Cartman's blood boiled as he looked at the lovers scene above him. How could that little rat bastard still betray him, even though he warned him, even with brutality. He still went with that little rich boy anyway. It pissed him off. He gave Kenny food, water, a bed, a job, he was the best damn thing to happen to that ungrateful son of a bitch. And he just tosses him aside. Like some dirt? Oh no, he'll pay. Cartman will make sure of it. He laughed sneakily as he slipped back to his table seeing the two teens descend the steps. Laughing a smiling. Kenny blushed crimson. Looking at the prince, Stan smiled, spotting Cartman, Kenny didn't notice himself being pulled. He looked up, into the eyes of his 'master' and gulped, Stan spoke.

"Hello, Mr. Cartman, how are you this fine Sunday morn?" Cartman grinned.

"Oh, why just wonderful, thank you for finding my servant, I have been looking for him everywhere. Apparently, he knows not to run off." Cartman said eyeing the boy.

"I hadn't known, he was up in confession. I spotted him, and we ended up talking. We hadn't ate much, may we sit with you?" Asked Stan.

"How can I say no to royalty? Of course, of course! Take a seat," Cartman said with a wave of his hand. The two boys sat down happily, Kenny forging a smile.

"So, Kenneth, what have you confessed? How disobedient you are?" he laughed. Kenny looked away uncomfortably and coughed. Noticing Kenny's look, Stan changed the topic.

"Have you thought of my offer?" Cartman snapped up. Smiling what looked to be apologetically

"I have, and sad to say, I must decline. Kenny is the only family I have left" he sniffed, picking up a handkerchief, dabbing his eye.

"My mother- died, when I was young. I didn't know my father, I grew up an orphan boy, on the lower ring. Much like young Kenneth, struggled in poverty. I never ate, I was so distraught by life, I even though about taking my own. My family from my mothers side wanted nothing of me, and did not care if I had died. But as I grew older. I found my way around. I may not be a man of the rich. But I am a working man, it is why, I am where I am today" Concluded Eric. Kenny's eyes held a glare. That deceitful son of a bitch! What a liar! Kenny knew damn well Eric's mother was traveling in the rockies, sending him money, whenever he needed it. I believe the only things he was truthful about, was his father being unknown to him and his mothers side of the family hating him, because of what a bastard child he was. Himself not eating? Lies, all lies, and he watched as the Prince ate it all up.

"Oh dear, you seem to have had a troublesome past, if I didn't know Kenny was the only family you had, I wouldn't of offered." Cartman smiled.

"It's no trouble, your grace, you had no idea, I'm glad you now know. Kenny, means the world to me"

"As he should, he is a fine boy, very hardworking, learned from the best has he not? But please, let me take you both out for a nice dinner on the town, if I may discuss things with you there? Because, Kenny may not work with me full time, if he is with you. But maybe a part time job? I'll pay him too, his mother is gravely ill. She needs her medication. If that's alright with you for him to work with me?" Stan asked. Hopeful. Cartman looked please.

"We shall talk more at dinner, so far, I am thinking highly of your offer. We shall be there with dressed accordingly." Said the large boy.

"Ah, wonderful. Come to Nights Hall by seven if you would? The reservations should already be in, they'll be expecting you. So walk right in, and I'll be there." Stan replied.

"Wonderful. Kenny? I expect you to be at the house in ten minutes, we must...pick out attire for the night" Cartman said, as if what he was speaking of was deadly. Kenny nodded numbly. Cartman had walked off.

"I'll see you tonight then?" Asked the prince taking his hand with Kenny's.

"Of course. I promise." Kenny said smiling, his eyes locked with the raven haired boy, Stan lent in, and kissed him quick on the mouth.

"Lovely. I'll see you, seven tonight, Kenneth." Kenny had never been so happy in his life.

Home

Kenny walked in having five minutes to spare. Glancing shakily around his masters home. He didn't know what he was in for. And to be truthful, he was nervous. Just then the door opened with a bang. Eric seethed in, rage dancing in his features. His voice airy, grave like. He touched the blonde's cheek with tenderness, his breathing still heavy. Kenny shut his eyes, as he felt the sting of an opened palm hit. His body crumbled up against the table. Digging into his already cut back. He seethed. As he backed against a near wall. Eric smiled darkly. Kenny's wide blue eyes made him laugh,

"So, you still didn't learn?" Eric's unmoving body made Kenny rise.

"I saw you, Kenny, I saw him. I saw the prince, he kissed you. The royalty, Kissing a commanor, oh what a loving sight. Was it not? You belong to me Kenny. Not to him. NEVER TO HIM. YOU'RE MINE. When will you learn? When will you behave? You little faggot. When you BURN IN HELL WITH YOUR PIECE OF SHIT FAMILY, I'LL LAUGH, BECAUSE IT'S JUST WHAT YOU DESERVE. Your mother, the sick. Should of died a while ago. God has no use for that bitch. THE WORLD has no use for her, so why won't she die? Your sister, how can she stand the sight of you? Everything about you, must make her vomit. Because of what pathetic scum you are. The only reason, I am thinking of Prince Stanley offer? More money, for me! Pay your family? No! Never! I will watch as they die a horrid death. You'd be better off. As much as you don't deserve life, as long as you make money you'll have one. But you LIVE for me. YOUR MASTER." Cartman lunged forward. Grabbing Kenny by the throat, slamming his head against the wall, making dark spots cloud his vision. He grabbed a blade, from his back pocket. Holding it against his neck. His breathing heavy.

"See how easy it would be to have your blood splatter my walls? Look at you, nothing but a scared child. You are nothing. NOTHING, I look at you with disgust." Eric's eyes linger on the scared blondes shirt, as he takes the blade from his neck, he cuts Kenny's shirt, button, by button. Kicking Kenny in the shin, the boy drops doubling over in pain. Eric takes his blade. Slashing Kenny's skin, as his ear piercing screams echo Cartmans laughs. The blood drips. He drops the blade.

"You're Pathetic." he whispers. Leaving Kenny to go get alcohol.

"Only as pathetic as my master." Kenny mumbles. As Eric leaves the room.

Eric came in a minute later, yanking the boy in a sitting position. He pours the alcohol on a cotton swab and wipes harshly at the cut, Kenny screams. Eric slaps him, he whimpers.

"BE quiet! Do you want to bleed?" seethed the other boy.

"You'd like it if I did." Said the blonde angrily. Cartman ignored it. Continuing to fix the boy. Kenny didn't scream. And Eric thought nothing of it. Getting up, Kenny hissed in pain, he walked to his room, grabbing bandages. Wrapping them tightly around his new wounds. He looked in his mirror. He was a disgrace. Eric was right, How could his sister look at him and not feel sick. Because deep down, Cartman was always right, Stan would never want him, he was nothing but a play thing. He was nice to him out of pity, that was all it was. And that was all it was ever going to be. All because the words of Eric Cartman, made him see it.