Frank.
Riff immediately jumped out of the bed.
"Uh-um Master, Magenta is still not well... she is with child," he stammered. Frank peered over Riff's shoulder at Magenta who was curled up in a ball, shivering with fear.
"Well, well, well," he said, casually walking around Riff Raff, "You've gone and gotten yourself knocked up have you? Well Magenta, what do you supposed we should do about this?"
Magenta lay completely still, not even looking at Frank.
"Well?!" shouted Frank as he whipped her.
When Riff tried to step in, Frank whipped him and shouted, "Watch it or else she's gone..." Riff stood back and looked away as Frank continued his assault, repeatedly whipping Magenta. The blood began to soak the sheets just as Columbia ran in.
"Stop this! Please Frankie let her be!" she shouted.
"Why?" demanded Frank, "She is no longer any use to me."
"Frankie you know perfectly well that Magenta is the hardest working person around here. Even though she's pregnant, she has still put in one hundred percent. And think about it, if Magenta has the child, that is one more person to help around the castle."
Frank stood back and pondered for several moments. Not only would there be an extra hand to help out, there would be an extra plaything that can help me in my times of "need". He thought
"Alright," he said, "Bu-."
"And Magenta's workload should be lighter," insisted Columbia, "To ensure that her child will be healthy."
"Very well," Frank grumbled as he stormed out of the room.
Columbia and Riff turned to see Magenta in a mix of blood and tears.
"Oh Genta," said Columbia as she knelt down and wiped blood off Magenta's cheek.
"Why did you say that to the master?" hissed Riff, "Now the child is just going to be a slave as Magenta and I."
"Did you want your sister to die?" asked Columbia as she turned back to Magenta.