(Third Person's PoV)
The stairs going down in the Estate's secret room was so dark and eerie. It has no lights to illuminate the place and there was a foul smell that go strong as you go further down the dark pathway.
Pair of shoes were quietly making their way to the secret room. The boy was wearing a mask that covers his nose and mouth from the foul smell as he go down the long stairway.
He had no light with him albeit, he walked down -feeling the ground with the vibrations he made with his every steps to climb down- with ease as if he was not walking at all in the darkness and was walking in a perfectly fine ground.
The boy felt as if his eyes were closed because of the darkness that made his eyelids numb and unable to feel if his eyes were still open or not. Two more step and he met the end of the door.
Wearing a glove, he reached out the knob and twisted it to open.
There was only four torches in the corner of the room, a jail bar in one of the corners where two prisoners were imprisoned and on the opposite side where metal chains were hanging that was used to levitate a handcuffed person to be tortured.
He arrived at the time, the man standing inside that room brandished his sword at the hanging man.
The man who was tortured first could not even scream because of how fast the man moved his hand. The blood splattered all over the devious man.
The bou caught the attention of the man inside the room who was holding a bloody sword in his hand.
There were splatters of fresh blood in the man's visage from the man infront of him -who was hanging in his wrists, dead with his mouth gapped- he just killed.
Thick blood was dripping from its mouth and the chest wound to the floor.
The man looked at the new boy.
The man's eyes was illuminated by the torch's light that made his red eyes seemed to glow in the darkness and made him looked like a beast. A beast full of killing intent.
"You are here." the man greeted as he wiped the blood on his face using his fist. The boy only nodded at the man and closed the door behind him before he approached the jail, facing the man with his back.
"You wanna kill 'em?" the man asked coldly. A creepy smile crept on the boy's face as his eyes became sharper and started to emit ominous aura.
His expression screams malicious craze as he felt his blood boils while staring at the two women whom they bought with money from their family to be seen out as if they died in a contagious disease but in truth, was sold to be kidnapped.
When the two women -aging in 30-40 years old- saw the little boy's expression they shivered under him. He was towering them with his shadow as they were slouching in the cold, dirty ground.
They were busy fearing the young one infront of them and did not seem to be bothered by how grossed the ground they were sitting on, where different dried blood has spurted underneath from different people.
"Can I, Father?" the boy asked in a psychotic tone. The two women badly wanted to faint behind the jail -but of course, the boy and the man would not let them be.
They wanted to see their reactions as they torture them.
"Go." the man permitted and the women started shouting insanely.
"No! No! Duke! Please have mercy!" Countess Stefna screamed.
'Mercy? How dare you beg for one.' the Duke and the boy said inside their minds.
"Duke! I beg of you! I still do not wanna die!" Countess Clawsful screamed on the top of her lungs, hoping the Duke and his son to be of mercy but the father and son did not have any mercy at all.
Not in their nature and not in their vocabulary.
They kill who deserved to die.
"You should have think of it before lifting a hand on my sister." Maximillian said grimly as he remembered how his sister's legs looked like when they tried to lift her night gown while Maxineirah was sleeping like dead due to the sleeping pills they put on her meal at dinner.
His sister did not even want to show them her scars on her legs.
They did not want to force her because they thought she was already traumatized on what happened and they might just hurt her.
Maxwell and Maxillary told them that the scars were horrible. Scars that noble girls would never have at their young age nor in their life time.
After hearing that, it was as if their hearts shattered inside their chests.
They felt like they wanted to go and hug their youngest to comfort her. For them, it was their fault for not looking after her.
The Duke could only brush his face with his hands. He was in that distracted state when he called for the Butler and Maxineirah's personal maid, Kathelina.
The two were in awe to see the composed Duke and his sons in that state.
The room became gloomy after Maxine was excused to eat alone for now and rest first in the midday.
The father and sons did not managed to stand up from their seats because of their discussions until the sun rose down to the west. They still had not eaten anything and proceeded to Maxineirah's room and slipped while she was asleep at midnight.
They used that night to make Kathelina apply a medicine to her Milady's wounds with His Grace, Young Masters and the Butler.
When Kath slowly and gently lifted her Milady's skirt, all of them gasped, their hands flew to their mouths to block their aghast. Kathelina almost dropped the ointment from her hands if not for Maxillary's fast reflexes and caught it from falling.
Maxineirah's legs were full of scars.
There were no space left to be hit anymore, causing scars covered by new scars, bruises covered by new bruises -that were turning from blue to dark violet- and wounds being covered by new wounds.
The Duke turned around, holding his mouth and the other hand was resting on his waist. He lifted his face up to the unforseen moon as he closed his eyes. How come his daughter's supposed to be education turned out to be a torture for her?
Their hearts were breaking into tiniest pieces.
Tears started rolling down from Kathelina's eyes. She was trembling and unable to apply the ointment anymore so Maxillary and Maximo did her job with a sorrowful expression written on their faces while Kath was silently weeping as she scurried back on the corner of the room to prevent Maxineirah from waking up.
Maximillian could not help it and left the room to gather air because he felt suffocated as he stayed long in the room. Maxlein also left the room but soon after he left his sister's hallway, he punched the wall so hard that a part of the wall crumbled.
Maxwell approached their father and clung to his father's leg. He hugged it tightly and buried his face that made Maximus feel what the latter feels. He let his son stay like that for a while, thinking that Maxwell was just a year older than Maxine.
Their eyes were shining violently the under the moon. Maximus, Maximo and Maxlein's were glowing bloodshot while Maximillian, Maxillary and Maxwell's eyes turned sharper like cat's, and glowed with malice.