- It seems to have made a friend, even if the circumstances that caused this to happen still hold begrudging feelings to me.
The fallen which I have been entertaining myself with has been moved into the catacombs, safely locked in place with silver chains. I know his strenght, and while it amuses me, he could begin to cause trouble thanks to his oratory skills.Ā
In my last visit, I hadnāt noticed that the pet snuck behind me and roamed down the stairs on all fours, curious and intraprendent as usual. As I made my way downstairs, I enthralled myself with the usual torture routine on a particulary noisy captive, washing my hands in a bucket of water. I donāt really wish to dirt my garnments with filthy blood.
At some point during the procedure, I noticed that it was missing just after the water was clean and replenished. And when I turned, much to my aghast self, the pet had snatched it away.
It was holding the head of the fainted fallen on its lap, and washing his bloody face clean from sweat and the almighty knows what else. And as soon as he woke up, he spoke its name up.Ā āSimyā, a combination of letters she struggled to perform.
I watched this interaction with wide eyes, leering as he chugged down he water that I should have used until he was no longer thirsty, resting into the pet to catch a break from the tortures.
It seems to have forgot that I was in the middle of my daily task.Ā
And when I asked it what it was doing, it pointed at itself with a large grin and stated thatĀ āit was helpingā.
I admit, this time it got the worst out of me. That such a low creature could ruin my work by trying to act nice was such a disrespectful action that i made my blood boil.
And the best punishment is letting it rot alone. I can still hear its desperate, feminine cries disturbing my sleep as she cries for me and for my presence.
It should have though better.
