2. Wrath of Young Master

The shrill scream of a little girl's heart-rending resounded, bouncing off the rocks on the basement walls of a luxurious mansion in Ettalier, a city in the country of Gazella.

The sound of smacking and thumping punches landed on the skinny body of a teenage boy, alternated with the girl's moans which became more and more heartbreaking.

"Noo, it hurts! Please stop!" The little girl's screams filled the basement, followed by the sound of the men panting behind the girl.

“Screw you all!” the boy roared but fell silent again as punches and kicks returned to his body.

“Brother, help me! They all hurt me!” the little girl screamed again.

"Shut up, little slave! This is your punishment!" yelled the voice of a grown man who was still seen swinging the black whip at the dirty little girl's tiny body.

"Bastard! Let go of my sister! Vinette, hold on, big brother will..." The teenager's words stopped when his stomach received a kick from a young man who was wearing clothes that were far more luxurious than the other men in the room.

"Keep beating him, don't give him any mercy," said the young man, commanding the grown men who had been beating the teenager.

"As you wish, Master Gesta," said the men, obeying their master's orders.

"Hey, look at how my men beat your sister. The little slave will learn if he dares to oppose me, then his life is at stake," said Gesta as he grabbed the teenager's hair, forcing his head to face upwards.

From one eye that he could still open because it had not been swollen and bruised from being beaten, the teenager could see the brutality that the grown men had inflicted on his little sister.

Tears fell down the boy's cheeks when he saw fresh blood dripping from the surface of his sister's skin which was slashed by the whip. Her little sister's hands were tied to two pillars that indirectly supported her body to keep her standing even though her back and legs were full of wounds.

"Good, have a look, don't look away. This is the result of going against me!" proclaimed Gesta, proudly patting his own chest as a sign of arrogance.

"Devon! Vinette!" screamed a woman, startling them all.

From the only set of stairs in the room, an old woman in shabby clothes came along with an old man who wore almost the same clothes as the Gesta’s henchmen in the room.

"Father... Mother..." Devon's voice choked when he saw his parents coming to save them. Unfortunately, Vinette could not see the arrival of her parents because her body was tied back to the stairs.

"Young Master! What is this? Why are you doing this to our children? We will not remain silent and will report all this to the Grand Master!" Devon's father threatened.

Gesta just laughed out loud. With a snap of his fingers, the men who had beaten Devon rushed towards the stairs and dragged the father and mother of the two abused children.

"What the hell! Young Master has gone too far, let us go!" Devon's father shouted again.

"Hey, don't be so soft on those two slaves if you don't want to receive the same treatment," said Gesta casually.

"Wait a minute, stop it!" shouted Devon's father when he saw his co-workers who suddenly started beating his wife according to their Young Master's orders.

BAM!

A fist lodged in Devon's father's solar plexus that made him vomit blood from the first blow. His father's frail body could not withstand the violence committed against him.

"Father!" Devon screamed as he saw his father beaten before his eyes.

Punches and kicks were thrown mercilessly by the Gesta's subordinates at Devon's father who was old. Fresh blood was spat out again by the man as he was punched in the face and thrown to the side.

The old body finally couldn't withstand the attack and fell in front of his wife's body who was being beaten by the Gesta’s henchmen.

Gesta then gestured as if cutting his neck with his thumb to his subordinates who had beaten Devon's father.

Without waiting for orders a second time, the man then took a spear hanging on the wall and stabbed the old man in the chest until it pierced through and plunged into the floor.

"Arrrgghh!" Devon screamed as loud as he could until one of his bruised eyes parted open.

Devon's mother was speechless to see her husband murdered right in front of her eyes. She couldn’t even resist when another man strangled her neck. Now she was not only speechless, but also breathless.

After confirming that Devon's mother had suffocated to death, the man threw the woman's body that had already died. He took the life and threw the old woman's body down just like that with her husband's bloodied corpse.

Devon burst into tears watching his parents being brutally murdered in front of his eyes. The teenager struggled with all his might, but could not escape the grip of the two men who had been holding him for a long time.

Devon was also surprised to see that the men who had been whipping his sister's body were no longer doing it. There was no more sound of the whip hitting the skin. It was silent, only the sound of Gesta's laughter echoed.

As the men dispersed, Devon could see the tiny body of his seven-year-old sister slumped limply with her hands still tied to the pillar. Bruises, lashes, and bluish marks filled the little girl's petite body.

"Vinette ... Vinette ...." Devon kept calling his sister's name in a desperate tone.

"It's useless for you to call out her name. She's dead," said Gesta, laughing happily at the misery on Devon's face.

Devon slumped limply in the grip of two burly men who had been holding him. He was sure, that after destroying his entire family, Gesta would also do the same to him.

"Young Master, your initiation night is almost starting, please get ready immediately," said a man dressed in all black who had been just watching what was happening without doing anything.

"Ah, that's right! Tonight is my initiation night, thanks for reminding me, Hoxha." Gesta replied casually.

"I have an idea, instead of killing this boy here, I'd better sacrifice him in front of the altar. Prepare this boy to be my victim, Hoxha!" continued Gesta while commanding.

"Young Master, hasn’t the sacrifice been prepared? Surely he is better than this worn-out greenhorn," asked Hoxha confused.

"It’s a waste to sacrifice that able-bodied fellow, it’s better to toss this little bastard instead! Take him quickly!" objected Gesta firmly.

Hoxha didn't dare to go against his Young Master's orders even though he objected to obeying his orders. It was clear that it was better to sacrifice a victim who was still healthy than one who was already dying and devoid of the spirit of life like Devon.