Child of Degradation

"Aranee, you've got another customer." A young man said through the slit opening that looked into the child's locked room.

Aranee just ignored his uncle. He learned a long time ago how sick of a bastard he was and how much he enjoyed provoking people, especially him. "Oh, and Aranee," he heard his uncle say and the tone in his voice causing Aranee's skin to crawl with apprehension. "Make sure you please him. . . or else I will personally punish you." his uncle's voice thick with malice, a smile gracing his thin lips.

Aranee shivered at the implied punishment. His uncle really was a sick, sadistic bastard and he took great enjoyment in causing him pain and torment. His punishments leaving him bed ridden some times for days at a time. The last time his uncle punished him he tortured him to within an inch of his life and the only reason he still lived was because he made them too much money and his father ordered a healer to come and bring him back from death's embrace. He could still sometimes hear the healer's call, her sweet young voice enticing him to come reluctantly back to this living hell. He didn't want to know what befell her. He had a feeling he knew though and it made him sick to think about it, so he tried very hard not to.

Thinking about the healer made him think about his mother, who died exactly two years ago today leaving him here alone with his demented father and his sick, twisted, and sadistic uncle. He didn't know how she died or even if she did, all he knew was that she left him, here, in this hell. As he thought this his anger and hatred for her and the situation she put him in came rising to the surface and his heart began to harden and cool. A look of cold hatred settled on his young face.

A commotion outside in the halls caused him to come out of his hateful thoughts and the sounds that followed the commotion made him shake with pure terror.

As he sat there waiting the door to his fancy cell burst open the force causing the door to hit the wall hard with a crack. A man came in then his shirt splatter with blood and in his right hand a bloody kunai. The look on the man's face when he spotted him caused a shiver of pure unrestrained terror to paralyze his body. The look on his ugly face was one his uncle would wear when he was about to punish him. And he knew he was in for a world of pain with no chance of survival.

"Well, well, aren't you a petrified little rabbit." the man cooed the smile that had twisted his thin lips turned into a smirk making his ugly face even uglier.

"Let's have a little fun before I kill you, shall we?" the man said as he made his way toward Aranee's bed. Aranee just sat there shaking with terror as the man sat down on his bed placing the kunai down at his side. "I'm going to have a lot of fun with you little one," the man purred as he leaned forward. "Your going to feel a lot of glorious pain before you die." he said as he roughly pushed Aranee onto the bed. Leaning down he began to lick, bite, and suck painfully at his neck as his fingernails racked up his stomach and chest only to reach out and grab a hold of his wrist in a painful grip pulling them roughly up over his head. Gripping them with one hand in a grip that was sure to leave bruises, if he lived. With his one hand free the man reached down to retrieve the discarded kunai and as he brought it up he scraped it along Aranee's side leaving a deep thin gash that went up to the center of his chest. Aranee screamed as a white hot pain erupted through him. The sudden intense pain awakened him from his paralysis and out of some unknown instinct brought his knee up and placed his foot square in the man's bulging member. The force of the kick sending the surprised man flying back, the kunai flying out of his hand.

Thinking only of escaping Aranee jumped off the bed and ran towards to open door, towards hopeful freedom. However, it was not meant to be. He did not even make it halfway when a blinding white hot pain laced through his lower shoulder causing him to stumble forward. When the white spots cleared from his vision something within him shattered and all the hatred and all the anger that had been building up over the past several years came surging forward and darkness enveloped his world.