Trigger Warning: Rape and Pedophilia
First there were screams; yelling, and sobs as drunken hands trailed down the soft exposed flesh of his torso and near to the latches of his final defense against the man- the monster above him whose tongue- far too large for his mouth- prodded and searched his sticky, wet cavern against his lips painted red for that mans liking.
He cried- yet there was no one to stop short clipped finger nails from extending their reaches to his lowered trousers and lengthening his greedy grasp around his small scrotum. The man moaned, and panted-finding Alfred's desperate mewls and wanton movements to his liking and let the low chuckles like thunder boom from his throat with hanging salvia that threatened to drip upon Alfred's face to match the running white substance which clung to his chin and lips and sat, even then still, heavily in his stomach after having been demanded to suck on his knees the engorged erection of the man who towered over his small, trembling, form and spoke.
"No need to panic. I'll take care of you." His voice like melted honey dripped sweetly across the child's ears too sweet for Alfred's own taste and forced his near empty stomach to twist in a reminder that this man was not as sweet as Alfred had thought but cruel, bitter, and salty as the sea. An embodiment of the ocean, that is what he claimed and that is what he was.
"Please..." Alfred's breath hitched in back of his throat still raw from its abuse and back arched after a surge of pain which pierced his backside entrance. "Please stop!"
He cried for this to end and for his actions to stop-but he did not. The monster hadn't stopped; his large fingers coated white and warm pushed inside him and despite his screams and calls for mercy the rough pumps continued harder and deeper still till Alfred could feel his head slam against the headboard with the forceful push of his body again and again. The second finger was added, stretching him far beyond his own limits or so he thought because when the fingers slid away, leaving room for Alfred to breath for a single moment, the dripping cock of the man above him took their place all too soon and pounded into him rougher still.
His accented voice moaned louder than the cries of Alfred's red throat as he fucked him well into the darkness of the night-filling his stretched pink hole white with his essence with several moans louder than the others and though he walked away from him-Alfred was unable to sleep; his ten year old mind unable to register the events which had unfolded and continued to lay still and stare into the pale moonlit dock which grew bright with reds and oranges and glittered above the monstrous boats and single risen sail with a flag as black as the night.
For a moment he stared; memorizing the devils grin and unholy cross which imprinted itself upon it. Careful enough to draw it over in its mind days, months, and years after with the exact precision of the gun he taught himself to use as he waited with a building wrath.
Ten years; he set never to forget that sail, that night, or the name of the monster who took him, the name he knew well but never dared to speak out loud till the day he would wake again and find that flag waving in the port outside his window and he could sit unshaken by the arrival of the pirates.
Ten years he waited for his vengeance and finally his era had come, and it was time to kill Arthur Kirkland.