Bram waited for her to leave before rolling his eyes. "Silly woman," he mutters before turning back to the other girl. She was simply glaring at him, her playing stopped and the violin clutched in her good hand. "What are you looking at, slave? Go on, keep playing for me, 'less you want another beating."
"...No..."
Bram thought for a minute he had gone mad. He swiveled his head and looked at her. "...What? What did you say to me, you pathetic speck of life?" he said in a low nasty growl.
"I won't play for you!" she yelled at him. "That girl is right! Why did you have hurt me so badly?! You could have said no, you have the upper hand over me!" She threw the instrument on the ground and continued screaming. "I won't play for you, I won't play for anyone! Not ever, ever. EVER!" She was breathing hard to to catch up with the pain and adrenaline running through her system.
Bram simply stood there with a calm expression and hands behind him. The violin was broken at his feet and the girl was still panting. "...Are you quite finished?" he asked her quietly. She blinked a few times in confusion and was ready to answer him. But when she opened her mouth, he grabbed her forearm and with a quick twist of his wrist, he broke her arm. Bram then roughly dropped her to the ground, her screaming coming in gasps. "Now you can never play," he said as she cradled her arm. "You'll return to your master and be his problem, not mine. Consider yourself lucky... I usually throw useless pieces of trash like you out the window."
He left her in a crumbled pile and left the room. The other slaves around looked up at him in shock and fear and when he had circled the corner, they rushed in the room to help the girl. 'You've lost your touch, Bram,' the voice in his head calmly said. 'She deserved far worse than what you gave. Are you really going to let her live after that tirade?'
"It's not worth my time," he said almost tiredly. He looked out the window and down to the fields. He was briefly reminded of the person that traversed his property and what they had left in his stables. He frowned slightly, realizing he never did find out what was there. But did he care? He was more rattled by how Kiki's words made the girl revolt against him. Perhaps... he would have to rethink favoring her like he had been...
"...No..."
Bram thought for a minute he had gone mad. He swiveled his head and looked at her. "...What? What did you say to me, you pathetic speck of life?" he said in a low nasty growl.
"I won't play for you!" she yelled at him. "That girl is right! Why did you have hurt me so badly?! You could have said no, you have the upper hand over me!" She threw the instrument on the ground and continued screaming. "I won't play for you, I won't play for anyone! Not ever, ever. EVER!" She was breathing hard to to catch up with the pain and adrenaline running through her system.
Bram simply stood there with a calm expression and hands behind him. The violin was broken at his feet and the girl was still panting. "...Are you quite finished?" he asked her quietly. She blinked a few times in confusion and was ready to answer him. But when she opened her mouth, he grabbed her forearm and with a quick twist of his wrist, he broke her arm. Bram then roughly dropped her to the ground, her screaming coming in gasps. "Now you can never play," he said as she cradled her arm. "You'll return to your master and be his problem, not mine. Consider yourself lucky... I usually throw useless pieces of trash like you out the window."
He left her in a crumbled pile and left the room. The other slaves around looked up at him in shock and fear and when he had circled the corner, they rushed in the room to help the girl. 'You've lost your touch, Bram,' the voice in his head calmly said. 'She deserved far worse than what you gave. Are you really going to let her live after that tirade?'
"It's not worth my time," he said almost tiredly. He looked out the window and down to the fields. He was briefly reminded of the person that traversed his property and what they had left in his stables. He frowned slightly, realizing he never did find out what was there. But did he care? He was more rattled by how Kiki's words made the girl revolt against him. Perhaps... he would have to rethink favoring her like he had been...