The Mysteries Behind Death Itself.

Chapter III

Hours later, I slowly woke up from my well needed nap, with someone looming over my waking body. I felt their aura, their dark, anger-filled aura. I kept my eyes closed, The fear of opening them would only lead to the potential of being harmed.

I heard the sound of something lightly thumped the ground, and a shiver going down my spine as I began to open my eyes. When they opened I saw a bucket on the floor, the room filled with a pungent oder. I didn't like the smell at all, as i turned my look towards the person's shoes, color drained from my face in an instant.

"Foolish boy." I hear the person hiss at me, and I flinch. I dislike the voice very much, and wanted to disappear, into nothing.

"Get up! Get up!" I hear her hassle me, shaking me awake as I jumped up, eyes widened with fear which didn't meet the eyes of my aggressor. "Didn't I tell you to wake your siblings up then come down for breakfast?! Didn't I?" My mother growled, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt, shaking me with no remorse. I didn't say anything. I was too afraid to do anything about it, you see, i rarely talk back to my mother and does what she told me yo do.. but lately, she has gotten more abusive than usual, whether it's verbally, physically or emotionally! And at some points, sexually.

My mother grabbed the bucket, which caught my attention. It was filled with the most disgusting smell of manure my mother could have ever find. "P-Please.. have mercy.. I-" I finally have the courage to say, locking eyes with my mother's enraged face. Her eyes are scary.. i didn't like that for the minute, I let out a quiet whimper as my mother then raised the bucket over her head, and all the buckets contents fell out and covered me with the stench of cow shit and painted me brown.

As soon as the bucket was empty, I sat there, covered with manure and humiliated. My mother looked at me with a smug look on her face, already had on gloves she planned for this event. I knew what she was going to do next. She was going to parade me through the streets of the kingdom, with her on horseback. I felt subtle streams of tears rushing down my fave as she pulled me to my feet, dragging me out of my room and through the Castle corridors with pride, and none of the staff can interject.

This is so humiliating, mother why.. I said in my head as she paraded me through the Castle, my siblings watched the whole affair to go down, some dislike me more than others. "Tut.. what did he do now," I hear one of my siblings say while covering their nose from the stench of the cow dung, glaring at me harshly. My oldest sister, Shira, who loathes me and detest me with all her might. Shes next in line for the throne, and i hate her. She's my mother's favorite.. grown up in wickedness, bah.

But back to my current situation, my mother still parade me around the Castle, and towards the stables, humiliating me with every step we took, I always sought for this to be unfair, I didn't do anything wrong! So why must this be the punishment i deserve?

We arrive at the tables, and she tied my hands with rope as the stable boys set together her horse yet one dare to ask "My lady.. does young master need his horse, Nightmare?" So timidly he said, as my mother looked down at him with scorn as she mounted her horse after the prep up was finished. "Do you see the condition he is in? Is he fit to ride that silly, atrocious mare?" She snapped, I held my tongue. I wanted to interject and tell her that my horse isn't silly, she was a beautiful mare who i cared for since she was birthday into this cruel world.

"O-Oh.." the stable boy said as he glanced towards my tear stained face, I hate it when people fear my wicked mother.. she's the cruellest person in the kingdom.

My mother tugged on the rope attached to my hands, and her horse started to walk. The gates of the Castle opens as she rode out, me following at the horses heels, my feet occasionally Getting stepped on. "I-Im going to get broken bones later.." I mumbled as people started coming out of their homes as mother screeched out in joy. If you ask me, she sounds like a monkey screaming help while being chewed out alive by a cat. Tch. I glanced around me as some people look at me with remorse, but others mocked me, threw stones or whatever they can salvage to throw at me and it hurts.. I would rather have people stab my body till i become an unrecognizable face anymore than having to suffer such humiliation.