Months passed on after Zack had butchered Lust and he had finally begun his P.T. he did find it odd though that Peter, Lusts servent, was helping him like tending to his wounds and aiding him with therapy.
"Peter why are you helping me?" Zack questioned "I killed your master."
They were doing some sword sparing. It was a good toner for any damaged muscles. And to Zack's surprise Peter was amazingly fit where as Zack had grown a bit flabby over the months of healing.
Peter without lowering his guard said "You have killed Madam Lust so now you are now my master, so now I live to serve you."
He charged with supernatural speed. Zack was knocked to the training room floor. Peter offered a hand to Zack. He took his hand while putting his boot into Peters gut, pulling back on Peters hand flipping him over Zack quickly scrambling on Peter. Placing his knees against Peters shoulder and the blade against the back of his neck.
Zack dragged it across to simulate the kill.
"Good thing that the swords are made of wood because you would be so dead right now." Zack said blankly
Zack rose to his feet and stepped over Peter and offered him a hand up. Peter took Zack's hand and rose to his feet.
"Well take a look at your side Zack." Peter told him.
Zack examined his side. There was a welt as big as his fist where Peter smashed the wooden sword against his ribs. Zack would have died if that was a real blade.
Zack merely shrugged it off but he was feeling the pain along with a new feeling. Something that he hadn't felt in years. It was rage not the frustrating kind of anger but the most raw form just straight up wrath. He became angrier and angrier with every assault on the rabbit man. Every blow parried, deflected, and countered by Peter only acted like fuel for the fire.
Zack was soon spitting curses at Peter with every charge. Peter would only respond with blowing a kiss or telling him that he loved him too.
Zack thrusted the training sword at Peters stomach. Peter side stepped to the left and side kicked him knocking him over. Peter pinned him down with a knee landing heavily on Zack's bare chest. Sweat dripping off of Peters chest and face. Zack was breathing hard.
Peter places the blade against Zack's throat. Peter placed his face inches from his.
"Zack you need to calm down." He told him in a stern voice.
Zack only spat in his face.
"So you wish to play it that way do you?" He said clasping both sides of Zack's head and knocked him out with a monster headbutt.
"Oh my, my poor little master I love you dearly but you must control that temper of yours." He said as he picked up the unconscious boy.
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