The King's Pet

Chapter 19

. ..𓂃 ྐ❤︎ 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 ´ཀ'

"Enjoying your stay, Lucas?" Bruce asked, noting the tension in his posture and the way his eyes flickered to the button in Bruce's hand. A button that, with a single press, would retract the roof and let the deadly sunlight pour in.

"You wanted freedom, didn't you?" He paused before adding, "You thought you could escape me. How quaint."

Lucas's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. His silence was a small victory, a sign that he knew his place. Bruce took a step closer, the sound of his cane tapping against the marble floor filling the room.

"Do you know what happens to disobedient pets, Lucas?" Bruce asked, leaning on his cane as he stared him down. "They get punished. Severely."

He could see the fear in Lucas's eyes now, a delicious sight. Bruce had no intention of letting him die, of course. This was merely a lesson, a reminder of who held the power. He would close the roof before the sun could do any real damage. But for now, Bruce enjoyed watching him squirm.

"You see, Lucas" Bruce stated, slowly pacing around the glass cage. "I don't care about your pleas for freedom."

Bruce stopped in front of the glass, looking at Lucas with a serious expression on his face.

"You belong to me. And I will remind you of that as often as necessary."

With a cruel smile, he raised the button, his thumb hovering over it. "Shall we see how well you handle a bit of sunlight, my dear pet?"

With a press of a button, the roof slid open. The light crept slowly across the floor, inching closer to him. Bruce could see his panic, the way he scrambled to the farthest corner, trying to escape the unescapable. The first touch of sunlight hit his feet, and he hissed in pain, smoke rising from his skin.

The roof continued to open, letting more sunlight flood into the room. Lucas pressed himself against the glass wall, becoming even more frantic and desperate.

"What's the matter, Lucas? Running out of places to hide?"

The sunlight crept closer, and Bruce could see the first wisps of smoke rising from his clothes. Lucas's shirt began to smolder, tiny flames catching onto his fabric. He slapped at the fire, but it was useless. His clothes were fully alight.

Bruce couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, Lucas, you look like a candle about to burn out. But we can't have you turning into a pile of ash, now can we? All that money I spent on you would go right down the drain."

With a sigh, he pressed the button again, and the roof began to close. The sunlight receded, leaving Lucas huddled in the corner, his clothes charred and smoking. He looked up at Bruce, his eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and relief.

"Consider this a warning," Bruce said, his voice cold and commanding. "Next time, I might not be so merciful."

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