Satin

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Meanwhile 

A low chuckle reverberated through Zachariah's chest as he admired the door in front of him. 

'Inspired.' He spoke, voice echoing. He moved closer, inspecting each and every slash. It was as though the door were a being that had been slayed and not an inanimate object. The cuts looked to be bleeding and very expertly resembled that of a mauled deer. Swiftly, the man pulled the white satin handkerchief from his blazer pocket and caught a drop of blood that was about to fall from the door handle. 

'Take this and leave it in my office for me. Do not ask what it is, do not look at it.' He extended his arm and dropped the folded handkerchief. before it reached the floor, a hand shot out and grabbed it. 

'Of course, sir. Right away, sir.' Zachariah turned to the voice and smirked. The 'boy' in front of him hastily tucked the napkin into the pocket of his ripped jeans and began to scurry away. 

'Wait, my dear boy.' Zachariah called. The boy turned slowly, not even trying to hide his shaking hands.

'Master?' 

'Come closer to me.' Zachariah stuck his hand out and curled his index finger in. The boy flew forwards until he was inches from Zachariah's face. 'Better.'

Zachariah ran a hand over his perfect blond hair and smoothed out his suit. 'Tell me, boy. Am I good looking?' 

The boy's eyes widened in surprise. It was the last thing he expected his master to ask him. 'G-good looking, sir?'

'Yes, good looking. Do you lack the basic ability to understand the English language or do you just enjoy wasting my time?' Zachariah pretended to inspect his nails, which were perfectly manicured, and wore an easy smile but his cold eyes told the 'boy' that Zachariah was far from happy. 

'Apologies, Sir. Yes, sir I would say so.'

'Why on earth would you say 'so'? That makes no sense, you incompetent fool.' Zachariah's easy expression completely juxtaposed his tone.

'I mean to say yes, sir. You are good looking.' The 'boy' swallowed loudly and wiped the bead of sweat dripping from his forehead. Never had he been alone with Zachariah for this long and never had he been alone with Zachariah while he was in one of his infamous moods. 

'Good. Now, tell me, boy. Am I... Frightening?' 

The boy swallowed once more and took a small step back. 'Why, yes. Of course, sir. I might even go as far as to say you are the most frightening thing I have ever come across.'

Zachariah turned to the boy, smile gone, face deadly. 'Thing, did you say?'

The 'boy' whimpered and began retreating back the way he had come. 'Of course not, sir. I-I-I-I mean, yes I did but I of course did not mean it, sir. You see-'

'Watch that tongue of yours, Abdiel before I reach into your mouth and pluck it from you weak body, do you understand me?' Zachariah towered over the 'boy' and held his throat firmly. 

'I apologies, Sir.' The 'boy' spluttered, struggling to get out of Zachariah's grip. For a moment, Zachariah watched the 'boy' squirm before smirking and letting him go. He fell to the ground, coughing and spluttering.  Zachariah averted his attention back to the door, a frown etched into his beautiful face. 

'I thought I told you all to STAY AWAY FROM THE GIRL!' Boomed Zachariah, leaving the 'boy' once again quaking in his boots.

'Yes, sir. You did, sir, however... I mean not to speak out of turn, sir but you see... Some of us are... worried, sir.'

'Worried?' Zachariah almost laughed, still facing the door.

'Yes. The new year is in seventy one days, thirteen hours and twenty-three minutes. Forgive me for speaking, sir but time is... running out, I fear.' The 'boy' could see Zachariah's skin start to turn pale and he gulped. Be tactical he thought to himself. 

'You fear. You fear? You fear I won't be able to do what needs to be done, you mean.'

'No, no no no no no, sir. Never, sir. Never that, sir. I have no doubt that you will succeed, sir. It's just that... well, sir, you see, the thing is, sir-' 

'Spit it out, Abdiel, my time is precious.'

'I apologise, sir. S-some of us-s are just concerned that perhaps this won't be as easy a-as you are anticipating it to be.' 

Silence.

Zachariah's skin had turned completely white. He turned around to face the 'boy', finally. A menacing expression on his face. 

'Oh no. Oh no I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I knew it. I knew it. I apologise profusely, sir.' Black veins began to crawl up Zachariah's neck. His eyes flickered between normal and red. 

'Please, sir. Not here, sir. What if she returns, sir?' At this, Zachariah turned back into 'himself' again. He ran a hand across his hair and fixed his suit before easing a soft smile onto his face. 

'I assure you, boy. I will not fail. Never doubt me.' He stared at the door once more and then made his way to the elevator. He didn't check to see if the 'boy' was following behind him. he knew. 

'Find out who did that to her door and bring me their heart. Make sure the others know that I will not tolerate disobedience. They seem to have forgotten who their master is.' Zachariah stepped into the elevator and gave the 'boy' a look that said you're not riding with me. 

As the doors closed, the 'boy' said 'You have my word, sir.' Zachariah grunted in approval. 

'I do not get paid enough for this.' The 'boy' sighed, clutching his chest and trying to regulate his breathing. 

'You do not get paid at all, Abdiel.' Zachariah's voice boomed.