*Whip!*
"Ah!" Ziltris cried. Whipped for the umpteenth time, he was barely holding onto consciousness.
Squinting his remaining eye, he saw Sir Larson squirming in ecstasy holding a bloodied whip.
'Why is this happening?'
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The first few days in Sir Larson company was utter bliss.
They ate food better than ever, slept blissfully for the first time in years, and were prepared for their daily tasks without hassle.
Then ten days in, Ziltris woke up without Levin.
Prompting into panic, he searched for him, but to no avail, he found not a trace.
When he informed the maids, they told him not to worry, and prompted him to get doing daily tasks.
Asking four days later, the maids told him Levin followed Sir Larson on a trip.
Two weeks passed, and Sir Larson arrived from his long trip.
Unlike his expectations, Levin was nowhere to be seen.
Apparently, Sir Larson had sold him to another.
