• Chapter Two
    Henry
    Sheer boredom, masked my otherwise blissful expression as the ceiling fan brought cool relief to my sweaty chest. I wiped my brow and sat up, thinking that a nice shower would calm my nerves. For the first time in a long time, I saw my reflection. Dark chocolate brown hair scattered across my face, sticking to it with sweat. My shirt was drenched also; peeling it off my back didn’t relive me of the feeling all that quickly, it more or less made an uncomfortable sticky, chill on my back.
    I quickly turned the knobs for the water temperature, letting the cool spray hit my back as I did. Living in the underworld sure had its downsides. I closed my eyes as the water pelting down on me soothed my soreness away. I tend to go above and beyond my abilities and end up pulling a muscle or so by the end of the day, but that’s what I have to do to prove myself to my father. Heredity and masculinity are very important things here.
    Tomorrow, a day I’m seriously dreading, is nearing with every second. Soon I will have to choose a sacrifice, an offering to do with as I please. Unlike my father, I could care less about who I pick, and would rather choose a partner, a bride to rule with me in the future. If this was a just world, my father wouldn’t even be here, but sadly, since nothing is just, and this is a place where the alpha-male called the shots and the rest of us bow down submissively to his every whim, he is in charge, and we are only here to suffer. Justice is not finding the criminal, it’s finding someone to blame, even if it’s an innocent soul. Justice is my father, and I see the people he hits every day.