Darkness. Darkness. Darkness. Darkness coils its implacable fingers around me. I am ever ensnared by it. Its dark blades pierce me to the core. I can feel them. Drawing out every last drop of warm blood, slowly. Even so, I choose this.
Alois pov
Its really happening, isn't it? Its all to real now. Those bumps in the road, the quiet muttering of our drivers. We all stay silent. Whats speaking going to solve? Nothing that's what. Absolutely nothing. We know where we're going. It's almost laughable actually. Cart after cart of young boys who should still be playing with old toys, being carted off as a present to be some sick mans play thing. His toy. Is'nt he to old for toys? It doesn't matter. All we know is every last drop of our purity and innocence is going to be snatched away from us like it was nothing. But what could we do to fight against it? We're tiny- I'm tiny compared to the men that surround us. Why the guns though? We cant do anything. We're a small rabbit surrounded by hunters. We're supposed to be running free, but here we are, not feeling. There is nothing we can do. I'll escape, defiantly, but where to go after? I'll die if I stay and I'll die if I don't.
The large metal gates where opened and I risked glancing upwards. With its many windows, men guarding the entrance, all with the deadly weapons, and the grand, high walls it was hard not to stare in awe. I looked at the other boys and saw a few failing, their mouths gaping open and their eyes wide. They say that eyes are the window to the soul, and if that's true, then just looking at them, I know they will be the first ones to break. To die. Idiots. They stare in wonder, but when will they relies that's this place is not our home? It will never be our home. This is our prison, where our sentence will never end. The price being our bodies, our freedom being death. There is no justice in this world.
The cart wall was let down and we were forced to stand. I achingly followed the line of boys and kept my head facing forwards. They wont know how scared I am. I wont give them that satisfaction. We walked inside, emotionless, and were lined up in rows. All kinds of maids ran out, all choosing one boy and stripping him down before quickly moving onto the next. One stopped in front of me and it took all I could not to spit in her face. She tugged on my shirt and I raised my arms. It was pulled over my head and she dropped it behind her. Her hand then started pulling on my trousers and I stared at her, silently pleading for her not to. She must have understood because she shook her head sadly. The maid pulled them down quickly and then stepped back to allow my space to finish. Hastily, I stepped out of them and kicked them onto my small pile of clothes. She smiled slightly and moved onto the next boy. How dare she?! Strip me of my dignity and then smile at me?! My fist clenched and I struggled to calm myself down. Being angry wont help me now, will it?
Again, we were forced to walk town a corridor, none of us daring to make a sound. Its like the cart journey all over again. Except.. which one is worse? We all knew where we were going then, but now, whats through that door? Its a man, we know that, and we know what he wants.. but.. are we going to die right away? I don't know.
Slowly, the wooden door was opened and we were forced inside. It was a very grand room, with red and gold covering the walls and floor. The carpet was soft on our feet, but we couldn't feel welcomed or comfortable. Even though the room was warm, it couldn't feel homely. Sat in the 'throne' was probably the most disgusting man I had ever seen. A swollen nose, wrinkly skin, long white hair, covered in sores and dressed like he owned the place. Earl Trancy. Trying not to gag, I stared forwards and watched as the line moved. We are just for show, for that sick pervert's pleasure, not worth the air in our lungs, no identity. No nothing.
A cold hand was pushed me forward, causing me to nearly fall over. I quickly regained my balance and watched the Earl motion me closer. Not wanting to get closer than I had to, I took one step forward and glared. He needed to know what I thought of him. Disgusting, revolting, sick, ugly, useless, waist of air, PERVERT.
The Earl stood up and I felt a pain in my chest, his walking stick held up. The force made me fall back, crushing my arm. "Ah.." Didnt like that, did you old man? I heard the man start to stand so I tensed up, preparing for the beating. Just like old times. "Your eyes look dirty!" He moved his head away, disgusted with me. "They're the same colour as rust stuck on a filthy drainpipe!" I heard his footsteps move closer and winced. Here it comes. The force in the strike was sure to leave a bruise, and I curled up around the wound in a vain attempt to protect myself. Another hit in the chest, them my fore head. Not strong enough to kill me, but strong enough to hurt like hell. "Next!"