Chapter 76: There is always room for improvement
The scent grew stronger, and the sobbing grew even more pathetic.
"N-No! Anything but that! Please! I-I would rather have my bones broken then have the Lord make a mess of me!" The man begged, pleading for his life and Cass yanked his head back further. He sobbed louder, snot and tears running down his face. "Please! I beg you! I am sorry my lord! Forgive me for my crimes!" He was a mess, and Cass had barely touched him.
What a weak fucking man. Cass released him, getting to his feet with open disgust and Byron moved forward, offering him a handkerchief. Cass took it, wiping his hand that he had used to touch the other man before he raised his leg, and aggressively pushed the man over. He fell over in a sobbing, urine-stained, mess.
"Fine, if you’re crying so much, I will have Sir Forsythe take over the duty of disciplining you. Sir Forsythe, tie him up in the yard for the others to see and whip him until he passes out. Have someone stand guard, as we don’t want him dying, but once he wakes, lash him again. Do this for a full day, and once that is done have all of his possessions stripped from him and kicked off of the property. I will be kind enough and leave you some ointment and bandages to wrap yourself in." Cass sneered, standing over the man as Cass practically read him a death sentence. "Let us hope that a god takes pity on you, since I will not. You don’t even know the weight of your crimes, do you?" Cass could feel the anger taking over again, but when he saw the pure terror in the man’s expression, he didn’t dim it.
"Please, my Lord, s-show some leniency. H-Have I not served you since you were a child?" Cass laughed, tossing his head back as the cruel laughter left his lips.
He could feel his body begin to shake, his hands trembling as suppressed anger, rage and bitterness filled him.
"So that was you serving me? Or should I forget the time you had an archer shoot the leg of a horse I was riding and had a connection to so that it had to be put down? Or the time that you put a mouse in the stables knowing that the horse I was going to ride was afraid of rodents? Or about the time you spooked a horse I was riding and I nearly fell off a cliff and died? All of these things happened while I was a child, and those are only a few of your crimes from that time." Cass didn’t think that Lord Blackburn was speaking through him, but the memories were flooding back as he spoke. His lips were moving, the anger real, and sat like bile in his throat.
Cass felt like he was choking on the emotions that were flooding his body. The feelings that Lord Blackburn had no doubt sealed away so that he could remain normal, remain sane, remain alive, were breaking free as he had this man cowering before him. Cass fucking hoped that his eyes glowed bright red, just to prove how villainous he could truly be.
The stablebitch was palling by the second as Cass narrowed his eyes at him.
"The only reason I took you in was to gain a benefit from my grandfather. You are no longer needed, nor tolerated for your bad behaviour. It is a kindness that I am not chopping your limbs off as I stated before. People have had their limbs cut off for far less than what you have done." Cass snarled, and the man’s eyes rolled back in his head as he fainted.
"Fuck!" Cass exclaimed, turning and kicking his desk. That wasn’t what he wanted to happen, and Sir Forsythe sighed.