Master unstraps him from his chair and, hoisting him over a shoulder, carries him into the other room. The one for p0nies. There wasn't any way to keep him alive and keep the secret but this. Just keep reminding yourself that, and hope that Opal, not David, forgives you.
Forgives you? No. Forgives him. You wheel around to face the still-gagged other occupant.
"Charlie? Was that it? I'm going to guess that a guy like you doesn't have many friends. Well, I hope you know that this is your fault. David, soon to be Opal, is only here because you brought him."
He's just staring at you. There's a dose of apprehension in his eyes, but behind them you can see that cold hunger still burning. Even now, he's thinking of all the ways he'd like to be able to break you. No remorse, no pity.
"You sick bastard. I don't know what my Master is going to do with you, but I hope it gives you some fucking empathy."
"Leave him, Zephyr. We'll make sure his friend turns out alright before starting on this one."
You do as you're told, of course, but after Master helps you back up the stairs all you want to do is flop back down on the couch and feel shitty. You just helped scare a person out of his wits before putting him through something that was already horrendously traumatic! Master, however, carries you up the next flight of stairs as well, before setting you down and running a bath. While the tub fills, you decide to voice your concerns.
"Master... Did we have to be so mean?"
"I was angry. Autumn was traumatized, I was concussed, and you almost died. I just assumed they were both equally horrendous. I'll apologize to Opal when she wakes up. Is alright to be mad at the fat one?"