Perfect (PewdieCry)

Chapter 2

I saw nothing but the black veil of darkness shrouding my vision, yet all my other senses told me everything I needed to know. As the crackling fires echoed from below, two hands gripped my shoulders firmly and there was a cold breath against the back of my neck, making me shiver in contrast to the uncomfortable warmth surrounding me. He was pushing me excruciatingly slowly, and I could feel the ground shift below my feet, from rock hard slipping to nothing. The edge slowly touched my toes, stopping when half of my feet were floating. Still, he said nothing.

I sighed raggedly in defeat, accepting what was about to come. It truly is my fault, and I deserved to be punished. I shamed my father’s name; I betrayed my master’s trust; and I broke a rule in this house, even though the master was clear on explaining them and even emphasizing the second rule – the one I didn’t follow.

His grip on my shoulders slackened, and I leaned forward towards the heat for my punishment. He must have been surprised by my sudden surrender, because the grip once again found its strength and pulled me backwards once again.

Unmoving silence took over and I wondered confusedly why. What’s happening? Why isn’t he doing anything? I couldn’t look back because then I‘d still see pitch black. But I could still hear his deep breathing as his fingers shifted on my shoulders and his sweat dripped down the back of my neck.

“You know what? I’m letting you go.”

What?

Again, he saw through my confusion. “I changed my mind. I’m giving you a second chance.” Huh? But why? What made him change his mind?

As I continued to question it in my mind, he was already pulling me towards him, away from the radiating fire pit. He removed my blindfold and I was greeted by the white poker face staring back at me closely. Way too closely.

Blushing, I stumbled backwards, realizing it was a bad idea when the fire’s warmth greeted my back but luckily he caught me on time, his hands catching me by my waist and pulling me with him, this time farther away from danger.

“Geez, you’re so clumsy…” he commented, even chuckling slightly and I realized I’ve never seen him this carefree before. His hands stroked up my back, and I realized something else as well: I was still leaning towards him, my hands on his chest and his own behind me, his head nuzzled on top of mine.

I stuttered my words, pulling away in embarrassment and he let me go reluctantly. He stood tall once more, placing his hands behind him. “W-Why didn’t you do it?”

“You’re one of my best servants; I wouldn’t want to lose someone with potential like you. So I decided to give you a lighter punishment – you will not be given tonight’s dinner instead.” He explained, before turning to the stairs. “Off to bed then, Felix.”

“U-Uh okay…” I stammered, surprised that he actually called me by my first name – and that he actually remembered in the first place. “Um… thank you.”

I excused myself, ascending the stairs when he spoke. “I trust you, okay?” I turned around, looking him in the eye. “No one will know, Master.” I promised, before heading back to my room with a new resolve to not disappoint him this time.

But of course a newfound fear had silently bubbled in the back of my mind.

Even though my curiosity was still there, I never brought the topic up again, afraid that he might throw me down the fire pit for real. Why was his eye detached from its socket? What could have happened? Did he get involved in an accident?

“Felix.” His voice snapped me out of my daze and I flinch slightly, looking at his mask. “Come to my room after dinner. There’s something I want to talk to you about.”