Emrys was unable to stop the cries that left his lips at the last two strikes to his skin, no longer able to hold himself up and collapsing to the floor as he heard the belt being tossed away. The worst though was hearing Mir say that he didn't matter. That hurt the boy far worse than any beating his master could give. What then had been the point of them talking, of this afternoon before it got shot to hell?
He had been been saddened to see that he was being denied a journal, especially for something he hadn't even done, but that was overshadowed by a sudden rage that filled the boy as the werewolf implied that his former Master hadn't taught him properly. He had to bite down on his cheek hard enough to draw blood to keep from lashing out again with something he would regret.
"I understand Master" he hissed out before standing up. He probably should have waited another moment or two before moving but he had to get out of there. He didn't want to be around the other man anymore. Leaving his clothing where they lie, he limped out of the music room and up to the bedroom to gather his things to take to the spare room. Once there he collapsed on the bed and buried his face into the pillow as to muffle the angry and broken sobs that wrenched their way out