Mylo slowly opens his eyes to the pink pendant chandelier light above him.
He instantly sat up, his head blank for a few seconds until he was slowly collecting his thoughts.
He was not at home… he did not wake up at home.
"You're awake?" Zeke jeered from the floor, with a mathematics textbook in his hands.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" Mylo jumps out of bed, almost stumbling over Zeke's legs, "I'm dead… I'm…"
"Oh well, good morning," Anya's gaze falls on Mylo through the mirror as she was applying her makeup.
Mylo does not notice her or say anything to her as he quickly buttoned up his shirt, searching for his shoes.
Immediately he sees them he picks them up and dash out of the house.
"Mylo, wait!" Zeke calls out, running after Mylo.
Mylo doesn't wait, he continues running.
He doesn't pay attention to how long he has been running, as long as he can get home.
When Mylo finally arrives home, he paces outside the door, beads of sweats breaking out of his forehead.
He rubs his hands on the side of his trousers, hesitating to go inside.
He was so scared, so afraid that tears began to fill Mylo's eyes.
What has he done?
He rubs his hands on his trousers again before turning the doorknob, "I'm home," His voice breaks as he steps inside.
His breath slowly cease as everything looks normal but at the same time it doesn't.
"Here comes our notorious sex worker," Catherine gets up from where she was sitting with Baldwin in the living room.
She claps hands repeatedly, walking towards Mylo, "Welcome home, your majesty."
Mylo swallows dryly, shutting the door behind him.
"He even wears a new pair of clothes, did your client give them to you?"
Baldwin gets up at the mention of Mylo wearing news pairs of clothes, he looks up and down at his son. Mylo had even trimmed his hair, he did not sleep at home. That means he was definitely whoring around and he knows just the right solution for Mylo's problems.
"Come here," Baldwin hissed, his tone cold.
Mylo rushes torward his father, keeping his head as low as possible.
"Tell me, where were you last night, Mylo?"
"In school… In a… In school."
In a flash of an eye, Baldwin smacks the beer bottle in his hand across Mylo's head.
The piece shattered on Mylo's head, blood rushing down his cheeks.
He clenches his teeth, standing upright and not showing any reactions because that will annoy his father even more.
"I told you Baldwin, but you did not believe me. One would even think that I hate your son! But they don't know that this boy is a devil incarnate, he is a whore! He even has the guts to lie to us about his whereabout."
Catherine's words are instigating and lauding up Baldwin's anger even more.
He grabs Mylo's hair, slapping him across the face round after round, "You, you, you good for, for nothing idiot! This is how you repay us, huh?"
Mylo's face kept swinging back and forth from getting slapped methodically, he couldn't even tell where he was bleeding from, he was hurting, his vision hazy.
Catherine goes to the kitchen and picks up a knife. She comes back with it and cuts open Mylo's clothes, not caring if the sharp edge goes into his skin.
Mylo cries out, struggling to escape, "Please, it hurts, stop… mother please."
"Shut your mouth!" Baldwin punched Mylo across his face, slapping him.
He grabs his head and slams it against the hard floor.
Mylo chokes out of blood, his eyes closing on their own.
"He is pretending to faint again," Catherine runs her fingers through her hair, anger rising inside her even more.
She leaves and comes back with a bucket of ice water. She pours the cold water on Mylo's face, causing him to cough, his eyes popping open.
Baldwin immediately grabs his hair, dragging Mylo's body alongside with him as he takes him to the dining hall and puts the chains over Mylo's ankles.
Baldwin staggers as he stands up, cursing under his breath.
"I'm done keeping a demon in my cage."
Catherine doesn't give up in shredding Mylo's clothes.
"Tell me, which man did you seduce into buying these rags for you, huh?" She laughs psychopathically, the edge of the sharp knife cutting a straight line on Mylo's thighs.
A new mark meeting the old one.
Mylo screams out in pain, attempting to crawl away.
Baldwin picks up his phone, placing it on his ear as he speaks with someone on the other line. He takes out another bottle of beer from the refrigerator, walking back to Catherine, who is placing the edge of the knife on Mylo's face, cutting the boy's face.
"You can't damage his face, it will affect the price."
Catherine uses all the last self control she had inside her to let go of Mylo. She just wanted to skin him alive.
"Are you finally going to sell him off because I have been asking you that. I have been waiting for this forever!"
Baldwin ignores Catherine and pulls out a chair and sits, putting his both legs on Mylo's torso.
Tears had stopped flowing from Mylo's eyes. He could not even keep his eyes open as his own blood was rolling into them, blurring his vision.
He could not do anything. He could not breathe, he could not speak.
He just wanted to die… he just wanted God to take his soul… if there was a God out there.
Baldwin taps Mylo's on the head to keep him awake, "Do you know that by evening, I was at your school to pick you up but instead I saw you leaving the school premises with some boy? So you are fucking men indeed, Mylo!"
Mylo shakes his head, "No… no, he is my friend."
"Your friend?" Catherine cannot believe her ears, "You think anyone would want to be friends with you?"
"Why are you lying until this moment, Mylo. I didn't raise you up to be this way."
"I'm not gay," Mylo sniffled, "Please… it hurts… father please. Stop hurting me… please."
"He is actually admitting in going home with the guy and getting fucked! How much did he pay you, huh?" Catherine fumes, almost gnawing her face with her fingers, "No, no, no," She throws her hands in the air, pacing around.
Her eyes filled with hatred for Mylo.
"There is no way on earth I am going to continue living with a faggot in this house. Not only did you stay away from the fellowship, you also disobeyed your father and I."
"It's not even a week since we moved to Northern Lantern City. You are already hooking up with someone else? What is actually your problem? How could you let such a greater sin embed and devour your flesh? Do you think God will forgive you if you are like this?"
Baldwin rants out, pointing his finger at Mylo.
"I cannot have a son like you! If you want to be a prostitute so badly. I might as well fulfill that wish of yours and send you to a prostitution home to work full time. So from now on, forget about ever seeing the sun!"