Baby blue short stories

my little brother 7

POV Till
I was angry, yes, but most of all I was sad.

I knew Will would've never drank alcohol if he knew so, especially not master's.

Master was simply angry because of work and Will was the one who had to suffer from it.

"Till? I need you to clean the basement up. " , I suddenly heard master say.

I felt tears rise into my eyes and he noticed.

"What's the matter?", He asked .

"Do you feel better, now that you've hurt him?", I asked.

"Does he even know what you punished him for?", I continued, starting to actually cry.

"Well, he lied to me about-", master stopped mid sentence,  then asked: "what do you mean?"

"He didn't get anything to eat or drink all day and didn't know what happened to you. He must've been so confused and...and scared.", I sobbed out.

"Are you implying that he did not lie to me?", He asked.

"I'm implying you let your anger blind you and hurt him for doing something that had hurt him.", I said, then I started apologizing over and over, under tears.

Master turned around and left.

~a few days later~

POV Will
I would've been sobbing my heart out, but master told me I'd get punished if I cried to hard.

You're wondering why I'm sad?

Master had sold Till to his friend Fiddleford.

That ment I wouldn't see him anymore for a long time.

When we said our goodbyes, he cried too.

Master took me away and let the other slaves say goodbye.

Everything went downhill from there.

Master really enjoyed using and torturing me and I just let him do it, like the little puppet he wanted.

Tw: s#icide

This went on, until I couldn't take it anymore.

When master left me alone in his office, I grabbed his gun from under his desk and loaded it.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

I put the gun to my head.

The door opened slowly.

Some female slave screamed.

"Oh my God, William, please! Don't do that!", she cried out.

"I'm really sorry, I just, I can't live like this! I can't take it anymore!", I sobbed out.

"MASTER! MASTER!", the girl started screaming.

Just when I pulled the trigger, she jumped at me.

PoV Stanford
I was so annoyed by my slaves screaming, that I went back into my study.

What I saw made me forget my anger.

Will was on the ground, my gun not far from him and he was bleeding from the side.

"Sir, please! He tried to end himself, I, I", the girl sobbed out.

I could tell my favorite little toy was in a lot of pain.

I sighed and took him in my arms carefully.

"Baby, what were you thinking?", I asked softly.

"I don't...want to be a toy anymore. I'm just your doll and I...arg...I can't take it.", he said.

I got the Bullet out with my magic, then healed his wound. Then I carried him to my room and lay him down on my bed.

He was sobbing and shaking violently.

I called Fiddleford and told him what happened.

Fiddleford recommended killing William, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

After all I really liked my slave...in a weird and twisted way.

He was the only one who brought me joy these days.

How could I not have seen how badly it hurt him?!

I needed to find a solution.

Will not be continued