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Max's POV cont'd

After that statement I felt my heart stop beating, now I know what he meant by stopping your beating heart and killing you eventually. He was going to rip my heart out and replace it with his son's! I find it hard to believe that of all thirty-two slaves he bought for the soul purpose of a heart transplant, neither one of them could do it. I was the only one who could safely pass on my heart to his son, as my blood-type matched his. Now that got me thinking, what was my blood type? I was now eager to know.

"I'm sorry, but my heart is reserved for someone special, not for your son" I must have grown another pair of balls for making that statement.

"You and your insane people will pay!" He demanded.

"Just because you suffered doesn't mean we have to!" I shot back.

The dragon then tossed the chair that I was strapped to on its side, and my head smacked against the floor.

"Ahhh!" I cried out in agony.

"My son still has a bit of time before he will be ready, and the doctor should be here tomorrow, so you'll have one more day to live" he said. "In the mean time, you will join the other slaves in my factory making weapons and gathering supplies for my cause."

He then untied me from the chair and re-tied my hands behind my back. He tugged me and forcefully made me walk in the direction that he wanted me to.

"Move! Come on!" He kicked me.

I obeyed him by walking slightly faster. He took me around his compound that he privately owned, and there were armed guards everywhere dressed in black camo uniforms and wielding anything from MP5's to AK-47 assault rifles.

In his compound, he had four buildings, all of which were made of brick and stone, and all had little or no windows. His compound was fenced in quite well, with armed guards in towers holding assault rifles, some were even holding sniper rifles.

He showed me around the area, so I could get familiar with it if I ever needed to go in either of these buildings... For the one day in my life I had left.

"The one we just came out of behind us is where you will sleep, shower and be tortured if you disobey commands" he began. "Over to our right is a building that you will never touch."

There were tons of armed guards swarming that area in particular, I would imagine something very important is inside that building.

"Directly infront of us is the factory, where you will be slaving inside of" he pointed. "And behind the factory, is another building that you won't touch, understand?"

"Okay," I said faintly. I couldn't see the other building behind the factory, so I just took note of it.

We then walked into the factory, and it felt like I hit a wall when walking in. The air became thick and dense, and the temperature had to have been warmer than outside easily by five degrees. The heat didn't bother me, but if I had to work hard in this place I might just die of heat-stroke!

He walked me over to the main room where all the slaves were working hard under the watchful eyes of the guards. The conditions looked poor, unhealthy and heavily controlled. I could not make out what they were manufacturing at first, but I decided to ask him, I mean, I'm going to die tomorrow, so why not?

"What is all this?" I asked.

"Right here, is where everyone makes anything from clothing to weapons, but no bullets or knives are manufactured here, only the key parts of guns and rocket-launchers" he explained. "We don't want to have anyone retaliating here" he tugged my shoulder a bit. "And if you even think of messing up, one of our paid guards here is the inspector, and you will be punished for your 'mistakes'."

"I don't know how to assemble guns, it's nothing I've ever trained for before" I said.

"One of our slaves will gladly show you how!" He happily replied.

We then walked over to one of the stations where a fellow slave was assembling some sort of weapon I could not make out.

"Teach him the basics of your job!" Zarith ordered him as he removed the restraints from my hands.

Zarith then left me with this small, young otter, who had to have been only sixteen or so, like most of the slaves, he wore little to no clothing, only rags covered him from his waist to about his knees.

"Okay, well, um, I guess you could start with uh... putting the springs into place. And I-uh, will show you what to do after that" the otter told me. He looked terrified yet determined to get the work done.

I began working on the springs like he had told me. But the silence at our station was awkward, so I tried making friendly conversation with him.

"So... How long have you been here for?" I asked.

"Uhh, I-I don't know, maybe a year, or so" his reply was uncertain.

"Well, do you have any parents?" I asked.

"I've never met my... parents" he frowned. It was almost like he was going to cry, and I didn't blame him.

"You'll be okay, I swear. There's people out there to help you" I promised.

He started sobbing and he started shaking, "Please, no more conversation, I can't be distracted again..." Right when he said that one of the guards approached us.

