Kenny flinched at Stan's touch. His fingers warming the skin, the fiery touch of the prince sent shivers down his spine. He breathed slow, enjoying the caress of someone who didn't treat him as if he was nothing to the world, but of someone who meant just as much. Kenny slipped his cold fingers around the princes wrist, sliding downward. Bending his slim fingers, cupping the princes hand on the table. He locked eyes with the servant before him, a faint smile touching his lips. Kenny looked away shyly, not knowing what possessed him to hold a guys hand. But he never let go. His heart beat was erratic in his ears. Prince Stanley lifted the smaller boys hand to his lips, placing a light kiss on his bruised knuckles. The servant looked up in awe. Blush on his cheeks, he wanted to speak, but no words came out. Stan held his gaze on the blonde, and laced there hands together. His mind spinning, his vision was cloudy, he closed his eyes, trying to get his heartbeat to stop drumming against his ribcage. He looked at Kenny and smiled, he spoke softly.
"You're different." said the prince, rubbing his thumb down the bone of Kenny's wrist.
"I don't understand" Kenny faltered.
"Just yourself in general, for someone of such a low back round, you rose above the expectations of others in the kingdom, you're changing yourself, slowly going through the ranks, climbing up the social ladder, looking out for your sick mother, and young sister, you are a courageous person, and I highly respect you. I'm so glad I met someone who understands me for me. Who put forth effort, who offered advice. You put others before yourself, you are truly a man of character." Stan said taking three coins out of his pocket.
"These are fifty dollars each. Take them home to your family, get your mother medicine and your sister some clothes and food for the house. Also, if you need somewhere to stay, please don't hesitate to come by. You are always welcome in my part of the palace, clear?" Stan asked. Kenny was in shock, tears sprang to his eyes, he pushed them back, as he choked back a sob.
"T-thank you, Thank you so much! You are a hero! My family shall eat like you! My mother may even get better, my sister may get new dresses that show off her beauty! All thanks to you!" replied the happy blonde, he was grateful to of met Prince Stanley and get to know him. He truly was a kind fellow. A voice snapped him out of his thoughts, he knew that cold voice, he knew it anywhere
"KENNY, KENNY! WHERE ARE YOU? YOU LITTLE SWINE." screamed Eric Cartman in the distance, Kenny cringed. Prince Stanley looked shocked.
"Who is that?" Kenny shivered, blinking back tears,
"My boss, Mr. Cartman, I was supposed to be back an hour ago." he shuttered.
Cartman stepped out of the shadows, not seeing the prince. Anger danced across his features.
"THERE YOU ARE. I'M NOT PAYING YOU TO SIT AROUND ON YOUR PATHETIC ASS AND EAT. I'M PAYING YOU TO CLEAN FOR ME, YOU FUCKING IDIOT. I KNEW I SHOULD OF FIRED YOU! I KNEW IT!" Eric screamed at the now shaking blonde, a cough of disdain left the princes lips.
"Excuse me! But why are you screaming at him? What has he done?" he yelled, cutting off Eric's rant. Fear crept into Eric's eyes.
"Y-your grace! I am terribly sorry. I had no idea you were standing there. You see, Kenny has been disobeying me, he's a terrible slave- I mean servant, don't trust him, please, he will be nothing but a burden. If I may take him back to work? He needs to learn how to properly clean, and know his place." Eric said smiling, grabbing Kenny's arm in a death grip, he bit back a scream.
"I see, well, I suppose he should be getting back to work, it is getting late, but please, Kenny is a fine boy, don't go to hard on him, I actually would like him to come by the palace tomorrow. If that is alright with you? I'll work with him, and show him the ropes. We also have more servants that would be more then happy to help" Stan said noticing Eric's grip tighten, and the pain within the blondes eyes, begging him.
"I shall think of it, and give you an answer at morrow's Sunday breakfast?"
"That would be fine, Is that alright with you, Kenneth?" Stan asked flicking his gaze to the terrified blonde.
"Y-yes Prince, that would be lovely, I thank you." Kenny said, bowing graciously
"My pleasure." Stan whispered.
Kenny smiled back. Blushing for the third time that day, he thanked what ever lord that was out there, it was dark.
"Come along then Kenny, we must get back to the house so I can teach you the proper methods of cleaning" Eric whispered.
"Bye, Prince Stanley, thank you again for your generous offer." Eric smirked deviously. Kenny knowing there was hell to pay.
"Not a problem."
The walk to Erics home was grueling for Kenny. He felt Eric's nails digging into his skin, blood was sure to be there.
"So you just think you can walk out on duties, and eat lunch with that RICH PRICK?" Eric seethed in his ear.
"No sir"
"Listen to me, and you listen good, I own you. I PAY YOU. YOU CLEAN FOR ME, NOT HIM, GOT IT?" Eric Stopped and stared at Kenny through the darkness. He smacked him, the sickening sting. Eric's breathing echoed through the silence, Kenny gasped, making Eric laugh. He gripped him by the throat holding his body against a tree. Kenny felt himself weakening. Slowly losing air.
"You. Belong. To. Me. Not some rich spoiled little RAT who gets everything handed to him on a SILVER PLATTER. SAY IT, YOU PATHETIC PIECE OF SHIT" Eric spat.
"I...Belong...To...You...Not...A...Spoiled...Rat..." Kenny whispered with little air he had. As Eric dropped him, Kenny felt a whoosh of air re enter his lungs. Thanking god he spared him that night. Knowing Eric he would kill him in a heartbeat.
The rest of the walk home ended in silence, Eric opened the door, Kenny tried to get past him. Eric grabbed him by his blonde hair, pushing his weakened body against a wall, facing it. Eric stood behind him,
"Where do you think you're going? Did I say you could move?"
"No.." Kenny whispered. Eric smirked at his terrified tone. Removing his belt. Raising it high above his head.
"Where's your little Prince now, Kenny?" asked the brunette, as the belt came down on Kenny's back with a sickening crack, Kenny screamed in agony.
"Where is he Kenny?" he asked again, another crack. Kenny howled in pain. Tears poured from his eyes.
"I-I d-don't k-know" He seethed.
"He doesn't want you, Kenny. No one does" A steady pattern of hits. A trail of blood trailed down Kenny's now destroyed shirt, he got dizzy. Counting each set in his head, a set of three per second. His vision was cloudy, Eric's voice, a distant yell. Soon, it all came crashing back, as Eric's voice was in his ear, ringing his ear drum, Eric kicked him on the floor. He dropped as if in slow motion. Eric snarled.
"YOU BELONG TO ME, YOU FILTHY LITTLE SHIT. I AM YOUR MASTER. SAY IT" he bellowed.
"I-I b-belong t-to y-you. Y-you a-are my m-master." Kenny stuttered digging his nails into the floor. The whipping stopped. Eric dropped the now blood covered belt in front of Kenny's view. Kenny looked away in disgust, he couldn't look at the blood of his weak self. The warm liquid in a puddle underneath him. He fell faint. The last thing he heard himself say, was the Princes name...