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Chapter 4 – His Attack and Her Discovery

Merlin didn't understand. He was good, always did as he was told whether he wanted to or not. Why did his father always hurt him? What had he done wrong? Didn't his father love me?

These were the question running through the small five-year old's head, as he sat huddled up in the corner of his room, next to a faded painting of silver unicorns. It was his private place, his protective haven. He always felt safe here, next to the unicorn, like it would protect him from all the pain and hurt. He felt connected to it. It was his. He could feel the bruise forming on his cheek and the aches passing through his whole body.

He heard footstep coming down the hall towards his room he hunched further into himself, curled smaller hoping not to be seen. The footsteps got closer and he started to breathe heavier and the hairs on the back of his neck started to rise. Unnoticed by him the windows started to rattle, and crack, the boxes started to float and the bed was shaking.

Suddenly the door opened wide, and a shadow appeared.

It wasn't his father, but the lovely housekeeper, Alice. She immediately noticed the unusual appearance of the room and the small child huddled on the floor. Rushing over he healed the boy close and stared to rock him, whispering comforting noises in the boy's ear.

"Calm down, honey. No one going to hurt you. You're safe with me. Shhhhhh. Stop your crying sweetie." Alice cooed calmly to the child.

Immediately, Merlin's body language relaxed and he slumped into to Alice's arms. His tears ran dry and his breathing evened.

Merlin buried his face in Alice chest and calmed. Alice could just about make out the mumbling from the child, cuddling close to her. "I'mmmm sooo sorrri. I, I, I, I diddddd't mean to. I'mmmmm Sorrrrrrriiiiiiieeeee."

Alice's heart cracked at the broken apologies coming from this lovely child. She loved this boy in her arms. He was sweet, kind and above all innocent. He didn't deserve the cruelty the world had thrown at him.

"Sweetie, it's not your fault. You have nothing to apologise for. It's perfectly normal for a boy with your talents. You're special." Alice said calmly.

Merlin peered up at her with big, blue eyes. Still shining with tear he was unable to shed. "No, I'm not. I'm a freak. A stupid, dirty freak." He whispered in a low tone, filled with disgust for himself. An emotion that should never he felt by such a young child.

Alice was stunned, horrified. How could such a beautiful child think of himself like that? Who could have-?

"No honey. You're wrong. Who told you that?"

"Father," whispered Merlin slowly, in small voice.

What a disgusting man, thought Alice. To tell a child something like that and make them believe it. It was despicable and downright heartless. She knew Balinor was an angry man, even more so since his wife's death but she had always thought he loved his son deep down. But maybe she was wrong. This wasn't love. She didn't know what it was.

Merlin noticing the look of disgust on Alice's face, recognizing it many time on his father's face when he looked at him, interpreted it wrong. He tried to crawl away from Alice, think she hate him and wanted him away from her.

Alice just held onto him tighter, when he started to struggled. "Stop Merlin, What's wrong?"

Merlin stopped moving and looked at Alice with a look that relayed the deep pain he was feeling at her rejection.

"You hate me. Why wouldn't you. I'd horrid."

"No, sweetie. You've got it all wrong. I don't hate you. Not at all. I love you. You're my favorite person in the world." She smiled kindly at him, trying to let the small child how much she cared for him and would do whatever he could to protect him from all the cruelty in the world.

"You Do?" Merlin said, astonished.

"Of course. You're perfect." Alice hugged him tighter and there they sat quietly for a long time just holding Merlin trying to reassure him of the motherly love she felt for the child.

After what seemed like forever, Merlin started to pull away and for the first time Alice noticed the forming bruised on Merlin's face. She immediately stopped him gently holding his face.

"What happened?" Alice asked calmly, trying to contain her anger know exactly what happened.

"Nothing, Just… It's nothing" said the five-year old quietly.

"Come on, what happened" Alice repeated with a kind smile on her face.

"Father was angry again." Merlin said vaguely not wanting to say tell her the truth.

"Oh. Honey, let me get you something to help." Alice climbed up off the floor and began to walk out of the room.

"Come on then, I can't fix it from there, can I?" Alice called to Merlin in a teasing voice.

Merlin carefully stood up, trying not to show more of his pain to Alice. He loved her like she was his own mother and didn't want to worry her.

Father had told him not to say anything. It was their secret and he wasn't allowed to say anything to Alice. So Merlin couldn't let Alice what really happened to his face.

Flashback

"Come here, Merlin" A voice filtered through the open door of the study.

Slowly and quietly the small five-year old peered inside, seeing his father, sitting at his desk.

"Hi" Merlin said in a small voice playing with his hands nervously. He was never allowed in the study, since he was old enough to walk because he always fell over and broke stuff. The only other place he wasn't allowed to go in the house was his father's bedroom.

"It's ok, boy. Come over here. I need something from you," His father said with a strange smile on his face.

"Like What?" Merlin asked curiously, no matter what he was still as inquisitive as ever, even when he shouldn't be.

