5 Therapy

'I wonder, would a human being born into slavery have the same drive as these slaves to escape into freedom?' Daz mused as he stood at the entrance into the dungeons, leaning onto one of the walls casually while he observed the spectacle inside the dungeons.

Next to him stood the munchkin though, contrary to Daz, she didn't seem to be all that much at ease, not that he really could blame her to begin with.

His thoughts returned back from the munchkin towards the boiling-for-blood slaves that stood before the two, now awakened, Tenryuubito, arguing what to do with them.

Daz had told them in no uncertain terms that the two Tenryuubito would not leave this building alive, and it was up to them if he himself killed them or if they did.

Hence the arguing going on. After minutes of emotion fuelled screaming the slaves decided that the two Tenryuubito would be punched to death, deeming it an appropriate execution. Slow but still painful, just like they had administered it themselves for years.

Obviously the two Tenryuubito had become rather white faced at hearing what would happen to them, which ended up with them screaming at the slaves that they would regret their actions and so on and so forth, you know, the usual.

The only problem they now faced was how to begin with the execution because, despite having suffered for years under the cruelties of those two fucks, none of the slaves ever actually had been violent in their lives before, let alone violent enough to kill somebody and meaning it.

Thus, the slaves began to argue once again, causing Daz to role his eyes once again. 'For fuck's sake, get on with it already…' Daz thought, sighing audibly, after which he marched towards the crowd without hesitation.

Clearing his throat once after coming to a stop right before the two hostages, Daz took one deep breath before roaring for everyone inside of the dungeons to hear: "Would you all please SHUT UP!" which resulted in rather immediate silence with all eyes now resting on Daz.

"Good, now. You pussyfooting around isn't gonna solve anything, and talking about it even less, at least in a situation like this. All you need to do is listen to your inner voice which either tells you to kill those two or it doesn't. What comes after is rather simple. You act on it without thinking about it. Go on, get to it! And no more talking! After a minute of nobody acting I'll assume you've made up your minds and take matters into my own hands." And with that Daz stepped aside to a wall and leaned upon it once more, waiting patiently for the slaves to make their decision.

It didn't take long for a young man to step forward, his whole body tense, who looked at Daz once before walking over towards the two Tenryuubito.

Looking down on them both, Daz could see the conflict inside the young man's eyes before said conflict was replaced by resolve fuelled from fury.

His fists clenched the lad stepped over towards the two and leaned over Carlos, before he threw his first punch. It was a pitiful punch but the weak version was replaced by a stronger one afterwards, their strength growing in intensity until the young man was openly crying and weeping while venting on Carlos all of his emotions he had been sitting on for what must hav been a while now.

Though, he only reached up to six punches, before the strength left him altogether, causing the young man to stagger aside to collapse against the nearest wall.

The only sounds besides the young man's silent sobbing and Carlos moans of pain was the steps of the next person approaching the Tenryuubito. A young woman this time.

She also approached Carlos and began to wail on him with rather pitiful punches and scratches but it mattered little to Daz. If the slaves wouldn't kill them he would. It was only a matter of time.

While the young woman was still at it an older fishman stepped forwards and approached Shalria. He must have observed quite a few executions by the looks of it because his administrations were of a rather cold and calculated approach instead of wailing on him like the woman next to him.

He began punching Shalria in all the right places where the nerves were bunched up the most, though in Daz's honest opinion, that was a waste of effort.

None of the Tenryuubito had any kind of muscles to speak of, so no matter what you did it always hurt. Might as well vent your emotions while you're at it. Hell, that was the sole reason why Daz hadn't already killed those two. He may be a coldhearted fucker due to his tutelage and experience but that didn't mean he couldn't differentiate between what was just and what was unjust.

The next few minutes were filled with the sounds of crying, sobbing, screaming, flesh meeting flesh and moaning from pain. A weird cacophony that may disturb a normal person deeply who had never been through hell before, experiencing the absolute abyss human being were capable of unleashing on their fellow living beings, but to Daz that melody of horror had become a little bland instead.

Not for the first time Daz realized in the farthest corners of his mind that his experiences had truly fucked him up in some ways, stripping his former innocent self of its imposed morals and impressions until only the rawest form of himself remained, his animal parts so to speak, in order to shield him from the shit he had been confronted with and keep him alive.

Maybe it was time to shackle that monster a little bit and become a little more human once again. Living as nothing but a beast, devoid of true empathy towards your fellow beings, was not really fun and a way Daz wanted to spend the rest of his life living like.

'Well, helping the munchkin out was at least a step in the right direction I think. Though, I'll have to work on that selfishness a little. No matter, I'll get there…maybe.' Daz thought to himself while letting his eyes roam over the dungeon, now filled with sobbing and screaming slaves, some huddled together, others on their own, all caged and imprisoned in their own binds, together with the monster that had been created by their masters when they were broken to their wills.

And amidst that mess of people stood the munchkin, completely lost and overwhelmed by what was happening around her. She may have left her innocent mind behind quite a while but she was still but a kid, and some situations are simply too much for kids to handle.

'What to do, what to do… should I…? Hmm…' Daz mused for a second before walking over towards the munchkin and putting one of his hands onto her head. It was rather small in comparison, nearly disappearing beneath his hand.

"You know, munchkin, I think it would do you some good to punch Shalria as well." Daz said bluntly while his mind reminded him softly that she was still a child but he had learned to shut out his moral compass what felt like ages ago so he literally didn't hear it whispering in the farthest corner of his mind.

Obviously, the munchkin answered the only way that was understandable. "What?"

"You see munchkin, those two caused quite a bit of trauma, and you are no exception to that. Venting your repressed emotions on those two, before they disappear permanently, might be something you would wanna do. Or you might regret it later." Daz explained to her, while slowly turning around and guiding the confused child over towards the two sobbing Tenryuubito.

"I…see." She responded, her confusion evident while she looked down on the two Tenryuubito with a blank face.

"Want me to help you?" Daz asked, rather softly in his opinion, to which the girl nodded hesitantly.

So Daz took her right hand into his, softly putting one finger onto all of hers and forming them into a fist, before looking into her eyes reassuringly, or at least what he hoped to be seen as reassurance.

Grasping her tiny wrist in his hand he slowly punched her fist into Shalria's face, absolutely no force behind the blow but that wasn't really why he did it in the first place.

Glancing down, Daz immediately saw that he had been right in his assessment about her repressed emotions, as the girl had completely shut down after punching her former mistress even once. Even his formerly innocent mind seemed to have realized that and wisely shut up its protests at his methods.

Again, they punched Shalria, and again. Each time Daz gave over more and more control to the munchkin, until he withdrew his hand completely, watching in silence as the girl again and again hit the woman, as if on autopilot so to speak.

Though, contrary to her body language, her face didn't remain stoic, but rather went through various emotions until thick tears rolled down her cheeks.

With soft sobbing noises, the munchkin kept punching, again and again until her shaking body prevented her from continuing, causing her to fall to her knees and breaking the dam that held back her emotions completely.

Her soft voice joining the other crying voices far below in the dungeon of probably the worst place on this beautiful, beautiful planet. Daz meanwhile sat down next to the munchkin and subconsciously put one of his hands onto her back as her silent vigil. Minutes came and went, until the sun fell on the horizon while deep down in the dungeon the sounds of crying people was replaced by the soft snoring of slaves that had become a bit more human once again after years upon years of merely being objects to their masters.

It was a silent night, for once leaving behind the nightmares that had plagued all those staying in the dungeons, enveloping even the cold-hearted killer in their midst, providing the first true peaceful nap in many, many years for the man.