No Happy Days

At last, we've arrived. It was a long trip that took about 4-5 hours and in addition to that, the awkward silence was killing me. They don't have even the tiny speck of interest in starting a conversation with me. They acted like I wasn't even there." The only times that they would speak was either they talk to the man controlling the horses or small talk between the two of them.

The house was big and fancy, a mansion. It was a bit bigger than the orphanage. I felt happy and uncomfortable at the same time. We went in. What awaited us was the hustle and bustle of the servants. It was noisy.

"Wilson, lead him to the basement." Father said to a guy that looks like a butler.

"Yes sir." Wilson replied with a funny yet fancy accent.

Wilson lead me to somewhere dark, I couldn't see a thing. Wilson lit up a torch.

"Where are we going, Mr. Wilson? I didn't hear where Father was ordering you to take me because of all the noise the maids were making." I asked Mr. Wilson.

"Father? Heh, You sure are an innocent little boy." Mr. Wilson replied smirking.

I don't know but I had a bad feeling and didn't bother to ask futher. We found a door that led downstairs. When we got at the bottom I saw a jail like room. Father's a noble so no surprise they'd have a jail room for bad guys.

Wilson grabbed me and threw me inside the jail like room. I was confused and afraid at the same time.

"Mr Wilson?! Why are you locking me up here?!" I said to Mr. Wilson as he locks the door of the jail like room.

"You'll be a slave and a plaything for our miss at the same time." Mr. Wilson replied

"W-what? Why?! I wanna go back home!" I shouted, yet there wasn't a single reply from Mr. Wilson as he walks up the stairs.

I cried. I cried for a long time. Then suddenly, a girl came from the stairs. She was a little girl in a white dress. I think we are of the same age.

"Hello slave, are you ready?" The girl said with a somewhat annoying and little voice.

"R-ready for w-what?" I replied stuttering.

"Your torture time of course! Now take your clothes off but keep the pants." The girl said.

"W-what?! No! I'd never take orders from you! Who are you anyway?!" I shouted at her.

"I'm the daughter of the owner of this house, of course. My father's name is Baron Furei." She said, "Now that I've answered your question, I think you prefer being tortured with clothes on?"

"No! Don't come near me" I screamed as she gets the key and whip from the wall.

The whip has spikes. It'll hurt real bad.

"Now, now. Don't cry you filthy thing." She said.

She unlocks the door and enters the room, she whips me and laughs the entire time. It hurts. It hurts so bad. I screamed my lungs out. I want it to stop. Please... it hurts. I cried.

Mother, I think I won't be celebrating any birthdays sooner or later.

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