Sartan Savericks - So It Begins

chapter 3 - Training or torture?

It wasn't till a few years into my training that I was only growing more curious as to what it was for, but then, at the age of 10, I figured out what I was born to do, to fight.

It was 5 am in the morning, still dark out. I remember the date too, 1713. 10 years old now, still breathing, living, yet in the dark as usual.

I did my usual chores for the morning, get the paper, mop the floors, and of course my favorite, messing with the maids. I loved to see them squeel, and or try to run for life away from me. Though most of the time I did that, master would be upset.

By the time my master had awaken, everything seemed to be perfect, I did what was asked of me, I made sure I dripped my blood into his whine glass at the dining room table and I had made sure that I was standing by my master's chair.

Master had walked into the dinning room, blank face as usual, which was hard to read or even feel if he were mad, sometimes he'd lash out and punish me, but today he seemed to have the mood of content.

I pulled the chair out for my master, and he had soon after sat down with no issues. He grabbed the cup of my blood sipping it with ease, yet his facial expression had soon changed as his eyes darted towards me.

"I expect you to have the dungeon ready in 10 minutes. If not, you will be punished. Go" Master said.

I didn't argue, nor did I put up a fight, I complied with a nod and made my ways to the dungeon.

When I had made my way to the basement of the castle, the room seemed to be full of all sorts of gadgets. Chains on the wall as well as shackles, a cage that goes around your head which seemed to have needles that would dig into your eyes and skin. But let's not forget the cold cement table that you would be chained to if your punishment was bad enough.

It took me about 5 minutes to quickly prepare the torturous weapons before I herd click clacks of shoes walking down the cement wet steps to the dungeons door.

When the door had swung open, I saw master walking in with what seemed to be a dead maid, the maid I had killed from earlier this morning. Master had walked over to the cement table placing the maid down upon it.

"What did I say, about killing my maids?" Master asked with a rough tone of voice, and most certainly threatening.

"N-not to kill them" I whimpered out with sorrow in my eyes. I didn't like to disappoint my master, but he had taken everything I found enjoyable away. My toys, cards, even sticks I've found interesting, gone.

"And you have broken that rule. Turn around, facing the wall. Take your top off" my master demanded.

Of course I was now in shock at what my master had told me, I thought maybe it would be a smack across the face, not a torture session, my first torture session at that.

I did as my master said, I turned around taking my top off and without another word, I heard a dragging of some sort of rope yet had metal clanging to the sound, then it stopped. It only stopped for a second before a felt a million bee like stings zapping across my back.

"A-ah-hhh! " I yelled with whimpers falling down to my knees only to feel the whip of stings again. "M-master please" I pleaded out with tears.

I heard a low growl escape my master's lips. "Get up, you are not done. Did I say kneel down? No, now get up!" He yelled with a Venom like hiss, causing me to stand up.

As I stood up, I could feel my legs beneath me shake from pain, and for the first time, fear of my master. The most fear I have ever had was on this day, and yet much more was to come my way.