“Please - it’s my fault, let me take responsibility, punish me for it.”
“Please- it’s my fault,” Rowe begged, “let me take responsibility, punish me for it.”
This time, it truly was his fault. Master’s clothes were stained a muddy, brownish colour, and only one person was in charge of doing the laundry. Only one person could have messed up. It went against everything he knew to question Master, but how could he still blame Kasia?
Kasia was currently kneeling behind Master, still hunched over, still expecting to be punished. Rowe pushed on.
“I handle the laundry, I- I made the mistake, being punished would- would make me happy.”
Master raised an eyebrow, dangling the knife between his thumb and index finger loosely. Eventually, he tsked and stepped towards him. The desperation to spare Kasia was quickly being replaced by cold horror at the realisation that Master was finally going to put him in his place.
He shut his eyes when Master was mere inches from him, but instead of sharp, clean pain, all he felt was a kiss pressed against his forehead.
“You’re a good boy, pal. You know I love you too much to ever hurt you.”
And with that he was walking away, knife still in hand, while Kasia stared up at Rowe with eyes full of hate.
