Pink Surgical Knife

Katrina looks down at her pajamas which could be pulled off as an ordinary dress, a face red as a tomato; in a fit of rage and embarrassment, she screams as loud as anyone in the mansion can hear.

While Katrina screams her lungs out, Zac does nothing but lie on the marble floor with steaming hot soup all over him and no reaction on his face.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? CLEAN THIS UP!!!" Katrina yells at Zac.

Hearing her orders, he stands up to pull out a cloth underneath the silver platter, which would have been used as a napkin, and without cleaning himself, he starts dragging the cloth across the marble floor to clean what he had spilled.

As Zac starts, Katrina immediately rushes to her bathroom, the size of two living rooms combined, drawing herself a bath.

It does not take long for Zac to finish; the marble floor is the easiest to clean because it does not stain nor soak in anything liquid.

Zac finishes up with the cleaning, including himself.

Afterward, he stands there, doing nothing but awaiting his next order.

Coming out of the tub minutes later, Katrina yells for Zac to get her a dress.

The orders are vague, so Zac grabs whatever he finds first.

Grabbing whatever is nearest, he looks at the sleeve of a dress hanging out of Katrina's dirty laundry basket.

He pulls it out and walks into the bathroom without notice.

"EEEEEEEEK" Katrina once again screams as if she is being murdered.

"Wha - What are you doing in here?" Katrina asks in embarrassment.

Without a response, Zac hands her a dress that is filthy with dirt, leaving Katrina shocked even more.

"Why are you handing me this? I asked for a dress!" Katrina asks.

Without another response, Zac moves his head to indicate that he is confused.

"Ugh, I meant a clean dress! And when I ask you to hand me dress, I mean lay it at the door!" Her red, embarrassed face can be clearly shown as she speaks, not just from the hot bath she took.

Without speaking, Zac leaves the bathroom and lays it at the door.

Katrina clenches her fist, annoyed that Zac has to be controlled to this extent and cannot even follow an order properly without it being explained in great detail.

It's too much for Katrina, it has gone on for two years, and she still can't stand how it seems like a chore than a simple order.

Katrina hates chores more than anything in the world, and things get nasty when she has to do them.

Looking into Zac's puppet-like eyes, Katrina decides it is time to demand a better drug or just a replacement slave that does not need a drug.

"Stay here!" Katrina demands from Zac as she halts out of her room.

Stomping through the mansion, Katrina finds one of the servants who know how to contact her father.

"You! Call my father!"

Flustered and confused, the servant pointed at themselves to confirm whether or not Katrina was talking to them.

"Yes, you! Now send a letter to my father!"

Rushing to the mansion library, the servant starts scribbling away, writing that "Katrina needs her father urgently," then hurries to put it on a raven.

When Katrina witnessed the bird fly away, she headed back to her room, where she had left Zac.

Coming back, she finds Zac standing there without moving an inch from where she had seen him before leaving.

Irritated to her core, she can't stand that Zac might die when she leaves him; it's not that Zac dying is the problem.

She can't stand the thought of not being able to care for her pet properly; if Zac is to die, he is to die protecting her and not stand there like a log starving to death.

Waiting for her father, Katrina contemplates what to do in the meantime.

To cure her boredom, Katrina starts to order Zac to do dog tricks, such as jumping, kneeling, barking, and even licking her shoe.

It entertains her for a minute, but she becomes bored again, leaving her with no other option but to do the only thing that joys her.

Down in the dungeons beneath the mansion, you can hear the groans of hundreds of men and women, all tortured by Katrina over the years.

The void-like Zac is a perfect toy for her to play with and work her torture techniques on, hoping she can bring any ounce of emotion from this lifeless puppet.

"Zac, take off your clothes," Katrina ordered.

Zac strips himself without hesitation revealing his scars from previous wounds done by torture.

Katrina stares at Zac's body, flustered, reveling in what she's about to do to Zac, assuming she can hurt him even more than he already has.

