THE PERFECT PLAN

That day Joda had known what real pain was. He had been beaten by the young man for hours. At one point Joda had lost his temper and flew at the young master in a rage but before he could even get close to him,he was stopped by the guards who were spectating the whole thing.

That action on his part had infuriated the young master the more and he had switched the whip for his bare hands. Whiles Joda was restrained,the Merchant's son had pummelled him with punches whiles yelling insults at him. Joda had noticed the lady of the house watching from the gate entrance with a small smile as she saw what was going on.

After being reduced to a weak and bruised piece of meat,Joda had been cartered off to his room where a healer had come to check on him. His wounds had been dressed and he had been given some medicine to drink. That night he had grown feverish. His host's body was too weak to take such punishment. The poor kid was all skin and bones,if he underwent any more beatings like what he had gone through in the afternoon,his host will surely die.

Luckily, the fever had subsided by the following day and he had been left alone the whole day to recuperate. Over the weeks,Joda was bullied more than often by the Merchant's son who it seemed was always angry and who was always looking for someone to take out his anger on. And even though Joda was beaten by the Merchant too from time to time,he grew to hate the Merchant's son whose name was Rollo the more.

Rollo also hated The skinny slave with the attitude who wouldn't change no matter how many times he beat him. "You are nothing but an unwanted piece of trash!", Rollo insulted the young slave as he lay on the floor after one of their usual 'anger management' sessions. The slave was bleeding from his mouth as he struggled to stand but another punch had toppled him over again. No matter how strong Joda had been in his past life, his host's body didn't allow such strength to carry over so a single punch from Rollo was usually enough to cause him to fall.

Rollo on the other hand had started using his hands more often anytime he wanted to vent on the boy. his father had been angry at him for beating the boy with a whip the last time, saying that the boy had a lot of payment to do and he didn't want him dead after only a day in the house.

Thrall had told Rollo that if anything happened to the boy beyond repair, Rollo should be prepared to refund 30 gold pieces from his own purse. Rollo, who had no money whatsoever had quickly changed tact so as to not incur such an enormous debt but his father's treatment that day which all came because he had touched that insolent filth was enough to make Rollo despise Joda.

"Do you think I don't notice you glaring at me anytime you see me?", A kick to Joda's face caused him to groan in serious pain as he lay on his back. "Do you think my Father will always be around to save you?", this time a heavy stomp that caused Joda to roll onto his face landed on his stomach. Joda coughed out blood as his groan increased. Rollo came over to him and knelt by his side with a smile on his face. "I know you have this delusional belief in you that you can go toe to toe with me." Rollo laughed.

"I'll love to prove you wrong by showing you your place,kid but I don't want to be the one who kills you. Not when my father still hasn't had his fun with you. But let me make this clear. You are no match for me and never will be. It'll bode well for you if you drop that annoying attitude or I'll settle for explaining your death to my father." A final punch to his temple had knocked an already weak Joda out cold.

The prince had come to later in his room with the first person he saw being the now familiar healer who was already leaving the room. Joda saw the boiled herbs on the floor and went to drink it to soothe his aching muscles. Rollo had long since stopped hitting him with his whip and now only used his bare hands whenever he wanted to relieve his stress. The result was that Joda had no external wounds naked to the eye but was dying inside from all the pummelling.

Things had gone on like that with Joda getting beaten at least twice or even more a week,most of the time at the hands of Rollo who had even started beating him when he wasn't angry. It had all become a sport for the annoying young master and this caused the enmity between the two to grow even more.

As the weeks turned to months, Joda's new body started growing healthier despite all the abuse. And this made Joda wonder if his host had gone through even worse before he had been murdered. Joda was getting more flesh than when he had inherited this body. He was also no longer filthy and stinky like in the past and he had more energy than ever with all the rest he was allowed.

Joda was the only servant in the house who didn't work on Thrall's farm. He hadn't also been allowed out of the house ever since he had stepped foot in it. Not even to the front. He was either in his room or out in the hall getting beaten. His interaction with the other slaves was also minimal and he honestly didn't even know if he wanted to interact with them. They all looked down on him just like the guards and Joda had resigned himself to his fate as a loner with the shittiest duty in all slave history.

As the beatings piled up over the weeks, his resistance to pain also increased. Coupled with the physical exercises Joda did when he was alone in his prison, his rest and the food, he could soon take a full beating from Rollo and still manage to walk on his own with only the occasional bloody nose and mouth.

On one occasion,he had flashed a smirk at an annoyed Rollo who had been stopped from inflicting more pain on the annoying slave by Thrall's presence just when he had grabbed Joda by the hair. The smirk had annoyed Rollo so much that he had attempted to ignore his father so that he could teach Joda a lesson but his father had thrown a fit and dragged him away to meet the guests that were waiting for them.

Rollo had left to meet the distinguished guests but his attention had never been on them. Instead,he racked his brains to find the perfect plan to teach that insolent boy a lesson. He couldn't let Joda walk free after that blatant disrespect. Over his dead body.

He was still racking his Brain for the perfect plan when one of his father's guests said something that gave him an idea. He knew exactly when will be the best time to beat that boy senseless without his father intervening. Heck,maybe he will even be able to get rid of him in plain sight without his father saying anything. Naa,he wouldn't kill him.

He would keep the insolent brat alive so that he could keep torturing him some more. Rollo fine-tuned his plan. It was the perfect plan for what he had in mind for the boy. Simple and effective. He couldn't wait until it was that time of the year again. What a joyous day it would be. Rollo thought with a dangerous grin.