WARNING: Time flux still in effect.
WARNING: Languages beyond what mortals know are uttered in this Level.
POV Continued: The Student
"Professor?" He smiled as he poured the tea, stopping when it was at the exact amount the Professor always wanted.
He sighed before responding. "Yes?"
"Do you think....I'll be able to go outside soon?" He pushed a long strand of black hair behind his ear.
The Professor sipped the tea. "Perhaps. Have you been doing all your chores?"
"Yes! I-I organized all your files from reverse alphabetical order and dusted off all the chandeliers-"
"Did you bathe three times?"
"Yes! I even used the old style soap like how you told me!"
"Good." The Professor sipped. "Very good."
The silence that lingered between them left a ringing in his ear and a dry lump in his throat, his fists both clenching and trembling as he held the tea, both anxious and excited in equal parts for whatever orders left the Professor's lips next.
"Head down to the basement."
N-No...
The words were like razors that flew into his skin, digging and digging deeper into him until they danced inside his veins. But before he could protest with his mouth his body had already made up its mindless mind, putting one bandaged foot in front of the other, his heels stinging as they touched the cold hardwood floor.
NO! NO! PLEASE NO, I-I'VE BEEN GOOD, PROFESSOR! I'VE BEEN A GOOD SLAVE! WHY?!
The teapot was put down gently on the marble counter by his small hands, he had squeezed the handle so tight his knuckles had turned white.
I C-CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!
Stepping slowly and cautiously on the creaking steps, secretly hoping he'd slide off and crack open his head...so soft...so little... Oh....the sweet release of the blood flowing on the floor seemed so worth the momentary pain...
But he didn't want to die...he didn't want to die...he didn't want to...he was too beautiful to die...he had so much left to do...
He felt a weight in his stomach and his legs were like icicles as he feared he would shatter and crack as he made his way to the bed....
Back turning to stone as he laid down on his stomach, he prayed silently for a quick death.
The Professor entered soon after, and he heard him twirling his golden club...ready to strike...
C-CAN'T T-T-T-T-TAKE!
C-CAN'T T-T-T-TAKE!
C-CAN'T T-TAKE!
CAN'T TAKE!
As if possessed by some extra-dimensional power he contorted back and hissed, tackling the Professor whom he had thought he had loved so much.
He wrestled the golden club from his hands, he had no idea where this strength had come from.
"NO, DON-"
The club struck the Professor's head again.
And again.
And...again...
The club clattered to the ground.
"P-P-Professor?!" He shook him.
Nothing.
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