Bastion had set aside in order to just go and visit with the slaves. He felt good to know that these bodies that were kept contained within this area had come to be produced by him. He had heard that the male still had issues following orders and so Bastion felt compelled to remedy that. He had thought that after what he had already put the male through he wouldn't act up so much. But clearly the larger male still hadn't gotten it through his head yet. Well Bastion certainly had the time to give him a further lesson. The childlike male felt compelled to make certain that the slave behaved. He felt that since he had made the capture that it reflected upon him. Well, he refused to allow his slaves to behave in such a way. Just look at Twilight and how obedient that she was. She was so eager and willing to please. That was the sort of slaves that Bastion produced.
As Bastion entered the area his sister came up to him. He smiled down at the lupus shifted female and gave a gentle pat to her head. He wasn't upset with her and so he wasn't opposed to showing a bit of affection to allow her to know that she wasn't in trouble. He hadn't come to deal with her because she hadn't given him a bad name. The male was already short but still he knelt down and used both clawed hands to scratch at the sides of Twilight's neck as one might do with a pet. "Where he at?" He didn't have to elaborate or even give a name for his sister to know who it was that was wanted. While she was enjoying the rare moment of attention and affection she knew that Bastion wasn't of the patient sort. Because of that she pulled away and walked with her head bowed to lead to where Darijus was located.
Once Basti spotted the sleeping male he gave a nod to his sister, a sign of dismissal. In silence the boy approached the sleeping giant and stepped down upon his throat to force the slave awake through means of suffocation. "Told you what happen." He continued with his clipped away of speaking. Certainly the slave wasn't so dense to not remember Bastion's warnings. The feminine looking boy did not accept disobedience. One would think that the slave would learn since a good portion of his mutilations had come from Bastion alone. "Stay still." The boy instructed as the male struggled beneath his slight weight. It was clearly obviously that Bastion was out matched on the physical front. No doubt too much struggling would have Bastion dislodged and would once again give the large male the upper hand. That certainly wasn't something that Basti could have happening. He needed to keep the advantage that he already had. It was points like this that he wished to have his puppy around to take care of restraints for him.
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