"Hey! You'd better get back to work!" He yelled. All the other slaves didn't even look at us, they just continued doing what they were doing, which probably meant that they were used to this.

The guard then pushed me out of the way and grabbed the little otter by his wrist and tugged it hard. "You better not fucking slack off again! You hear me!?" He demanded.

"I'm sorry," the otter cried.

The guard then smacked the otter upside the head "now get back to work!"

Right then and there I was ready to snap and just put that bastard to sleep, but I had to resist it otherwise I would risk being tortured again.

"I fucking hate otters! And anything do to with the goddamn sea!" The guard shouted at the ceiling.

I was sincerely offended at that statement. Maybe I should lay his body at the bottom of the ocean, where he would swim with the fishies for the rest of his afterlife, and see how he likes that!

The otter then couldn't handle it anymore, he just stopped working all together, he fell to his knees and just gave up.

The guard then turned around and said: "Hey bitch! I fucking told you to stop slacking off!"

He then grabbed the otter and pulled him towards the door. I knew what was going to happen to him: torture.

I couldn't just stand there mindlessly anymore, so I decided to make a desperate move.

I silently approached the guard, I came up from behind him, took his rifle and used it to choke him as I held it tight against his neck.

"Hey! Stop that! Now!" One of the guards hollered out.

Then, the guards started charging towards me, one of them managed to smack the back of my head with the butt of his rifle. I fell to the ground, and was knocked out cold.

I woke up strapped to a pole naked, with the little otter beside me, who was also naked and strapped to a pole. We were both strapped the same way, with our hands tied around the pole in front of us, and our backs facing the audience. The audience was everyone, from the guards who regulated this place to the slaves who worked here endlessly. Don't forget about Mr. Quilz, that coward!

Right then and there I knew we were going to get punished for what we had done, and they probably wanted to put on a show and show their slaves not to disobey them. Was Zarith actually crazy enough to fully bring back slavery the old fashioned way?

"Wake up, sleeping beauty!" One of the guards slapped me in the face, quite hard might I add.

I turned my head to see who was behind me, and I saw two furs with whips, one of them was that same guard that I took on, standing directly behind me with a whip, and the other one was Zarith himself, that cold heartless bastard, standing behind the otter with his whip.

"Why don't ya look at those two freaks eh!?" Zarith shouted quite bluntly.

The guards in the crowd then started laughing, while the slaves still remained silent, sad and depressed.

"This is what happens when you fight the system! When you try to retaliate or show disrespect to our kind!" Zarith shouted. "William, hit 'em as many times as you'd like! You deserve it!"

William must have been the guard that I fought earlier, and now he was probably more than happy to lash me as many times as he pleased.

"With pleasure!" William responded.

"Whenever you're ready, you just hit 'em hard!" I could hear Zarith teaching William how to use a whip.

Zarith then gave a demonstration to show William how 'satisfying' watching others suffer can be. As hard as he possibly could, Zarith cracked the whip flat on the otter's back, resulting in the little otter crying and screaming in pain and agony. It was a sight that I would never want to see again.

Then, I suddenly felt a whip crack down on my back, hard. But I didn't yell, scream or cry, I just simply grunted in pain. I was more disciplined and tougher than he was, so I didn't break down as quickly.

The beatings continued for another minute, but by the end of that minute, the otter was in complete tears and begging for mercy. The only reason I got teary-eyed, was because of looking at the little otter, and feeling complete sorrow for him.

I had to have been whipped every other second, since the pain was immense and William was probably having one hell of a time lashing me.

"How do you like that, huh!? William lashed me again.

After that, William requested to Zarith that he switch who he was whipping, did he have something against the little otter?

When they switched, I barely noticed a difference, the lashes were still hard, and they hurt like a bitch. But when I looked over to see the otter, William had shown no mercy for him, unlike Zarith, who gave the poor guy some breathing room, William had to have been beating this little guy every second!

The otter couldn't take it anymore, and he was drenched completely in blood and tears.

