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You're staring out the window that covers the wall from the floor to the ceiling, trying not to think of anything. That's how you've been surviving the past week with some semblance of sanity. If you think too much, you know you'll break.

Zekarion is sitting at his desk doing paperwork behind you, and you hear the skritch of his pen come to a stop. He stands and your heart jumps into your throat. The fear that he's about to turn his attention towards you is proven justified when you hear him step towards you and you try not to look at his reflection in the glass. But you can already feel the heat radiating off him and he is close, too close, towering behind you with his hand on the space between your neck and shoulder. You're too afraid to move.

"You're not very good at doing your job, are you, my dear prince?" he says in a low voice as your pulse jumps against his fingers. You don't know what he's going to do but you know it will hurt.

A second passes and you're proven right, a choked noise escaping you as your back slams against the wall, and you realize a split second later that he tossed you by the neck. You were too surprised by it to stay on your feet, and you slide to the floor. You don't know why he keeps doing this; you've been doing as he's asked and fighting the people who care about you. You guess he just likes to see you in pain.

"I do not keep you here to daydream," he all but snarls before bringing his heel against your sternum. You know struggling is useless, so you don't bother. You wonder if begging is useless too, but you do it anyway.

"I'm sorry," you plead weakly, but he silences you by putting his weight into his foot so you can't breathe. You wonder if he'll decide to kill you this time and finish what he started when he killed your parents. A few moments pass and you finally look up to meet his yellow eyes when your head starts feeling hazy, and he responds with a harsh kick. You let out a pained noise and a cough, bringing a hand to the spot and wondering at the fact that he didn't decide to break anything this time. You'll take what you can get. Out of everything he's done to you, this is nothing.