|ᵀʰᵉ ᵂʰⁱᵗᵉ ᴰᵃᵐᶻᵉˡ ⁱⁿ ᴰⁱˢᵗʳᵉˢˢ|

|CHAPTER 1|

BACKSTORY:

In the 19th century at the Date of November 17, 1905, just before his birthday.. Why must it come to this once again..?

?: Father.. Please stop.. IT HURTS PLEASE.!

A small fragile child pleaded, tears swelled on his eyes as they soon began to turn red.

?: Shh.. I know you like it Mikha.

A man... Oh how can a loving father be this cruel..? He grinned ear to ear as he continued to do the opposite of what the child pleaded.

Mikha: STOP.! AHH!! PLEASE IT BURNS! IT BURNS!

The poor child screamed in pain and terror, begging and begging until his throat was sore..yet the man.. THAT MAN DID NOT STOP, The child could not do a thing at all as he hopelessly sobbed in immerse pain.

?: You'll enjoy it soon enough..My son

The man chuckled out loud, the child's eyes widened in fear as he heard his laugh, that laugh soon began to emerge from his nightmares, It was echoing all around the room, he clenched his fist into a ball as he tried to yell once more but... there was no voice coming out of his mouth.

By the time he realized it the man was done, He just stood up and walked away, Not even glancing back at his son, The child sat up on the bed with a blanket covering himself, he stared at the door where the MAN had left, Soon his stare turned into a glare of daggers, A glare of hatred, Venom, Despair, Oh how he wanted to wretch the guts from out of that MAN.

His anger fueling, His once pure and clean body is now filled with its touch.. It was DISGUSTING.

He hugged himself as he grit his teeth and squeezed his arm That MAN.. WILL PAY.!

At the Date of November 18, 1905 Today was his birthday, Mikhail stood up, his legs wobbled from last night, Of course he wouldn't be able to widstand it.. hes only 10 years old.. Oh wait.. isnt he 11 now..?

He proceeded to walk inside the bathroom and emerge himself in the cold water of the bath tub, He took out a towel and a soap then he scrubbed, and scrubbed, Trying to feel pure again, trying to feel the cleanliness that he once felt.. He wanted to get rid of this DISGUSTING feeling, He tried and tried and TRIED but it was to no avail, He couldn't get the horrible feeling off.

He grit his teeth once more as he took a glass of jar and threw it on the wall due to anger, his eyes fuming with venom.

Suddenly, one of the maids came in and helped him, they probably saw that he was not on the bed so they assumed that hes in the bathroom, when they saw the marks on his body they couldn't help but look at him in disgust, some looked at him with pity, He glared at them and they soon stopped.

They dressed him up for his birthday banquet, some brushed his hair and some took out the clothing that he was meant to wear, he looked at it for a second as he showed no expression before turning back to the mirror.