"No! Don't let him get me in there!" The little boy yelled, holding his hand out for me to grasp it. Did I? …No. I just stood there, curiosity building up inside me, and watched Master Alexis drag young Cain to his chambers. What was going on?
"No calls, please, Riff." Master Alexis stated with a smile emerged across his face. He crept the door shut, mistakenly leaving it cracked open. The curious side of me pleaded me to go up to the door, but the loyal employee side reminded me to keep my nose out of it. I ignored my curiousness, and turned away. As I began to march down the foyer, something caught my attention. It was a murderous scream, appearing from Master Cain's bed chamber. What was really going on in there?
"Ahh! Father! Father, please! I'll be a good boy! I'll be good! I promise!" The screech came again. I eased my way to the cracked door, and peered inside the room. "Father! Please Stop!" The young boy cried.
"The more you beg, son, the more you get! You selfish little bitch!" Master Alexis yelled. He cracked the whip onto the boy's bare back. Young Cain groveled on the floor, trying to hide away from the whip. He looked up, and I could see the suffering in his green, golden flaked eyes. Tears crashed down to the floor, where rose petals sat. His body quivered as Sir Alexis began to lift the whip back up over his head. The man showed no mercy to the boy bleeding helplessly on the floor.
"Mmm!" The young boy moaned, holding back the horrifying screams.
"Cain…this…is…for…your…own…good!" Master Alexis affirmed between the piercing whips. My legs grew numb, and I wanted so badly to run away from the awful sight, but couldn't move at all. Young Cain laid there, bare and taunted by an old whip that was in his father's hand. His tiny body was red, as were his eyes that surrounded the demoniac green-golden iris. His lower lip grew a tone of white, as he gnawed on it. He grabbed onto the hardwood floor with his nails, trying to crawl away. Master Alexis tightly seized each one of the boy's ankles, and hauled them up. "Where the hell do you think you're going?!" Master Alexis hissed through his teeth. He jerked his innocent son backwards.
"Father… please." Sir Cain whispered weakly. His father just answered with a wicked smile. He flipped his son back onto his stomach. The blood on his bare back was smeared, and was constantly oozing out. The cruel man took out his pipe and began to smoke it. He let his son lay there for a couple of minutes, and then initiated back to whipping him. Sir Cain's blood flickered here and there, and began to attach to the nearest wall.
"There you go son. God may forgive you now." Master Alexis said calmly. He stepped over the worn body, and slowly paced to the door. I ran away from the hall before my Lord could come out to see my over-hearing. I began to walk casually, as if I knew nothing. Just pretend nothing ever happened. I switched directions and calmly walked up the hall where the whippings were just held.
"Riff." Sir Alexis greeted with a blank expression drawn over his malevolence smirk.
"Sir." I greeted back with a cheerful tone. He passed me, holding his hands behind his back. I didn't rush to the poor lad right in front of his father. But as soon as he turned the corner I ran straight to him.
"You're gonna be ok." I promised the scarred young master. He climbed into my arms, and rested his head on my shoulder. He gently closed his eyes as I carried him to my bedroom. As we entered my chambers, I softly kissed his forehead, and lied him down on my bed to sleep.
"I am sorry." I mumbled as I left the room.