Training in Session

Cold ice dipped into my head. A waterfall went through my head. I coughed loudly: Wait.. why am I coughing? Why is it raining hard?

Am I imagining things? Is this what happens to people after someone goes through mental trauma? (-_-)? I feel pity for myself... Sigh* What a sad life...

I slowly open my eyes and feel myself being chained. I frown and see ropes surrounding my body and tied up to a chair. What the HELL! Is this some kind of torture?? Are they going to force INFO out of me??

No, No, I refuse to be a ragged doll.

Cold icy water splurged down my head again. I looked up to see a tall build man pouring cold water down my head.

"!!!"

"Boss! She's awake!" someone yelled.

I look behind me to see myself in a small dark room, and around me were built towering men guarding the walls as if they were escape-doors. From the dim light, I saw someone walk out from the shadow and saw the familiar masked man standing there.

"Good." he coldly said.

"W-what do you want from me..." I coughed loudly at the masked man. "Money? Land? Property? Men? Pawns? Slaves? I have all. Or if you wish to have everything, you can. Even I can join you in the bootlicking event if you want. How many boots would you like me to lick?"

"No, no," the masked man said as he chuckled slowly and he strode closer to me, as a serpent sliding against the floor. !! Not good. He grabbed my chin. "I am pretty sure I made my intention clear that I want a spy..."

...

Here I thought he was joking... who knew he had back-up forces?? (O_O)

I try to keep calm and look at the situation. In Elerdia- it's totally indecent to torture information out of people... so I have never been forced to say anything and claim things.

"S..spy..." I also chuckle lightly in fear. "I am also pretty sure I want to be your loyal dog."

"You are a naive little girl aren't you..."

Definitely! Who knew that this was the same lacking illiterate person?

I cursed him to rot and die single. I curse his remainings to be feed to the stray dogs! Even a pet dog shouldn't have the honor of eating this loathsome man!! (O_O)

"Spies have to be taught how to be a spy..."

"..." Well, I wasn't that stupid to realize that you were going to give me some special training... but you make it sound like a torture lesson for a little girl! Have some decency!

"Now that you realize... I will now resume your training... ready set begin..." as soon as those cursed words came out of his teeth- cold ice numbed my body as they threw buckets of water down my head.

I coughed louder than ever. Endure yourself! I must live on to curse this man!! Die you evil hag! Die!

"1? or 100?" I manage to cough out. I could barely see his face through my blurry eyes.

"...what?"

" Me Licking Boots?"

"None please."

"How many... *cough* times would you like to scrub your mansion?"

"..." he didn't reply.

"Do you like dogs or lions?" I ask while choking on my words. I needed to find out how he needed to die.

"..." No reply.

"Vodka or beer? *Cough* *Cough*" I ask him through my enduration.

"Stop!" he yells. I flinched... I wondered if he told me to stop or the men to stop. Didn't matter really. Might as well die along with his blade... (-_-)

...

The silence was soon pronounced through the room. Nobody coughed. Nobody talked. Nobody sighed in relief. Absolute silence.

Must be some mob. Again... I must congratulate him on his efficiency... WAIT! Why am I congratulating him!??!

Have I lost my mind??

Must have. (-_-) Some cheap bewitching witch tricks huh? I hope he gets burnt in a pyre on a stake. Alive. Beheading him seems too...Kind.

And feeding him to the dogs seems too insincere and indecent. Must come up with a proper plan...

"...*cough* I broke the silence first. "Sir... you still haven't answered what you preferred: Stake or execution?"

Everyone except for the masked man gave me wary glances.

Sh*T... I voiced my inner thoughts too loudly.

"...I would prefer your head of your body..." he muttered slowly.

"...My head can't talk if it is out of my body. How will I spy if I can't use my head? I will be caught easily."

"You were asking me what I preferred."

"..."

"...I must have been wrong. Your head must be underdeveloped. Perhaps your parents sent you to an asylum when you were born?

"..." Underdeveloped??

UNDERDEVELOPED?? Cut it- Let him die of misery, regret, anger, and sadness and go to the seventh layer of HELL!

Do I look stupid to him? A JOKE? That's an insult to the Devil too you know!

"Why aren't you replying?"

"This is training for me to be your double agent, correct? If I reply... what would be the purpose of the training? If I didn't tell you the answer, I am proving my worth and endurance to show you that I can be a loyal spy."

"..."

Hahaha... (O_O) Can I take that silence as a reply? No? Let's see: One browny point for me then?? Can I go home??? (O_O) I am actually terrified and traumatized.

"..."

"Hmm... Not bad I guess." he murmurs to himself. "Just an underdeveloped brain and a fat mouth. I guess I should just teach you how to shut it at the right times."

"..."

No, I think I am very much fine... No thank you!

"

"You passed the first round. Congratulations. I was testing the waters for loyalty... it seems as if I learned a valuable lesson today." the masked man said with ZERO enthusiasm.

Hopefully, that valuable lesson won't have to do with cutting off MY NECK as a threat! How could anyone pull out threats with that Archduke's poker demeanor?? That's a proof that not everyone is talented with the gift of fear.

Wait. Is that a gift or a curse? Staying with this man for any more minute will make my head confused and muddled. ⊙﹏⊙

"You may untie her and bring her to her chambers." the masked man orders. In a blink of an eye, the ropes around my torse untightened and my body felt lighter than ever.

I cried mentally in relief. I survived... ｡･ﾟﾟ･(>д<)･ﾟﾟ･｡

I have survived to see another day but to lick another boot for some other day.

Curse my life ｡･ﾟﾟ･(>д<)･ﾟﾟ･｡!