Hunting the Creator

Chapter 20 Shelter

For the past month Isaac has been like a sweet tsundere towards Angel. Whoever disrespected him would be taken out and beaten, if not then completely disappeared with the excuse that they ran them out of the city for the peace of mind of the cute little teen, who's birthday was in a couple of weeks.

"Master, do you need anything?" Angel said meekly as he looked towards Isaac with a look of hesitation.

"No." Isaac said bluntly not beating around the bush as usual, he was currently in his room going over some paper work on his desk. "Stand in front of me." Isaac ordered.

"Yes." Without missing a beat Angel stood front and center although not too confident as he tried standing tall and straight.

Isaac gave him a hard look as he gave another order. "Turn around slowly." Angel nodded and turned stiffly around. "Don't stop until I tell you."

A knock soon sounded after the command. "Enter." Isaac said as a big burly man came in and walked forward with respect, seeing the disgusting toy doing God knows what, he slapped the small teen which in turned hurdled the weak bodied Angel who slammed onto the floor with a whimper.

"Boss, there's currently a disturbance-" Before the man could voice his reason for visiting Isaac stood up and with a beautiful sharp quilt pen ran it right thought the man's eye.

A pained scream resonated from his throat; the agony clear as day. Footsteps came barging through and dozens of men in high alert looked around for any enemies in sight. But oddly enough the sight in front of them puzzled them. They saw their comrade on the ground shouting in pain, his hand over his wound and he rolled side to side, trying to ease the pain somehow. The toy to the side crawled away with fear as Isaac sighed and went to pick Angel up cautiously so as not to alarm the boy any further.

"Get rid of him." Isaac said but no one moved. "Has everyone gone deaf?!" Clear fury in his tone snapped everyone out of their trance, making them scramble to what was ordered. Not even the bloodied carpet was left behind.

"M-Master.." Angel couldn't help but whisper.

"No need to worry, I've already ordered them not to mistreat you, yet that sack of talking meat decided to do so Infront of me." Isaac's mood did not lighten when the man was dragged out.

"Shall I get-get you some water Master?"

"Stop calling me that, call me by my name."

Because of this sweet master of his, Angel's heart was having strange feelings. No matter if his master were like a prickly rose, in the end his master would always treat him right. So far in the past month his master hadn't come close to touching him inappropriately, and if Isaac did then it was during the night unintentionally as he switched their sleeping position. Because his body was used to being used up, he was having a bit of sexual frustrations. He was not aware of himself, he simply assumed he wanted something to eat or needed some exercise, because of this his figure had gotten better, his hair was trimmed, and his injuries were finally able to heal perfectly.

He was now like a new person.

"Come on, we're going out." Isaac suddenly said once they had finished their meal one evening.

"O-out?" Angel said a bit hesitantly.

"Yes, you don't have clothes and I don't want others to see you with only a shirt on." Isaac said with an angry look but for Angle it was that of a jealous husband, just as quickly as the image came Angle mentally slapped himself for thinking such a thing. This man, even though he was acting completely different, was the same ruthless man who didn't even know his name in the beginning, or thought of him as a pet, this man was his master, he was an object to be owned. No matter which side he looked at it, he was a nobody, he was a captive.