The first feeling after the cold night air was the hands that gripped his shackled arms. Aden had fallen into a half sleep as the car had bounced and swayed to its new destination. As he was hauled over the lip of the boot the chain which connected his leg shackles caught on the boot latch causing the two men to loose momentum and stumble doing everything in their power to prevent their charge hitting the gravel driveway and being damaged.
A figure appeared behind them. Demanding to know what the commotion was about. Damage my goods and you will be in need of new employment and be assured I can arrange that! The two men managed to struggle to their feet dragging their charge upright. The black clad and taped shackled package was now supported between them head bowed trying to get his senses working, The cold air finding every entrance through the black material of the boiler suit to settle on the warmth of his body.
The man that had spoken instructed them to take their charge into the great house. They carried out the instruction with urgency passing the file to the outreaching hand as they passed by. Inside the house they stood in a lighted hallway and awaited the arrival of their employer. He entered head bowed, reading and flicking through the pages and photographs in the folder. Handing it to one of the men he instructed that it be destroyed. The past did not matter!
Leading up from the hallway was a marble staircase large brass hand rails on either side running from top to bottom supported only at the top and bottom. Three steps up stood two more figures. They were handsome, slim figures, high cheekbones gave definition to their dark hair, short at the sides with neat partings down the centre of the longer hair on the top which in turn was accentuated by the black eye lashes and eyebrows, no other facial hair evident, dark green eyes reflecting the lights of the huge chandelier above them. knee length riding boots and beige riding breeches hugged at the slender legs rising up to the slim boyish waists into which were tucked oversized shirts, sleeves rolled up to the elbow the weight of the large collars drawing open the 'V where the buttons were undone halfway down the front revealing naked chests that were quite hairless.
The two boys were probably fifteen and sixteen. They stood on the step looking on at their father, the two men and the newly arrived package. The older boy tapping the riding crop in his right hand against the brown riding boot. The younger one stood legs astride, arms folded.
The two men were instructed to remove the restraints from the black bundle by their employer. They complied. removing the belt and arm shackles followed by the 18 inch leg shackle chain.
Blindly the black package went into a rage unable to see or speak it leapt into action, bouncing off of walls falling to the marble floor, getting up again trying to rip the tape from its eyes and mouth only to find it impossible. The two boys leapt from the staircase to take control.
All Aden felt was the sharp pain as time and time again the sting of the riding crop flailed at every available area of his body while the younger boy grabbed at the clump of dark hair, holding on as it twisted and untwisted. Aden felt the cold marble on his face as he was pressed to the floor. The crop never ceased its rain of terror as he felt the cuffs of the restraining belt being replaced and the belt buckle being pulled ever tighter around his waist. The crop was not particular about its target as it crashed down catching the left cheek of his face leaving a red welt. He finally submitted when the weight of the two men finally pinned him down and the hand released its grip on his hair.
His body heaved, gasping for air as the weight of the two men was released and the beating stopped. His nostrils pumping as he could only breathe through his nose. Eventually his breathing slowed. He could now feel the cold of the marble as it penetrated through the black boiler suit. Five figures now stood looking down at the helpless figure now prone on the floor.
The two men were dismissed. The two boys chests heaving and sweating asked their father what needed to be done. Taking the length of chain that once shackled Aden's legs he wrapped it around the neck of the package, wrapped it around a stair spindle locked it in place. Nothing tonight. Not tonight but give some thought to tomorrow when we can start breaking our new servant! Goodnight boys.
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