He had made Mister Andras angry, Ezra could see that now. The human was practically snarling at him, his handsome face and beautiful mouth twisted into a look of utter disdain as he hissed at the trembling pet. Ezra was frightened; Reis had yelled at him before but it was out of irritation and frustration. This was something else.<br/><br/><i>"Shut up."</i><br/><br/>Ezra's face fell, and his light gray eyes went wide. "Mister?" he muttered, his voice delicate and wary. Andras threatened him with another night in the cage--and something even<i>worse</i>... what could be worse?--and the Asha could feel the fiery flames of fear lick at his limbs. The human was furious, and Ezra felt his entire body shake as he was chastised for not doing what he wanted. Andras was a guest in his master's home, but he was not his master! Why would Andras insist on making him do something that went against what Reis wanted? It didn't make sense to Ezra, and the Asha was left befuddled and lost.<i>If I do what he wants, maybe Master will understand. I can explain. But no, no, Master would be unhappy! I don't want to make him unhappy ever again.</i><br/><br/>Ezra squealed as fingers wrapped around his ankle and dragged him violently out from underneath the desk. His body slid uncomfortably against the floor, skin pulling and burning before Andras had let him go. The young creature sniffled and sat up, getting onto his knees in a kneeling position in front of Andras as the human insulted him further. "A bad Asha? No, no Mister Andras, I'm a good, I can be a good Asha! Please, do not tell master I was bad. I don't want to go in the cage." But Andras didn't seem to be listening to his quiet pleas. The two had made a mess with Ezra scurrying and Andras pulling him across the floor. Wax was all over the hardwood, something Ezra didn't know how to properly clean, and furniture had been disrupted. Reis would be furious.<br/><br/>A hard hand again, grabbing at Ezra's naked body. The Asha complied without fighting, unsure where Andras was making him go now, but that confusion only lasted seconds before Ezra understood what the human had planned. Perhaps he should have fought, maybe that would have kept him from getting burned, but he had allowed Andras to drag him and now his flesh was being seared by the red hot coals that had been pulled from the fireplace and the stoked flames Yhet had made for him when the Asha said he was cold. Ezra screamed, his soft voice becoming high-pitched and glass shattering even underneath Andras' forceful hand. His skin sizzled as it was smashed against the hot coals. Andras released him, and the creature rolled over, crying  into his arm as he lay on the floor.<br/><br/>The human spoke again, and Ezra forced himself to look up, black inky streaks on his face. "What?" he said, dumbfounded, not understanding what Andras was implying as the human dressed himself. "But I... I didn't do anything," he cried, crawling across the floor, skin hissing from the heat. He huddled against the bed, terrified of Andras, of the pain, of Reis' anger and the cage. "I'm not a danger. I didn't... I didn't mean to be a bad Asha," he whimpered. "Please, please Mister Andras, I am a good boy. I am a good Asha. Please don't tell Master I was bad."