………….

“Damn is it ever going to wake up?”

“Lako what are you doing? Stop poking him!”

“Shut up Mako it’s been asleep for almost a year now! Do you know how much money it’s costing us to keep it alive!?! Well, do you?!”

“.....I don’t care! If it wasn’t for me we wouldn’t have found him and if we didn’t find him how would we have gotten all that gold from his space ring to open this arena! As far as I can tell he’s our lucky star!”

“Fuck you! Lucky star my tail if it doesn’t wake up soon am taking it to the market and selling it!”

“Don’t worry little fellow I’ll protect you”

…………..

Conversations like these played out dozens of times in Azreal’s head it’s gotten to the point where he doesn’t even know if they’re real or figments of his imagination.

But through those voices he was able to rough keep track of time, it’s almost been a year since everything happened in Gaza and now he was at some unknown place without the smallest bit of control over his body.

He couldn’t open his eyes but what he could only assume was a few months ago none of his sense work, he was completely sealed off from the world.

Since his consciousness couldn’t sleep for almost one whole year he’d been talking to himself.

During his almost year-long isolation he’d read the book Maseru had given him from back to front several times but due to the lack of control over his body, it was useless since he only knew the theory.

Also more than half of the later parts of the book he couldn’t understand or remember, he could see the words and understood their meaning but every time he read it it was almost as if it went through one ear and out the other.

In fact, it wasn’t until he could hear and smell again that he realized that he was probably still alive.

He couldn’t feel the slightest sensation from his body it was almost as if it didn’t exist and he was just floating around in space.

“Damn I hate coming down here where they keep this creepy looking thing, I don’t know why Boss Mako insists on keeping it around or why Boss Lako allows him to keep it. Fuck it’s creepy looking”

It wasn’t his first time hearing this voice it was some old man who comes to the area where he was to clean.

Azreal didn’t bother paying attention to the old man’s ramblings — although it hurt because he was pretty sure the old man was talking about him— Instead his attention was attracted by the sound of heavy footsteps coming closer to where he was located.

‘Sigh not this again……..’

This was something else that had become apart of his daily life since becoming incapacitated.

Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.

Apparently ‘Boss’ Lako was upset about keeping him alive for almost a year and the money that was constantly being burned on medication or whatever they were feeding him so at least four times a week he’d send someone down here to try and wake him up.

“Hey old man hurry up it's time for its therapy, finish what you’re doing and get out”

As usual, his voice was incomparably dominating.

“Ah...y...yes sir mister kale sir”

Based on what he could hear the old man’s originally slow and laidback cleaning style seem to transform into an Olympic sport in less than a few seconds he was out of the room.

“Hey, pretty did you miss me? I know I haven’t been here for a few days but I’ve been busy but I’m finally back”

Another thing Kale’s a sadist but unlike normal sadist who got off on seeing the pain on their victims face Kale seemed to get turned on by the fact that he could hurt Azreal as much as possible without complaint…..maybe he was just crazy.

‘Ugh not again…..’

When that thought crossed his mind a small clicking sound entered his ears again.

‘And he brought Ladybug with him today……’

“I know how much you love her so I brought ladybug with me today’

‘Ughh fucking bastard pray I don’t wake up….’

‘Ladybug’ as described by Kale on one of his first trips was a special whip that he himself designed, according to him it’s made out of a special metal that wasn’t rigid but incredibly flexible but that’s not what made it special on the body of the whip were small hooks that would rip out the skin of that lucky person when it was being pulled back.

And form the time he remembered gaining back his sense of hearing he’s been that one lucky person.

Even though he couldn’t feel anything it still pissed him off because he didn’t know if his body would heal in this state.

Every single time Kale came by he’d thank his lucky star that his sense of touch hadn’t returned.

“Are you ready my pretty…..because I am”

Kale’s voice sounded nothing before it almost like he’s in the middle of an orgasm his voice took on feverish tone but unlike usual he didn’t bother with his usual chit-chat he just went start to whipping.

Although he couldn’t feel any of it he knew it was painful just from the cracking that the whip made in the air and the ripping sound that came from his flesh.

“You're just as wonderful as I remembered pretty, I thought that you’d be upset that I hadn’t visited you for the past few days and be upset with me but now I know I was overthinking”

‘This piece of shit!’

Kale sounded especially happy today and he whipped Azreal with an enthusiasm that he’d never shown before.

‘This guy….he couldn’t be-ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!’

Instantly without warning his sense of touch returned and just like he’d suspected the whip hurt like hell.

“Hahahaha I’m almost done pretty just a little longer!”

Kale continued to whip but this time he seemed to go even faster and harder than before, while Azreal continued to scream like crazy in his mind his body still showed no reaction.

Finally, Kale stops and licked Azreal’s face, licking his face was creepy enough but it’s felt like his tone was big enough to cover half his face.

‘Disgusting…’

“I’ll see you tomorrow and if you don’t wake up I’ll have a special surprise for you then.”

If it’s wasn’t for the fact that he’d regained his sense of touch and felt no pain from his rectum no one could’ve convinced him that this psychopath wasn’t using his body to pleasure himself.

“Hey rabbit man I’m done and clean him up”

‘...’

With that Kale left and a familiar set of footsteps entered the room, someone, he was only known as ‘rabbit man’ simply because he never spoke and that what kale called him, what exactly they meant by clean up he didn’t have the slightest clue since the room was always quiet when he entered but every time Kale came to visit ‘rabbit man’ would come ‘clean’ him up.

When ‘rabbit man’ entered the room he felt a soothing sensation coming from his back before the feel eventually vanished and that area of skin felt like it normally, at least as normal as he could remember.

Only now did he realize that every time he'd hear Kale whipping him the ‘rabbit man’ would come fix him up and what they meant by ‘clean’.

The ‘rabbit man’ applied the liquid or whatever provided that sense on all of his back with missing a single affected area.

Azreal could swear that he heard a sigh coming from ‘rabbit man’ before he heard the door closing.

‘This is my life now?’