"It's a surprise, no get over hear, don't make me come get you because you won't like it." Balinor said angrily, hating that his son was already trying to disobey his command, fighting the gift.

Shakily, Merlin walked towards his father, wondering what he wanted from him. Had he done something wrong? Maybe it was a present? Was it his birthday? He'd never had a birthday before but other kids at school said they were fun, Merlin thought happily. He hoped his father had something nice for him.

When he reached his father, he looked up at him with a happy look on his face.

"Sit up here, Merlin," his father said patting his lap, again with that strange look on his face.

Merlin being unable to stop himself, climbed into his father's lap, still wondering what was happening. Where was this surprise? He didn't see anything close by.

"Now, Merlin you know that I love you and care about you a lot, but your still a freak and need to learn to who's in charge."

Merlin sat, staring wide-eyed at his father, wondering what he meant. He was a freak? What did that mean?

"You need to do everything I tell you do. Do you understand?" Balinor stated calmly.

"I-I" Merlin didn't understand. He didn't know what was going on.

A sharp backhand knocked Merlin's head to the side, almost knocking off his father's lap.

"I said Do. You. Understand?" Balinor gritted out angrily.

Still dazed from the slap. Merlin answered with a quiet "Yes, father."

"Good, Now Open my trouser."

Merlin felt a tingle run through his body, and watched with frightened eyes as his hand moved towards his father's trousers, vaguely noticing the bulge residing there.

"Merlin didn't know what was happening why was his father asking this? What was wrong with his hand?

Merlin's hand unbuckled is father's belt and opened the button on his trousers

"Good Boy, put your hand inside a grab it." Balinor said quietly.

Merlin reached forward and wrapped his small hand around his father. He was so small in comparison to his father he could barely fit his whole hand around him. His father was so big and it frightened him.

Balinor sank further into his chair relaxing as his son worked his member gently. The small hands were soft and felt wonderful on his - . he wondered why he hadn't done this before. His son was beautiful and needed to be control. This was the perfect way. Balinor smiled to himself, gripping his son tighter to him.

As his father's arms closed around his body, Merlin stiffened as the pressure hurt his small form .

Balinor didn't notice his son wince and he relaxed into the pleasure he was receiving

"Good boy, you do this so well, even for being the dirty little freak you are." Balinor stated calmly, purposefully putting Merlin down as it would help to further control his son emotionally as well as physically.

Balinor smiled.

Merlin still didn't understand but he couldn't stop no matter how much he wanted to.

"That's it, now move you hand up and down squeezing as you go. Perfect"

Merlin did what his father said; tears stared to gather in his eyes silently sliding down his cheeks.

"You look beautiful when you cry." Balinor said looking down at his small son in his lap. Smiling, he squeezed his son tighter, pleasure growing in his lower belly, suddenly rutting painfully into his small boy's body.

His father was hurting him and he didn't understand why? This wasn't a fun surprise. He didn't like the pressure against him. It hurt him. More tears fell down his face.

Grunting, Balinor released on to his son's hand and stomach. He was pleased with how well this turned out and would defiantly be doing this again.

Merlin was now leaning heavily on Balinor as pain coursed through his upper body from his father's violent rutting against him.

Grabbing Merlin by his arms, Balinor roughly lift his son further into his lap, forcing him to look his father in the eyes.

"Now, Merlin you need to understand that this is for your own good and that a stupid little freak like you should just shut up and do everything I say. Isn't that right?"

Merlin didn't know what to say he didn't want to do this. It was painful and unpleasant.

When Balinor didn't get an answer he shook Merlin violently, making Merlin's head snap back and forward with the motion

"ANSWER ME!" Balinor shouted angrily at his son, continuing the rough treatment.

Knowing that if he didn't answer he would be in for more pain, Merlin nodded his head quickly.

"Yes," Tears still streaming down his cheeks form both the pain inflicted on his body and the hurt feeling by his father.

"Good, now this will be our little secret and you won't tell Alice or any one at school. Do you understand?" Balinor asked more calmly that before.

Suddenly, Merlin felt that weird tingle run through his body again.

"Yes, father" Merlin answer dejectedly slumping in his father's lap.

"Good. Now get out." Balinor stated calmly, roughly pushing his son of his lap and turning his chair around, his face facing Merlin.

Merlin cried out when his abused body hit the unforgiving wooden floor boards. Shakily he stood up and walked toward the door and quickly as possible wanting to get as far away from his father as possible. He wanted to get somewhere safe.

Suddenly Balinor said "And I look forward to more time together," still at looking at Merlin.

Merlin stopped looking at the floor and tears dripped on to the floor.

"Get. Out. Freak."

Merlin glanced at his father, then look of running towards his safe place, wanting to escape this monster.

Merlin didn't want that to happen again, but he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. He had to do what his father said, no matter what.

