Back at The Oat Stone Manor, Anthony had been in the same spot, shackled for a whole week now. Most of the time, the tightness of his shackles would be greatly reduced and he would actually be on the floor, resting. Only when HE needs to extract another syringe of Anthony’s blood would the chains be tightened again and he be forced to get into that uncomfortable position so that he wouldn’t be able to defend himself.Because of this resting periods, his left hand had gotten a good amount of time it needs to heal and was now about halfway there to complete healing. Also, another time when he’s forced to be in that uncomfortable position with both arms raised and made to be on his toes is when he’s getting washed, just like he is right now.“I can’t even tell what time it is because there’s no windows in here but I’m guessing it’s got to be hitting a week now” Anthony monologued while the white haired girl bathe him which means he was butt naked in front of both her and HE right now.HE
Another week went by and all Anthony could think of was how fast the time was running, especially now that his life is on the line. Since the start of the second week of his kidnapping and blood withdrawal, HE had been showing up not as frequently as the first week and this was because the moment the truth was told to Anthony, there was nothing more interesting for HE to by doing sticking around. For the most part, the taking of Anthony’s blood had become the job of the girl with white hair and she both bathe him and gave him food to eat. Also, she could stop him if he tries to do anything counter productive for them like fight back or try to escape which he did try multiple times the first week but was unsuccessful. So now, Anthony has been seeing more of her then HE and he’s curiosity on her kept increasing. At this moment, she had just taken the plate he had eaten from and wanted to walk out when he spoke to her for the first time since his kidnapping. Usually, Anthony only spoke
Because she’s the one who has been in charge of watching and taking care of Anthony up until this point, the keys to his shackles had been inside the left chest pocket of the white gown she had been wearing since the first day. She had many of that same dress and for reasons best known to her, she only wore them and nothing else.Even her feet were bare but no matter how long or what the texture of the ground is like she’s been walking around that way and there hasn’t been a single injury or blister made on them. Her skin was very tough.She reached into the pocket and brought out the key while at the same time going ahead to lower Anthony so that she could actually reach the shackles locked around his wrists, meanwhile, seeing this happening right in front of his eyes, HE was dumbfounded."Wait a minute, did his power just evolve like his grandfather’s and he's using it to control he— No, that's not possible! Even if the reason is different, just like Franklin both of our powers shou
"Franklin's your Father?! How can he be your father when there hasn't been any hint of that type of relationship between you two?!" Anthony asked out, finding it hard to believe what the girl and Franklin's relationship really was because the the only connection he had seen them have for the whole month he had been kidnapped was one of semblance to a master and servant.Even though HE had taken over Franklin's body, HE only made the fact that he had done so known to Anthony during his bragging episodes and wouldn't speak on it when she was around. Also, for the past month, any time Anthony tried to speak to her, wanting to bring up the same topic as a way of making her an ally so that she would free him, their conversation never goes anywhere and this is because she doesn't say anything back or respond to him.Assuming she doesn't know that Franklin's body had been taken over by HE then Anthony was expecting that she would have been acting daughterly to HE while thinking that it was F
“Whoever you are, I won’t let you use my body for your evil plans! Now, get out!” Franklin said, gaining more and more control of his body. Meanwhile, HE who was still fighting him for overall dominance used the right hand which was the only appendage he could still control to try and bash Franklin’s head with the handle of the gun but Franklin in control of the left hand was preventing the gun from making contact. While that struggle was taking place, blood kept gushing out the holes in Franklin’s body furiously and it became a concern because his entire body was staring to look weak with his stance getting weaker and his bleeding eyes looking tired. He was also panting vigorously and finding it hard to catch his breath. “Father, what’s going o—“ Franklin’s daughter asked but was cut short by Anthony from behind her. “From the amount of blood he’s losing, if this goes on for any longer Franklin is going to die!” Anthony said and Franklin’s daughter who was shocked by what he said q
“??” Both Anthony and Satyre were left speechless, their eyes widened and their breaths stagnant for some seconds. They couldn’t believe what was right in front of their eyes, they didn’t want to.This outcome was completely unexpected on both their parts because Franklin was fine just some minutes ago and now he was gone. Both still on their knees, Satyre tried to wake her father up, shaking his body multiple times and started cried silently when he didn’t wake and Anthony couldn’t say anything, he didn’t know her that much to try and comfort her.All he could do was to wait for her to get well on her own while he grieved in silence.After an appropriate amount of time Satyre was done crying, accepting the reality of her father’s passing and both her and Anthony who hadn’t felt this level of grief in a long time went back to their base personalities that best helps them cope with their emotions and that was to move on and act cold. “Is there a place to bury his body?” Anthony asked
“Where exactly are we going? I don’t remember ever moving through here” Anthony asked, looking all over and seeing that the passage they were walking through to wherever Satyre was supposed to take him was a route that he didn’t know even existed in the Manor.During the tour on his first day, HE who was pretending to be Franklin at the time never took him into this passage and it was supposed to be a tour of the important parts of the Manor. The fact that HE didn’t let him see where this passage leads to just made Anthony more curious as to what their destination could be and he wanted to experience it than ask Satyre to tell him straight up.After walking for a short time since he asked the question, the both of them with Satyre being the one leading began to approach a door at the end of the passage. “This must be one of those spots I wasn’t supposed to see” Anthony said when he saw the door and the moment they got to it, Satyre opened it.Through the door was a very big room with
After greeting, all three hundred and thirty-three slaves remained in their current posture, waiting for Anthony to say something to them or at least tell them to stand back but he was so surprised by the sight that he forgot what Franklin had told him during the time at the hospital with designer Gustav and his two assistants.Half a minute and past and the entire throne room was filled with silence, only the synchronized breathing of all the slaves could be heard and Satyre who knew that Anthony might not know the etiquette to something like this and had it in mind that it’s her duty to show him the way of what a Midnight heir should do like her father was supposed to, took the initiative and got up first.“Master, this is where you talk to your slaves and give them permission to stand” She said and Anthony came back to his senses. He had been focused on the fact that slaves actually existed in this day and age and they were this willing to participate in that system from how they l