call me master, (c)

They were bewildered by what they saw in the room. The boy, who they thought was nothing but just a little kitten, has a man twice larger than him lay on the cold floor unconscious. His eyes remained staring on the man coolly as if this was nothing. He simply rolled the man to another side with a light kick to his shoulder, causing him move his hand to his arm and grunt in pain. With his body now facing towards the door, the other men could see his condition. He was in bad shape- Very bad shape. There were cat-like scratches on his face and collarbones and based on the oozing droplets of blood, the scratches were deep enough to cause it. Unlike cuts from a blade, the wounds were painful because they felt sting, like your whole body was covered with paper-cuts. That much of pain can be unbearable.

They shouted 'you' at the young boy, who raised his eyes and glared at them.

The ember-like iris shined in the dark space like a predator eyeing on its prey from behind shadows, waiting for a chance to strike. And now, the chance has finally come and he was not stupid to abide it. Crackling his fingers, Lafayel dashed for the door, lowered his body enough to be able to sneak in the gap between the two men and reached for each man's pocket knife. His movements were swift and calculative that he seemed so flawless and in stealth. Surprised by the sudden approach made, the men reached for the knife on their side waist but the knives were both gone. He spin the two knives between his fingers and once he has the pointy edge of blade pointing the two men's hips, he jabbed the blades forth, thrusting through the men's clothes and flesh and caused the men to shout. He pushed the blades inside further that he thought he could feel the sharp tip grinding the men's hipbone. An instant was enough for him to leap aside and dashed through the hallway but one of the men has not given in to the agony feeling just yet. The strain's tail was grabbed and been pulled by the man, making Lafayel yelped a bit and turned to face his grabber.

A punch hit the young man's low jaw and made him collided with hard wall behind him. Another punch was set flying towards him, but Lafayel dodged and assaulted him with his elbow. The man took few steps back from the collision and that gave the strain enough space to escape and so he took it. This was not an attempt to escape this place. He realized running was not the best solution if he wishes for a freed life. The only way to make sure nobody would try to seize his liberty, was by killing somebody and not just anybody- that man.

He who humiliated him with a ring pierced through his ear as a sign he was his.
He who exploited his weaknesses and made him knelt to the ground.

Azar Luski.

Few men were coming, but Lafayel could not afford to be caught, not when he was this close to his goal. He took a detour and evaded the men. His eyes observed their motions and reactions. They looked everywhere but here. Why? His eyes narrowed slightly as he grinned, flashing his canine teeth between his cracked lips. Of course- could it be this path will lead to the man's room? He turned to face the direction and slowly moved along the passage. Eyes remained alert to any single movement around him. Ears constantly twitched to the sound even of his footsteps. His mind wondered a bit- mostly recounting back his steps and probably a little bit anxiety. He raised his hand to rub a sudden pinch on his pierced ear. He growled.

His eyes caught a space large enough for a man to be in and that made him flinched a bit. He made a determined face and slowly tiptoed to the entrance. He crept on the floor like a baby, carefully placed his knees and hands to make sure he was unheard coming. There he was- the man who he hated the most after his dead uncle. He gritted his teeth so hard it drew blood out. It sting but it was nothing compared to how much he wanted to have this blade run along his throat and make his chest stop waving alive. He analysed the distance once more. This is enough. Any closer and he might notice him coming for his neck. Lafayel brought his free hand front on the ground while his another hand was with the knife he stole from the man earlier. He fixed his feet behind and in an instant he lunged front and drew the knife for the man.

He was this close to have the knife right where it was supposed to be, but it remained hanging in the middle of the way. His whole hand was, in fact. He gritted as he only earned a petty cut rather than a fatal slash from the well-planned attack. Damn it.

The strain grunted as he felt a restraint around his wrist and it grew tighter and stronger. He could feel blood has began to fail flowing correctly from his hand to his body, and the fingers felt numb slowly. He growled like a wild creature, pupils thinned in hatred and teeth clenched hard behind his closed lips. He spatted, with his lips opened his growls heard wild and deep.