He followed Alice, down the stairs to the kitchen. When they entered the kitchen, Alice bent down and picked up Merlin placing him on the counter.

"We'll get you all fix up not to worry, sweetie," Alice smiled at Merlin, trying to cheer him up.

She opened the draw and pulled out the first aid box. She opened the box and pulled out a small tub of cream.

Merlin started t fidget o the counter top. He was uncomfortable sitting there, causing pressure on his bum and upper thighs, which was a painful area from his father's encounter that afternoon.

"Stop moving honey, you might fall if you're not careful," Alice said motherly.

Merlin felt the strange tinge and immediately stopped moving. He didn't understand what was this strange tingle? And what did it mean?

Alice started to apply the cream on to Merlin's face.

"Alice," Merlin asked hesitantly.

"Yes, Merlin," Alice replied, wanting to know what was wrong.

"…" Merlin sat their silently, worried.

"Go on Merlin, there's nothing to worry about, you're safe here," Alice smiled at Merlin kindly.

Merlin shifted nervously "When asked to do something, do you get like a weird tingle?"

"What do you mean?" Alice asked confused.

"Well, I always get this weird tingle when I'm asked to do something, and then do it what I'm told. Does this happen to you?"

Alice was seriously confused. Merlin was asking some strange questions. Alice thought that maybe something was wrong with Merlin. This strange tinge seemed like a symptom for something. Maybe a spell, as the symptoms points to it.

"No sweetie, but I'm going to find out what's wrong," Alice said calmly to Merlin, trying not to freak him out.

"Ok," Merlin said quietly.

Once finished applying the cream to Merlin's face, Alice lifted him off the counter and set him on the floor next to her.

"Now, go and play upstairs, and be careful." Alice stated calmly.

The strange tingle happened again as he started to walk again.

"Merlin, wait. Did you feel it again, when I told you to go upstairs?" Alice asked.

"Yes, Alice," Merlin replied nervously.

"Ok, honey, you can go. And can you let me know if it happens again ok, Merlin,"

"Yes, Alice," Merlin replied and headed off to his room to play.

Alice stood there a while confused and gradually getting angry. She knew that Balinor must have something to do with this and she was going to find out what he had done to her precious boy.

She stormed out of the kitchen, ready to face her employer.

Balinor was sitting in his office, working on his plans. When suddenly the door opened, and Alice stormed in angrily, with a look of pure fury on her face.

"What did you do to Merlin?" Alice shouted angrily.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," stated /Balinor confidently, trying not to seem guilty. He knew Merlin wouldn't have said anything because he couldn't, but he still worried.

"Yes, you do, I've seen the signs of what you've done to him."

Now Balinor was definitely nervous. How could she know, he hadn't left any unusual bruises on his son and Merlin can't say anything. Where had he given himself away?

"What symptoms? Have you given my son some sort of illness with our cooking?" Balinor denied.

"Of course not, you're placing some sort of spell on your son. He told me about the tinge when anyone tells him to do something. And he has to do it. Is this how you're controlling your son?" Alice replied in anger.

Balinor smiled to himself, so it had finally come to this. He had planned for this year's ago, thinking that Alice was smarter. He had expected this and would improve his plans for Merlin.

Alice saw the smirk on Balinor's face and it frightened her. She knew he had plans for Merlin and that it would not end well.

"Well, you see Alice, Merlin has a gift. And I'm using it to my full advantage," Balinor with a frighteningly dark tone, slowly rising out of his desk chair and advancing towards Alice threatening.

"What do you mean? What kind of gift?" Alice said, frightened of the advancing Balinor.

"His gift is control. He does everything anyone tells him to. He can't stop himself. As for what I mean, I will have the perfect son", Balinor said closing in on Alice, leaning into her personal space, staring into her frightened eyes.

"His power will be mine to control and he will obey everything I say and you will not get in the way. Do you understand?" Balinor said scarily.

"Yyyyess," Alice stuttered. She was scared and didn't want any part of his plan.

"And I hope you realize that I will do whatever I have to make sure that it happens. If you do get in the way, I won't be responsible for my actions."

Leaning in close to her ear, "He is mine, you can care for him and apply cream to all his little bruises, comfort him when he cries, but in the end the result will be the same. The control is mine and so is he." Balinor whispered threateningly.

"Now, get out," Balinor stated calmly, dismissing Alice in the same way he did Merlin earlier.

Alice hovered nervously, wanting to ask.

"What is it?" Balinor asked, facing Alice.

"What are your plans, for Merlin?" wondering how she could prevent this from happening to her precious baby.

"You'll find out, and don't think of trying to stop me, you will regret it," He said, relaxed and confident. He knew she wouldn't get anywhere with stopping him. He had all the power.

"I understand," Alice replied, walking toward the down in a polite manner.

She opened the door, closing the door quietly behind her and walking down the hall towards Merlin's room, feeling, depressed knowing there was nothing she could do to protect Merlin from his father, but care for him as long as possible.

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