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The Signless…
The Sufferer…
You had just witnessed the worst possible thing. A troll just wanting change for a better Alternia… And now the troll who you had a crush on and had a possible crush on you just showed you the torture of the Sufferer. Was it a warning of what would happen if you betrayed the Highblood? Was he placing down the consequences of freedom?
Or… An attempt of an outing?

…
Hell no. Why the fuck would that even come to mind? It wasn't even close to an outing. It was more like a… You can't even THINK of a word to describe it. As you slowly mopped the floor in the room, it was completely covered in blood. No new news. It always was like that.

~Grand Highblood POV~

You growled as you spied on _______ cleaning the floor. She didn't seem satisfied with the wonderful presentation. Why the hell not? The little lowblooded motherfucker… Why is she such a motherfucking coward? God dammit. The little bitch never is impressed by anything you do. You try. You try your BEST, GOD DAMMIT!!! What is WITH her?! You've tried almost EVERYTHING!!! And does that please her? NO!!! SHE NEVER IS PLEASED BY WHAT YOU DO!!!

NEVER WILL SHE BE PLEASED BY ANYTHING!!!
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HER?!
EVERYTHING YOU'RE DOING IS PERFECT!!!

You turn away from _______ and go to your throne. As you sat down, you pondered about what you haven't tried yet… You gave her stuff already… The show was a motherfucking BACKFIRE… What the fuck next? You don't know what to do… Everything was perfect. And everything that pleases you MUST be pleased by HER AS WELL!!! What are you doing wrong?
Are you actually missing something?
… But, what could it be if you're actually missing something?

~Your POV~

You were finally done cleaning all the blood off the floor. You never knew that he actually smite his own blue-blood soldiers…
Actually, it wasn't much of a surprise. Alright, that marks the end of your chores. Now to go back into your cellar. You put the mop and water bool away inside the utility closet-

Wait.
Is someone… Watching you? You quickly spin around, looking to see if someone was behind you.
Huh. Nobody. Your imagination? Whatever. You walked to the staircase that lead to your cellar, when you felt the feeling of being watched again… You turned around once more…
Okay, still no one. Maybe the sight from yesterday still made you jumpy? You kept walking and tread up the stairs. You've had a habit of holding tightly on the railing. You've fallen numerous times down the stairs in the past, you you walk carefully up and down them.
You reached the top of the stairs and turned to the direction of your cellar.

… Okay, what the fuck. You feel as though you're being watched again.
You didn't even look behind you. Paranoia. Yeah, it was happening. But, it won't take over you. You finally reached the door, but the guard looked like he was going to shit himself. He quickly opened the door and shoved you inside.
… What was that all about?