"Don't even think you can make me knee before you, you scum!" He shouted, pulling himself away from the man a bit. His eyes drew to the knife and his slowly turned white fingers. He scoffed. He raised his leg for an assault, dropping the knife along so he could make a turn after swing his leg for a kick and grab the knife.

I swear to you, he was going to spit at the man's shoe if it was not because he had a knife sheathed from God knows where and he brought it up to his face. Lafayel's kick was a success and it made the black-haired devil took few steps away but it was not a total victory. The fingers remained wrapped around his tiny wrist and it applied more force as second passed. The strain tried not to grunt and groan in pain, not wanting to please the sadistic scum further Oh he knew he was enjoying this, even from the way he was laughing at his oh so strong and painful kick. He was simply mocking him by letting himself being kicked. The boy felt even more angry than ever.

"You fuck..." He cursed, hissing the rest of the sentence due to the appearance of an object of taboo. A knife. That's right- all that needed to make this cat strain has his tongue tied in silence was an object with pointy tip or edge, like a pair of scissors, or nib of a pen pointed right at him. It was a fear unnaturally instilled into him during his time living with his uncles before he died. His eyes trailed along the knife as he displayed it. He was not sure if the knife was new or recently polished, but it sure was shiny. He gulped.

"why do you insist upon defying me, kitten?"

Lafayel scoffed at his words. His eyes went back and forth from his face and the knife. "What? You- you are not scaring me with THAT! No!" He tried to yank his hand free from the man's hold. His ruby eyes remained to have the same raging flame as before, though noticeable trickles of sweats began to appear under his chin. His feet felt cold too.

"Let me go you vile creature! I'm not staying here like some kind of pet to you! Let me go!" He shouted, yanking his hand harder and harder.

It would be a terribly lie if he said the knife was not a bother even a bit. The way it reflected light in a dim room like this almost like a siren in Lafayel's mind- a siren that made his body wanted to bolt out of the room instantly. His body was getting rigid and every muscle under his skin contracted and relaxed rapidly. He felt sick. He felt like being twisted and knotted. It was unbearable. He hate the idea of having the knife was brought any closer to him. Something about the knife's pointy edge made him felt weak on his knees. Yet, he gather all his strength to continue the useless struggle to free himself from the man, who clearly was stronger than him.

Lafayel anticipated the knife would poke him, but he was wrong. The sharp weapon was released from the man's hold and it fell to the ground. Sharp clanking sounds echoed in the air and like a scaredy cat, the strain fidgeted in shock on his toes with his ears and tail perked straight up like being electrified. His ruby eyes rounded widened in shock and he halted his struggle for freedom. He could not believe it. What just happened? Was he trying to be merciful with him so Lafayel to put his guard down? Was he trying to gain the young boy's trust to listen to him?

With the knife out of the way, he felt the force that pressured him vanished. He slumped his back against nearby wall and breathed as slow and steady as he could. His body depended on the wall to keep him standing, and on the man who began to approach him. He grumbled, placing a hand on his chest to keep him away from getting any closer to him. "Stop..." he murmured weakly. His tail curled around his left thigh. "Don't..." he warned him. Cold hand drenched with blood reached up for his untainted skin, gently brushed along the surface and made the young strain flinched in slight terror. His eyes watched the red stained hand made its down down to his collarbone. He grunted and turned his head aside when the older man has his thumb jabbed the gap between the bones.

"SHIT!" He grunted, immediately brought his hand up on top the man's hand, trying to peel his fingers off his shoulder. He gasped as his body twitched in agony. "Stop, it..." his unfinished plead was left hanging when the black-haired bastard ensured him his efforts were useless. Pain made his right eye closed and he could only see the man from one window. It was scary.

Scary.

you are mine… he said.

for eternity, he guaranteed.

In his vision, all he could see was the men who tortured him. They spatted the same shit, the same ridiculousness. They made him scared of his life. He roared and lunged front with violent eyes. "NO! NEVER!" His hand quickly seek for a strong grip around the man's exposed neck, wanting to shut him up forever.