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there is one definite truth within the manor as alois begins his night: he is in control. dressed in nothing but a floral red silk robe already slipping off his shoulders, he daintily creaks open the heavy wooden bedroom door. the lord lazed across his oversized mattress, nearly dozing off until he noticed the boy standing before him. his posture immediately straightened as he fumbled to compose himself, adjusting his position while his eyes remained fixed upon alois' young, fragile, captivating figure. an innocent yet seductive expression was plastered across the boy's face, nearly begging the lord to call him over. alois nearly felt bad for the poor man, a dusty brown moth drawn to a bright and captivating flame. he was an unaware pawn, perfectly executing a role he didn't know he was playing.
alois walked towards the lord, slowly untying his robe with each step. the old man towered above him as he sat beside him, hungry eyes clawing into his skin. without warning or hesitation, the lord easily stripped alois, unwrapping the boy like an ungrateful brat on christmas morning. he leaned back to observe the newly exposed body before him, somehow entranced by an entirely familiar sight. the lord was powerless, unable to control himself or resist the urge to utterly corrupt and destroy the pure, untainted boy.
this is exactly where alois needed him to be. despite being tightly grabbed by the throat and drawn into a saliva ridden, bitter tasting kiss, it was still the power he held above the lord that drew him to do those things. as he was slapped and bruised and gaped, he remained proud of his charm, all the traits the other boys in the basement lacked that made him the lord's favorite. it wasn't necessary to think about the moment; allowing himself to become overwhelmed with such things would only compromise his authority over the situation.
his eyes glossed over and his physical left him, something he realized he'd been doing much more lately. he wasn't sure if it was voluntary or not most times, but it was welcomed either way. now, he did not exist outside of his head, completely detached from the old man devouring his flesh like a starving wolf. alois only came back into complete consciousness after he was done and the old man slept soundly and innocently behind him, as if none of tonight had ever happened.
as he laid on his back, an awful, sour taste lingered in his mouth, and his fair skin was sore and bruised. he shakily sat upright, slowly guiding himself and preparing his frail bones to stand. as his feet hit the floor and he walked towards his robe clumsily thrown onto the plush carpet, he remembered just how bad it hurt to walk after his shifts were over. he shook and shivered when he crouched to the ground, pain radiating from his knees out through the rest of his legs. it would have hurt worse to simply bend over, as well as somehow tainting his ego more than it already was.
dragging his sorry rotten corpse towards the window, he looked down upon the floor. he could see every newly blossoming bruise, and feel the ones that hadn't visibly shown yet. the metallic bitter taste only grew stronger in his mouth, strong enough to where no amount of rinsing could remove it before it was ready to go on its own. was it partially blood this time? he couldn't be sure. nonetheless, no amount of bleeding or aching or feeling sorry for himself could alter the definite truth: alois was always completely in control.