Have you ever flown? The answer is surely no—no human truly flies like a bird. We always rely on machines. Yet, this time, I felt as though I was flying. I didn't know where my body was, but I felt weightless, floating. Sometimes, I felt the air rushing around me. Other times, I felt a wave of dizziness, as if I were intoxicated.
Despite that, I felt incredibly comfortable. I truly didn't want to open my eyes ever again. But then, I felt a tickle. And my ears caught a sound I despised: laughter.
"Damn! What if he dies?" Amidst the laughter, I heard a question.
Did nothing actually happen to me? Did that blow only knock me unconscious? But I clearly remembered my body being thrown down to the ground floor of that building.
"That's your fault! You were the one who recklessly put him on that wild horse!" Another voice asserted, blaming the first speaker for my current state.
The comforting sensation of floating vanished. Now, I could feel my entire body aching. Every single joint throbbed with a horrific pulse. Though I wanted to open my eyes to peek at what was happening, I couldn't.
"Do something, you idiot! The adults will be here soon, and if they see this bastard in this state, we're in deep trouble!" That was a different voice, completely unlike the first two.
Because of that final warning, the bickering stopped instantly.
It wasn't clear what they planned to do next, as I could only hear them whispering. Suddenly, I felt myself floating again, but this time, it was accompanied by searing pain.
"Hide the bastard here. If he's still alive, he'll wake up soon. If he's dead, the servants will find his corpse in a few days when they clean the room. By then, they won't be able to blame us, even if the adults know we did it!"
Cruel. That was my immediate thought. Next, I felt an excruciating jolt of pain as my body was heartlessly tossed aside.
That pain was what finally forced my eyes open. However, the people who had treated me so cruelly were already at the door, leaving. They seemed to feel no remorse whatsoever for treating me like an animal.
"Wh-where am I?" I tried to heave my body up with all my strength until I could sit.
My head pounded. My entire body hurt. Even my throat ached, and I didn't even recognize my own voice. They must have beaten me severely.
My surroundings were completely foreign. I never knew a place like this existed in the old building where I was beaten. That building was clearly unfinished.
This room looked like a storage area filled with old chairs, cabinets, and even cracked vases that appeared very expensive. There were also paintings of people I didn't recognize.
I shifted slightly, intending to stand. That's when I realized I wasn't wearing the jeans I had on when I left. These clothes were strange.
There was a knock on the door, and someone whispered, "Young Master... are you in there, Young Master?"
Master? Who are they calling Master? Is there someone else in here besides me?