There was a boy that snuck through the huge halls of the mansion. Age eleven, mature headed and we'll educated young lad of the fourth generation of Les aristocrates through the years in South France. It was almost midnight and he had snapped awake from his sleep and had suddenly gotten the urge to go to his father.
He lived with loving parents, previledged and born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He walked through the halls. The maids had already gone to bed and there were lights on in the west wing. His parents let him go there but he had never found a door open there. He was a young lad. He explored and he was curious but the doors were always locked.
This night, they were unlocked.
He froze along the halls when he heard his father's voice echoing. Who was he shouting at? Was there someone with him? The boy wanted to know. He had been obedient throughout the years, heeding to his parents warnings and being the perfect son. He could break the rules, just this once.
"I said kneel! Who said to raise your heads?"he heard his father ask in Antone he had never heard and he peeked through. In the bright lit room, there was five women he was able to count on their knees. They had been stripped of their clothes and there hands tied and hung from the ceiling and their heads hanging low.
"How much did this one weigh?" He asked Raymond, his father's Butler and the butler responded with fourth nine point five. The boy's father shook his head and went to the one girl they were referring to.
"Forty eight kilograms." He sneered and went to the girl and gently knelt down where she was locked up and brought his hand to her chin.
"Then this one isn't going to sell." The boys eyes widened and he clasped his hand over his mouth seeing his father holding the girl by her hair. He watched as she was unchained from the ceiling and with her hands still bound, punched to the ground and right at her jaw. Everytime she made a sound his father ended up throwing another blow at her jaw then her stomach.
The sigh was sick and contradicting from the man he had known as his father. He never thought he'd watch his father hit a woman and take out a hammer and draw blood his horror had been unlocked. He should have run and informed his mother but speak of the devil.
"See anything you like?" Her voice sounded from the depths of the darkness his mother had come from and he gulped and dared not to look up at her but ahead. His father heard her voice and finally acknowledged his presence.
"Quincy, I see you decided not to heed to the warnings of this place that I gave." His father said calmly.
"Dad I'm sorry i-" he began but his mother put a hand over his mouth and smiled sweetly at her husband.
"Darling this was a slip on my fault I hadn't meant to let him stray like this. I will make sure to teach him accordingly." She said and decided to start turning away to the exit.
"Let the boy stay. This will be his business in some time to come. Closet boy." He ordered and the boy rushed to his father's side and was brought towards the line up of the winded girls.
"Lequel vous semble satisfaisant?" Which one looks satisfying to you his father asked and he swallowed and his gaze slid over each one and he silently pointed at the one at the end.
"Convard darling he's eleven-"
"Silence! Before I lose my temper! Get out of my sight." He said and the boy flinched witnessing something his parents had never done. They had never argued or conflicted. And yet his mother was being cast like a dog out.
"Listen boy, this was meant to be revealed later on you're a smart boy. I do this for our own good."
"Don't those hurt?" The boy asked and his father crouched and took his hands. He was refering to the restraints the women had on their legs and hands.
"These are bad people of course they hurt. I help some friends take them to a special place to be punished and reform."
"Like a school father?"
"Oui like a school exactly. Smart boy." He praised and then brought him closer to the woman he had pointed at. She was a slim but healthy woman. Her hair brown with big green eyes and her skin pale. They had all been stripped naked and bared upon them to see.
"Beauty isn't she? But beauty doesn't always come with morals. Sometimes we have to do some....drastic things to have them behave." His father waved in the butler who brought a tray baring knives, a silver gun, a bardizzo and a match box.
"And you boy, are going to have this duty one day why not start now, hmm?"