Rocky shook his head at the sight. His pet had tried to escape on the first day. The filthy monkey needed to learn his place on the ship, he needed punishment. He heaved the child up using his tail so that his feet were dangling in mid air. He listened to the sputtering and coughing that erupted from the child, a smirk crossed his lips. He dragged the choking brat behind him rounding corner after corner and then entering a dim lit room. Gray lined the walls floor and ceiling of the room and it seemed to be covered in a thin layer of dust. Ricky reached for his weapon while he threw Marshall into the wall leaving a bit of a crack when the child slid down limply to the floor. Rocky smirked again and twirled his leather coated torture device in his hand.
Desperately trying to focus on any object in the room Marshall blinked rapidly. Suddenly a blurry pink and purple blob came into view as his vision cleared from the impact he recognized the lizard, then the devious smirk plastered upon his smug face and finally the whip he twirled between his fingers. Before he even had time enough to think the lizard was before him.
“Now apologize,” Rocky stated his smirk widening, “and I might let you live to see tomorrow.” Rocky chuckled peering into marshall's eyes as he kneeled before him.
“Lord Rocky I am deeply sorry for trying to escape,” Marshall spoke through labored breaths. Bowing his head to the tyrant above him. The lizard was too strong and too fast for him.
“No your not,” Rocky stated bringing the whip down upon the child's back.
YOU ARE READING
Little Prince
Short Story5 year old Prince Marshall is a true prodigy. With strength that rivals the strongest of his race he is set to ba a great ruler. But what happens when Marshall is left on his own to defend himself and his race against the tyrannical rocky? How can o...
