Kakavasha didn't mean to kill him. He swears he didn't. He acted out of self defense. He's dealt with all of the abuse before, so why did he act out this time?

Why was he being punished for trying to save himself the humiliation?

Master was pissed. Threw him in a filthy cage, fit for a goddamn animal. All Kakavasha wanted to do was not let that strange man touch him. Why the hell was he suffering? He understood he killed the man...but that man touched him. That man tried to do unspeakable things. But, everyone did. Everyone did. He was passed around like some stupid toy. It made him sick, but it's what he was used to.

He wasn't even given new rags. Stuck in the stained rags. Not even a bath... or a hair wash? Nothing. He doesn't get any nice treatment. And he could only shiver at the upcoming treatment he'd probably get.

You heard rumors about a guy who kept someone as...their own. It was sickening. So as a detective, you had to investigate. Thank god for makeup, you were able to disguise yourself as a guard or worker or something.

And you actually snuck past the man in the flesh, walking down into some mysterious room. Your heart twisted at the sight in front of you.

Isolated by himself...how humiliating. His mind did nothing but talk down on himself. Master's words always rang in his head. He was of no use if his body wasn't used. He hated thinking like that. It made him sick. He's a person...like anyone else. Was wasn't he treated like one?

Kakavasha silently cried, knees pulled to his chest. He learned how to cry without making lots of noise- as long as he wasn't fully sobbing. If he made noise, he'd get in a lot of trouble. He couldn't handle anymore torture, he really couldn't. He didn't notice you entered the room, and saw his pathetic body.