I have never written anything, this is my first time attempting to write with English, so please forgive my mistakes as English is not my main language.

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A nameless boy, upon birth, was stolen away. Taken into nowhere, lost to his parents.

In the dark place he known as his home, he grew up starved and beaten daily, by a unknown figure he could never see.

At first it didn't hurt too much and quickly healed, however, the miraculous healing which infuriated the figure led to his disappearance for a few hours, and when he returned, a needle was stabbed into the child's body, ceasing his healing and the figure immediately continued ceaselessly punching the child.

The tiny boy was allowed only the bare minimum for his survival, except for water due to the figure's hobby of drowning him in the barrel.

Occasionally, a woman would appear in his home, to clean his waste and provide a new barrel, but her conscience could not turn a blind eye to all that had happened to the poor child and she took care of him as much as she could, feeding him, tending to his wounds or even teaching him words, she did her best to help him without being caught, to the man the both of them feared.

She made a promise with him, the promise was to never speak words in front of the man, to never reveal his knowledge of her language to the man.

However, the boy was one day subjected to a new horror, it was to kill others who were much larger then to himself, or more skilled.

Though unwilling, he had no choice but to murder them as they seemed to be greatly motivated by perhaps the man's promises, which would come true if they killed him. carving an instinct of trusting no one but that woman.

Though their death screams as they trashed in fear of their end shook him greatly, but the rewards of their flesh that satiated his unending starvation for days quickly took away his hesitation and instead turned it into anticipation, for the days of torture to pass and the days where he could kill to come.

However, when he was 6, one female child, who seemed too weak and unworthy of the now savage him, appeared before his eyes, and spoke the language which he had learnt.

"Please... Do not kill me." she had begged, her eyes and words boring holes into his concentration, his mind playing scenes of the kind woman he knew, his arms dropping to the sides, instinctively recoiling from the thought of killing the girl who was similar to the woman.

But as his hands dropped, the girl's expression and immediately attacked at his heart, her arm reached out and her sharp nails threatening to take his life. Instead of finding its mark to his chest, a shock flashed passed her eyes and the man who stood behind her kicked her legs, causing her to fall to the ground as an hole in the middle of her torso was revealed to the boy.

"Why...?" his voice unknowingly leaked out, questioning the man who had never stopped any fatal attacks for him before.

Before he could react, the man gripped his throat and for the first time, spoke, "Who taught you how to speak." and as he speak, his grip gradually became stronger, the evil glint in his eyes scaring the boy.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...." he said continuously.

She had taught him, 'I'm sorry' was a phrase that would let another forgive him if spoke with sincerity, but he did not mean for that man to receive those two words, it was for the woman whom he knew he had doomed, as it was no trouble to find the culprit that taught him since only she was given the chances to enter his home for long periods of time.

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

The man who held him up dropped him, and stormed out of his home only to return with the woman, holding her by her neck.

Throwing her to the ground before him, he spoke, "Move and I will make her pay even more." finishing his words, he started to hit her carefully, making sure to not kill her too quickly.

Seeing the gentle woman who took care of him beaten, his heart started to race, too afraid to move, his hands ripped at his hair, his eyes unable to look away at the eyes that screamed at him for his betrayal.

While beaten, the woman groaned out, unable to forming words due to the pain, but from the way her lips moved, he knew what she wanted to say.

She wanted to say, "You traitor." with her eyes full of hate.

Knowing what she meant, he started to tremble even more, the two words he wanted to say could not come out, he could only watch the relentless beating ensued as his heart and his mind gave him more pain he had ever experienced, pain that surpassed the all of the beatings he had ever experienced.

Watching such a scene, his mind shattered, and his mouth was sealed, words refusing to come out. And slowly, the emotions that raged in his mind disappeared, leaving only indifference as he looked at the beating.

He knew that it wouldn't end, until that man wanted it to end, but he cared no more, the love he had for that woman a few moments gone, nothing was left, not even the frantic beating of his heart or the guilt that led him to hate himself.

His hands that originally ripped at his hair stopped its activity, leaving the emotionless him looking at the woman.

'I'll kill him, don't worry, because you can't, I will.' a unknown voice spoke in his mind, perhaps to reassure him, but his unstable state did not bother to react.

'Then do it.' another replied, amusement lacing his tone, 'I want to leave this place.'

And before he realised, his body was no longer in his control, though he saw the world with the same eyes, he could not move what once was solely his.

With strength he never knew he had, his body's hand grabbed the arm that was aimed at the woman and stopped it, without waiting for the man that was caught off guard, the one in control of his movements jumped up and tore at that man's neck with his teeth, ripping his flesh as blood sprayed into his mouth.

Strangely enough, he could taste the metallic blood he was accustomed to drinking and the flesh of the man, but as he thought of the strange reason he could feel the senses of his stolen body, he was suddenly interrupted of his thoughts by the new sensation of bright light assaulting his eyes.

"Ah!" the current owner of his body cried out as he instinctively shielded his eyes.

After a while, his eyes became accustomed to the light and he moved his hands away, finally taking a look at the surroundings.

Though enthralled by sight of the world he had never explored, he quickly asked the voices in his mind, 'W-who are you?'

'I wonder...' the calm voice said.

He could feel it clearly, 5 other beings shared this body, all of whom he knew nothing of.

'Ahh.... What are we going to do?' the calm voice spoke again, 'But for now, lets enjoy our freedom.'