Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unforgivable ❯ My Master's Wishes ( Chapter 37 )

I am. I know that I exist. I know that I must please, and I know that I have failed. My body aches from the memory of the blows, the memory of broken bones, split flesh, spilled blood. My body aches, but I am whole. Master saw to it that I was healed so I could serve him. I wait for his summons, I know it will come. It is Master's time.

I displeased him. I will not do this again. I will not be disrespectful. I will not speak to him as an equal. I will not attempt to take the lead in our encounters. I did these things, and I did wrongly. My body is so cold, so cold. I am frozen in place, waiting for my master to summon me, for there to be a reason for my existence. I waste air, space, food, water, until my master's summons gives me a reason to be.

I review my Master's habits as I wait. I know what he likes, dislikes now. I will perform to the best of my abilities. I … do not wish to die. I do not care if I live, but I do not wish to die.

He has ordered me to eat, drink, sleep. To keep our two rooms tidy. To be ready to massage him when he is done training. I am to serve him meals, snacks. I should always have a snack of some sort ready and prepared. I should be ready for him if he wants me. Anytime, anywhere, anyway. I should be prepared. I realize I am not.

The ice terror grips me, but I move quickly to correct my oversight. I must be prepared at any time. It does not take long. Soon, I am back, kneeling, waiting. The master is beyond this door, but I have not been called. I wait, in the bright, colorful room my Master cannot stand. I imprint on my mind the need to make the room more comfortable for my master.

I look at the carpet just under my nose. White. It shows the blood too well. Master said so. He wants a darker color, something the blood will blend with. I know he means to beat me again. He has told me. He will beat me, punish me for living. I do not deserve to live, but I am not allowed to die. I may not kill myself. The Master has told me I am not worthy of living, but forbade me to end my existence. When he tires of me, I will die. He will kill me.

I wait, patient, on my knees. I hear his footsteps, hear as he leaves. Soon, I feel the vibrations that mean he is training. I rise. I have much to do before he returns. My Master's wishes must be met.