"What did I ever do wrong!? Tell me! Please!... I'll make it right I promise! What did I ever do wrong!!?" The otter cried out in agony.

Nothing, he probably did absolutely nothing wrong, the Cevenda took him from his family, and used and abused him as a tool to make their weapons so that they could fight for their corrupt cause.

William did not care, not even for a second to consider what he was doing was inhumane, in fact, he beat him even harder, and harder to the point where the otter wouldn't stop crying and screaming.

Zarith had already stopped whipping me, and everyone was just staring at this ongoing abuse and torture that was escalating between that one guard and the helpless young otter.

A few more moments passed until Zarith finally kicked in to stop it.

"Okay, okay! I think that's enough, we don't want to kill them just yet now don't we? Come on, you know how expensive they can get!" Zarith stated.

William then handed over the whip to Zarith. "It was a pleasure, can I do it again?" He asked.

"Soon, you'll have your own that you can do whatever you please with. But right now we have to build upon our cause before we can relax" Zarith told him. "I counted twenty lashes on our otter, and ten lashes on our dragon."

"Well, I counted twenty-five lashes on our dragon, and forty lashes on our little bitch beside him" he said with a smile.

"That makes thirty-five lashes on the dragon, and sixty lashes on the otter" Zarith calculated.

Zarith then gave two of his guards a signal and then they approached us and untied us. I fell to the ground in immense pain, but the otter fell harder and was crying harder than I had ever seen someone cry before.

The audience then dispersed, and the guards didn't even care to escort or order us to a specific location. The otter just laid there, in pure pain.

I slowly crawled my way over to the otter. Who wouldn't stop crying.

"I'm Max" I said. "What's your name?"

"S-steven" he said uncomfortably.

"That's a good name you know" I replied.

"Yeah, I-I... ahh! Guess..." He hissed in pain.

"Let me try to help you" I offered.

I then carried the bloody otter inside the building that had the showers and cells, and set him down inside my cell.

"D-do you have any alcohol?" I asked one of the guards that passed by me.

"Go fuck yourself!" He replied.

Then, I walked outside to see if anyone was able to help me. But what was I thinking? Of course not!

I saw Zarith walk by, so I decided to ask him, "Zarith, do you have anything to heal Steven?" I asked.

"Who the fuck is Steven!?" He zapped.

"T-the otter that you whipped" I said quietly.

"D'aww, fine! It's not like you're going to be sticking around any longer!" He exclaimed.

Zarith then grabbed a first aid kit and a half a glass of cheap vodka, "don't waste this" he said.

"I won't" I replied.

I then returned to Steven and laid him on his belly, so I could work with his back. First, I poured the vodka all over it.

"Ahhhhh!" Steven screamed.

"It's okay! I'm here to help! Just stay calm, alright?" I tried speaking calmly.

Secondly, I applied gauze. I must have used the whole thing because there was almost nothing left of it when I had wrapped it all over his torso and back.

Thirdly, I wiped off his face with a wet cloth. I then saw that they threw our clothing on the bench in my cell, but instead of dressing myself, I had made a pillow and some half-ass blankets out of rags and parts of my torn-up flight suit for Steven to be comfortable. I assembled the bench into a half-ass bed, and then tucked Steven into it.

"You're going to be fine, okay?" I spoke softly in his ear. "You're safe in here with me, and not out there where William is going to get you."

Steven cringed at his name when I spoke of it. Moments later, a guard came in closed the cell door and locked it. Looks like I was sleeping in the same cell as Steven for the night. I wanted to quite frankly, after what he had been through, he needs someone who can be there for him and show him that there are good people in this world.

I just had my naked self, and the cold hard cement floor. I wore absolutely nothing, not a shred of clothing on my body, not even a ring or a accessory. Even the floor was bare, there was nothing on it but dust. I was going to spend the most uncomfortable night of my life before getting my heart taken out... Great!

I laid down on the floor, and slept on my side, with nothing but myself.

"Good night, Steven" I said.

"N-n-n-ii-ght" he was barely able to speak since he was still in so much pain.