Wolf Pack: Blood-arc Series, #3 - (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 1 - Escaping Hell's Cage

 -Picture of Brant.

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"Let me out of here!" Brant tried to keep himself calm, but his resolve was slipping quick. He felt hate rise up his throat. He didn't know long he could stand it before he would lose it and blow. Literally. "I swear to god Steven - you better stop this car!" He jammed his foot on the door again and again.

"Shut up! Shut up and stop it before I hit you, you spoilt little brat! I'm serious!" The driver in front of him bellowed, gripping onto the wheel even tighter. Completely red with anger, he spat out at Brant.

Brant didn't need to see the man's face to know the emotion on it; pure hatred. It seemed like the only thing people felt towards him was hate... Brant felt a strange tightness close around his head and he wanted nothing more than to get out of the moving vehicle. Brant gulped and leaned back on his seat, trying to keep his cool.

"...Where are we going?"

"To see Duchess Gustaven. It's her daughter, Helena's, birthday."

"I won't agree to it." 

The man in the front rolled his eyes, not even trying to keep his apparent disgust out of his voice. "You won't agree to what?... Her hand in marriage?" He chuckled, staring emptily at the road ahead of him, "You have no say in this, Sir."

Sighing, Brant laughed bitterly. "I won't be forced to marry someone I don't even love, someone I don't even know... I'm seventeen, marriage isn't even something I want right now."

"Your father married when he was sixteen, your mother fifteen... And yet, here you are whining about how you don't want to? You are such a fucking pathetic piece of shit, sir. You're the son of one of the richest Dukes and Duchesses in the world - you better start acting like one."

"I won't agree. I won't agree with it!" Brant scoffed softly, but nothing was light about his tone of voice. "I've done it every other time and I'll do it again! They can't make m-"

"Do you want them to beat you again? - Do you want me to beat you again? Master John gave me the right to discipline you whenever he and the Madam are away on a business trip, don't forget that." 

From where he sat Brant shook in his seat but he kept his face completely blank, in fear that his driver could see the horror melting off him like waves. "T-Then just hit me. I don't care, I don't care anymore... I'm not just going to let you all scare me into doing things! I'm a fucking person. I...I have fellings too you know--I'm not just going to bend over and let you guys fuck me! "

"Watch your language, bitch! --You are the son of a Duke and a Duschess," the man snorted, "You don't have any rights. The only thing you have is duty." 

"...You can't force me to do anything, I'll go to the police. I can always go and tell t!-"

"You have nothing... Your parents have everything. The police can be bought, and then when they are, they won't give a damn about you. They'll only care about the price, that's the way of the world."

Steven chuckled, flicking his wrist at the boy to shut up. Brant wanted to say something back, tell him that he was wrong. Tell him that he hated everything, but he couldn't do anything. He knew that so he kept his mouth shut. He always kept his mouth shut. But Brant couldn't take it. He couldn't let himself take it... If I give myself up, I will have nothing left; Brent thought to himself.