"Lay on the table," Katrina ordered.

Scanning Zac's body, she slowly starts to smile; just thinking about his suffering gets her going; it's not enough imagining it, though she needs to do it herself, without distraction.

Before starting on Zac, she switches a lever, ultimately opening up the wall behind every cage her victims lie in, screaming and groaning.

Insects of all kinds start crawling out, eating every victim alive without prejudice.

The screams eventually stop.

It wouldn't be wrong to assume that most of the victims had died of shock rather than their injuries.

"Ahh, the silence. It's too bad I had to get rid of them, but they were all mostly broken anyway." Katrina speaks to Zac.

"Now, I think it's time to start on you." Katrina grabs her torture tools, but they look nothing like the rusty orange tools that were used on Zac before, except, they are shiny and clean tools with pretty pink rubber for the handles.

It doesn't matter; Zac's face still doesn't change a bit, even after hearing the horrifying screams of Katrina's victims and knowing that he will be the next plaything she has absolute power over; Zac's face doesn't move an inch.

Katrina hovers her hand over her tools, chooses which one to pick, and eventually grabs her surgical knife.

She handles her knife with care, as if she were an actual doctor about to perform surgery on a patient, if only it were that.

Katrina first waves the knife above Zac's face to show him which tool she is using, to taunt him.

Does the taunt work? No.

His face is the same as always, well, not always, but for as long as he has taken the drugs.

With the click of her tongue to show her disappointment, she doesn't let it bother her for long.

Katrina stops waving the knife and aims for Zac's right eye, his only remaining good eye after his house caught on fire.

Only inches away from his eye, Zac stares blankly as if he doesn't even see it.

She pulls away, knowing Zac would be useless without his eye.

She sets the knife down, contemplating her decision again, frustrated that she can't choose what to pick; it's just too exciting for her.

She scans Zac's body again to find where he hasn't been injured.

It's like painting over an already drawn portrait; there are scars everywhere, she thinks.

The excitement fades as she is more frustrated that she can't leave her mark on his body.

It's devastating.

In a fit, Katrina stomps back upstairs to think clearly about how she can leave a mark that he does not have.

It's practically impossible; Katrina's stubbornness won't allow her to accept the reality of her situation.

Katrina did not think about how she could hurt a mindless boy with scars from head to toe.

His face, neck, chest, back, and limbs are all without scars induced by someone else's torture.

The frustration is overwhelming at this point, and her psychotic, narcissistic personality won't stop heating up until she's thought of a way to hurt him.

It's come to a point where Katrina is chipping off her fingernails that she makes sure to keep perfect at every time of the day.

It's no use; she can't figure it out.

Without much thought, Katrina grabbed the nearest maid and dragged her to the dungeon.

"Miss! Wait! Please!" The maid screams in fear.

Katrina drags the maid into the same room where she had laid Zac down, ordering him to get up from where he was.

Next, she ordered the maid, who was, at this point, covered in snot and tears, to lie down where Zac was.

Pissing herself, the maid stares at the table in horrifying terror, knowing precisely what will happen to her once she's lied down.

Pleading for her life, the maid gets on her knees, scraping them on the rough ground and grabbing onto Katrina's dress.

"YOU BITCH!" Katrina yells.

Kicking the maid to the point where she can't breathe, all because the maid touched her dress.

"How dare a mere slave touch my clothes. Get on that table now slut!"

Struggling to breathe, the maid drags herself to the table, then lies on it.

"You should have done that from the start; why did you have to touch me with your filthy mongrel hands?" Katrina says.

*Gasp*

"Why- are you- doing this to me?" The maid struggles to ask.

"Because I was angry," Katrina responds.

Katrina goes for her tools by the table, grabbing the pretty pink surgical knife again and holding it up to the maid's throat.

"I think you might want to clench and brace yourself. This is going to hurt," Katrina says to the maid.