The Prisoner of the Sadistic Master

A Heavy Day!

Author's note:

don't forget to leave a trace ya guys 🤗

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I opened the door to the room. "Yes Sir?"

He looked at me sharply. "So I went around. Backyard lots of grass. How are you, huh? Not very good at working!" Demand sharp.

I snorted in annoyance. How can you do all the homework at once a back garden as vast as a football field?!

"Why. You want to sue?" Ask gently.

I looked up with sparkling eyes hearing his tone like I was going to forgive me.

"Your punishment plus 100 push-ups" he said expressionlessly making me in heavy shock.

Damn it?!

"200," he added.

My eyes grew wide and my mouth grew. Huh?!!!

"300" he said again. He smiled sharply.

Hmh! It seems like the more I don't accept the more he'll increase my punishment!

I lowered my head down. I was silent for a moment before I would answer. "Sorry Mister. I'll do it tomorrow." Obediently.

"Tomorrow? S E K A R A N G." He was arrogant with his hands folded on his chest.

I looked up at him and looked at him with emotion. Is He Crazy?!!

"Push up 500 times, go around the field 100 times and clean the backyard until my eyes don't bother to see it."

SATAN!!!!

I closed my eyes with anger. Otherwise he'll increase my punishment, won't he?

"Wait for what else. Hurry." He said with an intimidating look.

I immediately picked up the garden scissors in the barn and was about to go to the backyard.

"Where to go!" Call Ryan.

"Yes, I want to clean the backyard, sir." I said with great emphasis because I held back my irritation. He told her to do it!

"Round the field first new push up. After that just clean up the backyard." Said relaxed.

This is the man asking for the crucifixion of his palm!

Arhs...

I took a deep breath and took it out putting down the grass scissors and started running around the field.

***

My breath was already congested running 100 rounds of the field. I lay on the floor and set my breath that was stirring earlier.

He stood next to me and looking down at me, he chuckled briefly disdainfully. "Quick push up now."

I squinted my eyes annoyed, "My feet want to be dislodged because they are tired of running. Wait a minute, sir." I asked for leniency.

"Who told you to run? I told you to go around the field. Going around doesn't mean running, does it?" He raised one of his eyebrows smiling devil.

I got up and looked at him angrily, "Why didn't you tell me from the beginning Sir?..."

"Heh. I already stated at the beginning." He pointed to his side, "It would mean that the person speaking is heard and understood by the brain. Got a brain, right?"

I held my hand withstanding the emotion.

The vow. He's getting more involved.

"Quick push up! What do I want to add to your punishment?" He raised one of his eyebrows smiling wickedly.

I stood up and continued to Push up.

Fucking demons!

***

At what time I don't know either. My body feels crumpled and whiny.

I closed my eyes and rested for a moment.

Someone kicked me on the shoulder with the end of his shoe, "Heh. Where's my breakfast."

I opened my eyes, "Patience. Just ready to tripe the grass!"

"Sit up 50 times." His law.

Oh!!!!

Breathe in... Dispose... Breathe in... Dispose.

I looked at him and started to sit up.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50!

HAH READY!

I stood up in a daze and walked towards the house.

"Where are you going?"

Ishi!!! What else is it?!

I turned my head with a smiling face on the force, "You go to the kitchen, sir... Make breakfast." I stopped smiling at the end of my sentence.

"Clean yourself. You slovenly." Hinniah.

Jdjskejdjsk... Gee whiz...

I smiled back, "Okay Sir!" Then stop smiling and leave.

***

A few days ago I read a lot about how to cook simple bule food.

And today I cooked a goat steak.

Then serve it to this fucking guy.

He bribed a mouthful into his mouth. He smiled obliquely, "Hm. It's just normal."

I took a deep breath and took it out. Patience...

He looked at me sharply. "Heh. Once again I hear you grunt complaining, looking at me angrily, long at work and even cursing, I will not hesitate to punish you."

What else is this God....

"50 push ups." His law.

"Well, what am I doing?"

"100." Added again.

I held my annoyed expression with a smile.

"200." Added.

"Huh?"

He flicked his shoulders indifferently, "Let's go. I like to punish you."

I rubbed my face slowly and went back to silence.

"Just do it."

Patience...

I do push ups 200 times while swearing in my heart.

He smiled slanted in satisfaction and then continued eating it.