putting his smile back on and waiting for the next strike, yet it didn't come. the dishevelled young man slid down the wall, trembling slightly and tried his best to keep the smile on, despite the oncoming tears. Lhaan watched as he slowly broke down into sobs with no remorse and simply had him removed. 

Scott resisted, he was clearly capable to defend himself as he easily shoved away from the guards and fought them off as they tried taking him away. Lhaan was intrigued by this behaviour and had the men leave him now. Scott remained on the floor, now breathing hard and laying down, looking incredibly exhausted. he picked him up and carried him to bed carefully where he observed the young man who suddenly seemed so different than moments ago. It almost seemed like a switch flipped. Feeling a tug on his clothes he looked at the source with a sense of confusion, a hand. Scott's hand. Why was he clinging to him like this? The young lad pulled himself closer and clung to his master's legs, which Lhaan reluctantly allowed simply to observe what he would do. Perhaps this was an attempt to please him? he watched as Scott drifted off to sleep and decided to leave him here until morning, again, for observation purposes. 

____

"Master, please forgive me!" Scott begged while sitting on his knees, tears running down his face. "Forgive you? you want mercy don't you, you brought this upon yourself," he said harshly and raised the whip, striking him across the back once again. How did things turn so badly? "I thought you liked pain" he struck him again, Scott screaming in anguish as the burning pain rushed through his skin again. "I don't! I don't master!" he cried out. "Your wounds disagree, you hurt yourself like some sick masochist" he set the whip down and motioned for a servant to take over, the same one who helped him earlier. the servant took a bowl of salt off a tray and walked over, rubbing it into the poor man's wounds, causing more screams of pain and suffering. 

Lhaan watched with cruel amusement as Scott was tormented, all over the self-inflicted wounds on his arms. It in reality was but an excuse, he didn't really care much although he found it pathetic, he just wanted to hee he beg, scream and weep. he wanted him to suffer. Scott only lasted so long before losing consciousness from the pain and how hard the treatment was on his body. Once he was out, Lhaan had him cleaned and removed yet he wasn't yet treated, instead the man used him for his own pleasure, all while keeping a sadistic grin on his face. 

Scott awoke the next day and wished he never did, wished that he could return to sleep for eternity.