: Eyes Of A Beast

As the fat pig-like man withered on the ground and squealed in pain, Kayda clenched her fists and ignored the burning pain consuming her arm and the bile rising up in her throat at the taste of his disgustingly thick blood that coated her tongue. Clenching her knees together, Kayda used all the strength she could muster and yanked at the chains binding her feet to the ground. Causing them to rattle and clink.

The impulsive action of taking two of his fingers would cost her her life, and she didn't want to stick around for when that happened.

All the while, Count Hannibal couldn't care less as the rage and pain consumed his mind making his eyes red with hatred.

How could a stupid, dirty slave do this to him? He owned her! He was her master!

Standing up, Count Hannibal clenched his hand in his fist. Blood gushing out between his fingers.

Noticing the air around him and his sudden change, Kayda went on full defense and growled snapping her fangs.

Reaching down for the knife he threw earlier, Count Hannibal glared at Kayda with bloodshot eyes full of hatred and rage.

"You disgusting, worthless slave. I am your master!" With that yell, he lunged forward with the still hot knife and plunged it into her shoulder. Since it was small it didn't go in too deep but she still felt it scrape against her bones.

But that wasn't enough for him. Taking the knife, he stabbed her again and again in the same spot. The knife cauterizing the wound each time filling the air with the smell of burnt flesh and Kayda with pain.

She roared and once again lunged at his hand with her sharp fangs but this time, he was prepared and backhanded her across the face with his oversized chubby hand, making her see stars.

Spitting on her, he stopped only when he was satisfied. "You ungrateful beast."

Kayda just hung there limply. Her mind reeled and spun as she felt her face swell. To her, this was nothing. She could tolerate the pain. She had lived with pain long enough to where she had ways to cope with it. But her body couldn't keep up with her mind. So it forced her to escape sometimes.

And right now, her body couldn't keep up with the shock. Going silent, Kayda's body went limp and her eyes dimmed. She turned into a blank slate unable to move or make a sound.

Turning to look at her after hearing not a single growl from his slave, Count Hannibal gloated to himself. "A slave will always be a slave." Then turned around and grabbed the two fingers Kayda spat out on the ground and went to treat his bleeding hand.

Kayda was stuck in her head with no way out. And this scared her more than anything she experienced in this hellish dungeon. It was times like these where she could no longer stay strong and tried to scream, struggle or cry out. But no matter what she did, she couldn't seem to break free. So instead, she breathed. It was the only thing she could control when she went into states like these. And only when she did this was she able to escape from moments like these. But only after a while.

While Kayda focused on her breath, Count Hannibal got into the cabinet above the metal tray. Inside was an array of bottles, potions and bandages. Sometimes, he found toys that he liked and would peace them back together again so he could play longer. He never thought that he would one day have to use these things on himself.

Taking out everything he needed, he poured a potion onto his wounded hand and it instantly stopped bleeding but that didn't mean the wound would be ok after that.

Taking out a few extra things from the cabinet, he started to skillfully put his hand back together. With all the pulling apart and putting back together he had done, there was no way he wasn't skilled enough to put his fingers back on. But he would need time to do it well since he was fixing himself and he needed a priest if he wanted to get rid of the scar it would leave.

While Count Hannibal was doing all this, Kayda had enough time to recollect herself to start getting some of her control back. She could feel herself slowly start to get some control. But it took her half an hour to do so allowing Count Hannibal to sew back on just one finger.

When he began to start on the second one and Kayda finally had better control over herself, the door to the room suddenly bursted in with an explosive bang.

Count Hannibal stopped what he was doing and stood in surprise as where Kayda didn't even flinch and continued to do what she could to recover herself completely as her being stuck in her own body without any way out was scarier than what or whoever blew in that door.

Smoke filled the room obscuring Count Hannibal's vision preventing him from seeing who had interrupted him. Standing on high alert, he narrowed his eyes as he glared sharply at the smokey doorway.

Slowly, a slim silhouette could be seen in the doorway clouded with smoke. "Whew! Didn't think it would smoke up this much. I'm going to have to adjust that spell a bit." The figure then moved forward and his face shone more clearly. With a slim build and above average height, he seemed elegant and flexible and with his narrow eyes and a cat-like smile, he seemed more like a feline playboy. With a flick of his wrist, he brushed away a few long strands of hair behind his ear making the air around him overflow with charisma.

"We can talk about this later." A second later, another silhouette walked forward. The man with the cat-like smile moved to the side allowing another man to walk in. And the air inside the room suddenly dropped a few degrees making even Kayda shudder slightly.

The man who had just walked in was dressed in black, emitting an overpowering air around him which made those near him feel suppressed and suffocated. With narrowed eyes he coldly locked his gaze onto Count Hannibal, freezing him where he stood. As the man took a step forward an invisible blizzard seemed to form and the room temperature once again dropped causing everyone's breath to leave behind a puff of white condensation.

"W-who are you?! Do y-you know who I am!? Guards! Guards!! Kill this man!! I want him dead!" Count Hannibal's shouts were proven useless as no one responded to his calls and the two unfamiliar men stared at him with hostility.

"We know who you are fat piggy. And to save your breath, and all of our noses, your guards aren't coming." The feline man charmingly smiled showing off his canines. But his smile didn't even come close to reaching his hostile eyes.

Count Hannibal stood there shocked. Taking a step back, he wanted to run but the only exit was blocked leaving him with nowhere to go. "W-what do you want? Money? I have money, take all of it!"

When there was no response, Count Hannibal started to break out into a cold sweat. "If that's not enough, I can get you women! Even high ranked positions in the capital!"

Measuring their expressions, Count Hannible turned pale.

While he was talking, the man dressed in black pulled a sword out of his cloak. The metallic sound it made when he had drawn it from its sheath made Count Hannibal drop to his knees into a pitiful state.

"What is it that you want!? I'll give you anything! Anything at all!"

He was once again ignored making him shiver in fear which caused his fatty body to jiggle giving him an unsightly appearance.

Once the man in black raised his sword, Count Hannibal squealed and a foul smelling liquid pooled in between his legs. And with a thud, his squeal was cut short as his head fell to the ground with a disgusting and horrific expression permanently etched on his face.

Taking a handkerchief from his cloak, the man in black whipped off the blood on his blade and threw the handkerchief away like it was some disgusting piece of trash. But he continued to stare at the body.

"Welp, that's that. Let's blow this place Lord Dimitri and get out of here. I need to take a bath to get rid of this awful smell."

When he didn't get an answer, the man realized his lord was still staring at the body. Walking over, he curiously looked to see what his lord was looking at when he noticed the partially sewed on fingers. Intrigued, he looked back up at his lord and noticed he was looking at something else. Following his gaze, his face dropped.

"Oh man."

Staring back at them was a pair of emerald eyes belonging to a feral beast.