"Tell me boy…" Eudes started as he put back his patched trousers. "There're few patients of your age here. What is your madness? Melancholia?"
Maybe it was since Gaston hadn't moved an inch and kept staring into space with empty dried eyes. His body was sullied again. His lower parts were sticky and aching again. He wished for all this damnation to end. But he could do nothing. And he deserved it. It was his punishment for…
"Sodomy by any chance?" Eudes lewdly implied. "If so, it'd be such a wonderful coincidence."
Gaston replied nothing. He was too busy staring blankly at the ceiling and wondering why he was still alive.
"Silly me, of course it's sodomy. Why would you give yourself so easily to me, then? You don't say it but I know you like my special treats." Eudes smirked before he laid down on the young boy's soiled body. "Say you like it." He ordered as he began to run his repulsive tongue over Gaston's chest.
It brought the Duhamel son back to conscience. No. No! He didn't like it! At all! It made him want to throw up! But he was a sodomite, wasn't he? His father could never be mistaken on such a serious matter. He could never be mistaken at all! But the fact was Gaston was disgusted and frighten as hell in this asylum, all the more when men like Eudes roamed around! But again, if he felt fear, he was no real man and so a sodomite, right? His father and all of the village's boys couldn't be all wrong!
All of the boys, except for one: Jacques.
A surge of warm feelings took over the cold boy's heart. Merde. Gaston still felt that sinful, dirty affection for his petite crêpe. And still called him this stupid sissy name. He really was a sodomite. But what Eudes did to him really appalled him! Maybe he wasn't after all. Now he was thinking about it –thinking helped to get over the desecration of his body- he didn't remember to have felt that way with any other boy than Jacques. He sometimes did with a few girls but no boy! Oh mon Dieu, everything was so clear now! Gaston caught a glimpse of the knife Eudes held in his rope belt –a knife he sometimes used on him to make things more 'exciting'. He slowly raised his arm and grabbed the belt.
"Oh! What's that, little boy? I told you you'll come to like it." Eudes moaned.
Gaston was careful not to take his hand away out of disgust. He managed to untie the rope and catch the knife.
"So, you want a second round, huh?"
Instead of answering, Gaston tightened his grip on the weapon and jabbed it into Eudes' side with all his strength.
"Ouch! What was that, you little cock shit?" The molester spat as Gaston stuck it off and stepped back. "Aaargh! You little bitch!" Eudes yelled as he put his hand on the bleeding wound.
Gaston panted and burst into silent tears. He cried his eyes out but kept his mouth shut. He wasn't a disgusting sodomite at all! He liked girls! He was the son of a famous soldier and a hunter! And fear just was a way to fuel rage. How convenient, a burning rage was boiling inside of Gaston. It was all Jacques' fault! This short jackass had inspired him unholy and criminal feelings. Jacques hid his true nature really well under his mask of clumsiness and faked innocence. Gaston had been such a fool! Jacques was or would grow into a man like Eudes. A man not that innocent anymore and craving for sinful and beastly acts. And Gaston had cried and felt sorry for that sodomite wannabe!
I understand now, Father.
Duhamel taught him rage was the best feeling for a soldier, for a hunter and for a man. Gaston overflew with rage right now. Indeed, he felt like he could punch or kill anything. Even a grown man twice his height. A grim smirk crept along the thirteen years old boy's face.
"I'll fucking rape your ass off, petite salope!" Eudes roared again.
Gaston started to shiver and put both his hand on the knife.
"I'll kill you…" He whispered.
"What did you say, little shit?"
"I'll… I'll kill you!" He screamed before he rushed at Eudes' stomach to stab it. He took care of thrusting it the deepest possible. Eudes ended up crashing on his back. The dishonored young man didn't intend to finish him now. He unstuck the knife again then fiercely jabbed it back in. Then pulled it off. And thrust it back in. He didn't want to stop. This fucker had to die! Die a horrible death! Besides… the soldier's son kind of liked it. In fact, he enjoyed it. It was addicting! He wanted from the bottom of his heart his rapist to die but at the same time he didn't want him to die too quickly. He had to suffer the longest possible.
"You have… mania…" Eudes stammered.
Mania… Gaston loved this madness. This feeling of unlimited power… of superiority… the certainty he could kill or let go a living being according to his sole wish… He felt so powerful!... like he could do anything without accounting to anybody!... whatever monstrous the thing may be… Who would miss such a lewd trashbag like Eudes anyway? The rage-possessed boy carried on stabbing him endlessly, spilling buckets of blood all over the cell's walls and floor. He was covered in red as well but didn't care. On the contrary, he inhaled the strong iron smell as if it gave him more strength. It was the proof he got the upper hand. He was bringing fear now, not enduring it. He was a true man. He killed men, didn't sleep with them. At the moment and contrary to beforehand, Gaston wasn't going to complain if he didn't get a shower. This deadly scent intoxicating him too much.
More! More blood! More blood! More blood!
They'd put him in shackles, starve him and beat him to a pulp but it was vastly worth it.