As Alfred fast forward in time, He saw a shaky Arthur handling some washing up and Blackwell's voice was heard from outside the room. "Arthur! Come to my office this instant!" The voice yelled in anger. Arthur was scared of this voice. He knew what was coming. Alfred felt sorry for this version of Arthur he saw and he approached the shadow. "What the hell did he do to you, buddy..." He asked. The scared servant stepped or rather mildly limped to the office to see an angry business man holding a belt in his hands. Alfred wasn't mentally prepared for what he was about to see. Blackwell gestured to Arthur to locked the door. Arthur gulped and reluctantly did so. He knew that even if he screamed for help, no one could get to him until the damage was done.
"Have you been sending out notes again?" He asked him threatenly. Arthur shook his head. "N-No master...I would never..." He said before Blackwell whipped the belt at Arthur's face. "Don't lie to me you fucking rat! You've been sending out notes just for some mindless sod to come rescue you. Well, I DON'T allow such thing in my house!" He yelled as he kicked Arthur's ankles, causing the man to fall to the floor with force. He knew there were bruises he would find up his arm later from the hard impact. He tried to get up but Blackwell stood above him and whipped him with the belt again and again, causing Arthur to yelp in pain. "If you don't like this punishment, you do not disobay me again!" He yelled. Tears were falling down Arthur's face, feeling every cut and bruise from the belt. Alfred was horrified from this treatment. He looked up to Blackwell as he breathed heavily from exhaustion. He folded up the belt and unlocked the door.
Blackwell then grabbed Arthur by the loose clothing barely sitting on Arthur's small frame and violently threw him out of the office with a loud crash. Arthur screamed in pain as he fell to the floor, coughing up blood in the process. He struggled to get up for a good 25 minutes before limping much more now back to the kitchen to continue his work. Alfred felt anger pulse through him. This kind of treatment for slave should not be tolerated, he thought to himself. "What a fucking ass hole..." He whispered to himself. Over time, he saw more small incidences where Arthur was beat up again and again. Until he came across one that made everything he's seen so far pale in comparison.
Arthur was cleaning up a room and saw Blackwell approach Arthur in a calmer manner. This made Arthur nervous. He saw Blackwell's unsettling smile and the strong smell of whiskey on his breath. "Hello my precious Arthur..." He said, making Arthur uncomfortable. "I am so lucky to have a pretty boy like you... you are someone to die for..." He said drunkenly. Arthur tried to walk pass him before he grabbed his wrist. Arthur looked over anxiously. His presence was unsettling enough as it is but the fact that he is drunk and uncomfortably friendlier was another thing. "C'mon my boy, it was a compliment. I want to give you your reward for your wonderfulness here..." He was speaking in slurs. Arthur did not like what he was saying. "W...What kind of reward sir...?" He asked. He felt himself be pulled towards the man's chest and he runs his hands over Arthur's front body, making Arthur twinge in fear. This is not what he liked at all.
Alfred knew that Blackwell was a liar but a pervert too? He felt disgusted from this sight. "Get your hands off of him you perverted monster..." He spoke in anger. Arthur pushed Blackwell off of him and ran out of the room. Blackwell smirked in response seeing his slave running from him. "On dear, I guess I have to pull him into his reward. He is a precious gem for fun after all..." He said as he left the room.
"Fun? The fuck is he talking about?" He followed to see him searching for the slave. Arthur covered his mouth a few times when Blackwell was passing by. His glimmer of hope was to fun away while the man was drunk. He saw the door and tried to make a run for it. Only to be hit on the back by a bottle. He felt him tumble onto the ground and he panics as footsteps approached him. "Where do you think you're going, precious little skank... You still have a reward to receive." He said. Arthur's breath quickened and he tried to crawl his way to the door. He suddenly felt something that made his heart beat quicken in fear. Two hands grabbed the slave by the ankles and Arthur felt himself dragged across the floor, clawing the wood to try to get a hold but to no avail. He yelled for help but got no response. Alfred saw Arthur dragged into a dark room and the door was slammed. The young man moved towards the locked door only to see a barrier occur. Alfred was confused and started calling out.
"But I have to see what happens to him." He called but the barrier seemed to whisper a few words.
Some things are best left unseen. You don't want to see...
Alfred was getting frustrated from this. "But I want to see! Let me through!" He yells as he forces the barrier to disappear with his power. He them morphed through the door only for his eyes to catch a horrifying sight that Alfred didn't see coming.
Arthur, chained to a bed with his body facing down. Blackwell was above him with his trousers down. He was moving in a thrusting motion and Arthur was yelling in pain almost drowned out with moans from Blackwell above him. Alfred felt himself cover his mouth in disgust. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. A sexual assault on Arthur where he couldn't fight back and blackwell was drunkenly taking every advantage of this horrible desire, moaning in unbearable pleasure.
Disgusted from this sight, he forced the clocks to jump forward, showing a weak and wounded Arthur sobbing on the bed. There was red on the bed and bruising and cuts everywhere on his body. Alfred was speechless and felt really sad and angry all at once. His thoughts were interrupted by a man bursting into the room. It was the son and he was horrified from this sight too. He approached the man but it wasn't to harm him. He took out a knife and used it to break the locks on the chains that was holding the weakened man.
He then heard more men break in and saw the son with the knife and immediately believed HE was responsible for the scene. The last thing Alfred heard was Arthur's pained cries in the darkness...
I want to die...My life is hell...I don't deserve to live...
TO BE CONTINUED
Writer's note
This was a hard chapter to write because of how horrible it is the subject matter. I know it was horrible but I'm glad that I didn't dig into too much detail. If anyone re-reads this and doesn't want to read this chapter, it's fine to skip to chapter 23
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FanfictionIn the kingdom of Spades, a young man by the name of Alfred is next in line to the throne but his self isolation after his mother's death has made things difficult for not only himself but his father as well. When a new slave called Arthur comes to...
