The first spark
Milo’s POV
It's been a while since, master left for the meeting.
I had not moved away from the bed since he left. I sat on the bed, just staring into space for hours now, my legs swinging down from the bed.
The room was quiet. The kind of quiet that felt like a vacuum, sucking every little piece of me into a hollow space I didn’t know how to crawl out from.
Every time I closed my eyes, it was like I was transported back to the time of the arena. The sound of the whip, the screams and the taunting of the people seated at the stands continued to play in my head on repeat on and on, like a time loop cycle. I would still flinch unconsciously every time there was a sudden sound.
My heart was still sore, like something that was broken, then roughly stitched back, barely hol
