Slowly look away (completed)

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John ears twitch violently. The woman had grabbed then pulling and tugging at the ends.

He didn't know what was happening, was this the cruel punishment the blond man was talking about?

The woman eyes where glued to the black haired ears. She had one intension 'remove john's ears'

"Help me get these thing off" she barked at a passing maid.

The maid hurried off to find more people to help with this surgery.

Soon John was brought to a room. Where he assumed they did medical stuff. Seeing that there where medicine an bandages that lined the walls.

He was in there for close to an hour at most. In that room he spent most of his tortured hours.

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Arlo sighed his mother had rushed off to help there guest. The elf . His mother was mental he had decided there was no other explanation for taking care of an elf even if he was handsome.

Arlo marches into his room, kicking off his shoes and sliding into his plush bed. Blue covers warming his cold body.

The elf was pretty? Yes. There was no doubt about it. But he was still an elf.

And elf's are monsters-

The face of the elf came back into view

How was he a monster? The innocent looking male that sat in front of him at the farm.

Pink plump lips, cheeks dusted with red, a sharp jaw line, black messy hair, and gold eyes that remind the blond of melting gold bars.

He was what people would say perfect like an art peace that hung around the castle walls, but he was still an elf even if Arlo couldn't call him ugly anymore.

Arlo sighed he was starting to have crossed feeling about the boy.

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John covered the bloody holes on the side of his heads. They where rapped and bandages but he was still in pain.

He curled up in a tighter ball. The light blue medical sheets and dark wall of the medical room where now scarier then they where before. John trembled.

"I hate it here" he decided "I hate it here" he repeated "I hate it here, I hate it here, I hate it here, I hate it here" he repeated, and repeated intel...

"Please stop" the blond lady leaned on a wall near his bed.

"Your more pretty now" she smiled warmly but John felt colder his hands trembled "your human" the words seemed to stab John cutting him into a million tiny peace's and dumping him into a pit of fire.

His eyes shrank and gave off a 'I hate you' vibe. 

"You look perfect now" she finished.

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It had been 3 weeks since then. John has been counting each day 3 meal would come to his door. Each day that woman would come to visit him.

And each day Arlo, he had learned to be the name of the tall blond male that had brought him here, would come and give him a long stare down, John couldn't tell you what he wanted or what he was thinking.

Besides that John would spend most time cover his ear bandages with his hands on his bed curled up and rapped in bandages or talking with the blond queen or looking at the view out one of the window while eating.