𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐙

𝟎𝟒

CHAPTER FOUR.
【 第四 】
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"My arm," Y/n choked, his tears blurring his vision. "My arm!"

Spots started to swarm in his vision. The sickening thud of the ax crushing brittle bones replayed in his head and bile rose up in his throat. He could taste vomit on his tongue, and even the putrid smell of iron that came with blood. Y/n's eyes continued to tear up as he stared at his arm—it didn't even seem like his arm anymore. The bones jutted out at horribly twisted angles, there were flesh wounds littered on skin, and redness greeted and rimmed his vision. The pain had not set in yet, but Y/n started to hyperventilate, gasping and reaching out desperately for oxygen. His throat ached.

With such a gruesome sight, Y/n would have expected a great deal of pain. But there wasn't. In fact, his mind almost seemed disconnected from his body; almost; and Felix started to wipe the blood off his arm. His arm started to swell. A purple hue blossomed. It was almost the same sight as his leg, except that it was fresher, more grotesque.

Had he disobeyed earlier on, too? Was that why his leg shared the same wounds and color? Such punishment—was it not too extreme—

"It's quite a pity, isn't it?" Felix exhaled, ignoring the blood that had splattered on his cheek. "Don't you think, darling? What are you sobbing for? Wipe your tears away."

Y/n continued to shake.

With what arm?

"You still have a perfectly good arm," Felix tilted his head. "Don't you, Y/n?"

"Ah..." The syllable broke off from his tongue. Y/n's hand trembled as he read he reached out to the napkin that Felix was holding.

"Wipe your tears." Felix instructed.

But more tears flowed. Y/n was horrified, petrified, dumbfounded. At the same time his mind was clouded by the medicine that Felix had given him. He willed himself to stop crying, but still it persisted stubbornly. In the end, he had to rely on Felix's fingers to brush his tears away.

"Breathe."

Y/n's lungs struggled to expel air.

"You won't die, obviously," Felix cooed, "of course you wouldn't die. That's the thing about enacting our punishments—I have to make sure they stick, don't they? But none of them are life threatening. How could I let my investment die in front of me? I poured a great deal of money into you. I expect a lot in return. And of course, once your legs, you can dance for me once again."

"Dance?" Y/n said in confusion.

"You like dancing, don't you? But you dance only for me," Felix said softly, "you never liked dancing in public, or in front of people. You were very shy, weren't you?"