<div style="text-align: justify;">Rimion's smile turned to a face of great concern, the ruler falling from Max's hands, the metal clanging as it fell onto the cold floor. Max was so enthusiastic to punish him, and now he stood before Rimion like a statue, as if his power to move was taken from him. It was as his words had become a blizzard, freezing both body and mind in place. "Master... Say something. You're starting to scare me." He thought to himself, hoping he hadn't said something he should not have. <br/><br/>As Max released the chain from the hook, he merely ordered him to clean up the room before leaving so abruptly. "This might be much for him to take in... I think I'll leave him alone for now." Rimion made a smile once again, picking up the cat of nine tails and the ruler from the floor, placing them back in their respective areas on the wall. He then turned to his blood. Countless splotches of vibrant red collected in the space Rimion, the movements of his feet as Max beat clear in the work. But such work would be left for the eyes of history as Rimion scrubbed over the bloody and sweaty work with a sponge from the bucket. The blood mixing with the water as Rimion wringed out the sponge, the water resembling blood itself. He dumped the bloody water down into the sink, closing the door after himself with his ruined clothes in hand.</div>