[Munch's Master]

Rejoice! Rejoice my readers! It has been over a month since a chapter, but here it is, the long awaited (By some, hopefully) and thought to never happen chapter 10!
'Tis a bit short, and not my best chapter, mostly talking, but it sets the scene for the next chapter, which i promise will be lengthier and more interesting. And will feature a teensy bit of violence. Enjoy chapter 10 for now thuogh, chap. 11 will eventually arrive.
Chapter 10: Sentencing and Surprises

Vykker Murphy was the model Vykker. At least, the model Vykker in Industrialist eyes. He was grouchy, overly cruel, selfish, short-tempered, greedy, callous and profit-crazed. Again, the perfect role mode for any young Vykker. His appearance was pretty much of the standard Vykker, purple, a bit shorter and fatter than most, and wearing undersized spectacles. And today, Larry was going to get a punishment courtesy of him.
“Better behave good and act however he wants. I can’t afford to severe a sentence.”

Larry entered the Vykker’s office in pain, still sore from his mauled leg and obviously agonized by the bullets. The two Sligs threw him into the hard metal chair before Murphy’s desk, strapped his wrists down and tied his legs to the chair legs, then one moved to guard the door while the other moved to guard the Vykker, who had just risen from his chair and was peering at Larry with a malicious smile upon his face.
“Ah, the infamous escape artist Larry. Well, I cannot deny I have been anticipating sentencing you to something for some time. Now, I believe the usual punishment for two escape attempts is to have both of your legs broken, but one already is so, I may need to rethink.”

The Vykker sat back in his chair and turned it around, facing away from Larry; who currently was feeling a strong urge to tear the Vykker limb from limb, but obviously couldn’t in his current state. He kept his face looking fearful and tortured however, so that there would be no reason for the Sligs to further beat him.
‘Not that that ever stops them.’ He thought worriedly.
One of the Sligs had moved towards Murphy, asking about the punishment
“Err, sir? I were wondering, could you give him to us as clubbing and training practice? Cause I’d love ter beat the lil’ whelp up a bit.”
The Vykker turned to look the Slig in the eye, who shifted under his gaze
“No, oh no no no my silly little Slig. You see, this pest has been a great deal of trouble for us in Management, so I think he deserves a more, lasting punishment.”

‘That can’t be good.’ Larry thought ,as Murphy swivelled back in his seat to face Larry, and then stood again, scuttled around the desk, and bent down to whisper in Larry’s ear
“I know how many times you have tried to escape, you little piece of vermin, and believe me, it only takes one word to make Boss Godrar stick you in the grinder, but I’m keeping you around for now so as to crush slave morale each time you try and escape. So, I wouldn’t advise another escape, or I may just let something slip in one of the Directors’ conferences.”
Larry shivered, he knew he’d have to be very careful from now on. It looked as though he truly was unable to try and get out from now on.

Murphy returned to behind his desk, with another of his evil grins on his face.
“But enough talking of the future, now I must decide your punishment. And I think it should be I who carries it out. Well, for some time now, the few Vykkers here have been trying to develop a serum which prevents meat from going off, by numbing it, cooling the blood and basically draining all nutrition from the meat temporarily, so that no bacteria east it, and it doesn’t rot, and it can be stored for as long as we wish without the need of salting. It has to be temporary, as flavourless, useless lumps of cold meat would not sell. Now, we believe we have developed a formula to do this, but I personally do not wish to test it on our produce. So, I will test it on you. I don’t wish you to die, as a lost worker requires expenses to be paid to replace you, so you will probably survive the testing. But believe me; you will probably have some after-effects for some time after, which will hopefully teach you to NOT WASTE OUR TIME BY ESCAPING. Now, Sligs, remove the slave from his chair and bring him to the product testing laboratory, and we can begin.”
He then turned back to Larry as he was hauled out of the chair
“Oh, and believe me slave, it won’t hurt a bit. At least, not until I give you the injection!”
Larry shivered, terrified, as Murphy laughed sadistically and exited, the Sligs frogmarching him out straight after the Vykker.
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