Chapter 1: Handsome Everyday
"Father stop! It hurts! Please stop I can't continue any longer!"
Inside a room filled with different weapons, a young man at the age of sixteen is being wounded by his father which is unexpectedly handsome.
The young man's face were filled pain yet his handsome features didn't fail to show up. His red eyes that he got from an accident together with his skin skin to a paper, his body can absolutely put all actors into shame.
His father, however, have unbelievably cold aura that the young man also inherited. His pale blue eyes were strikingly cold. Pale skin with pink lips, he deserved to be the young man's father.
His father didn't stop cutting his son's skin using the dagger in his hands. Instead, he told him, "Only after suffering tremendous pain will you not feel anything again."
His movements became faster making more cuts on his son's skin putting him to unbearable pain. "My father, didn't I already finish this task? I don't know love, fear, pain, doubt, excitement and any other emotions."
"Then why did you cry? Did I tell you to cry? Why are you crying on meaningless things?" His father got furious after he talked back. Hence, his grip around his son's arm became tighter. "You are Prince, my son and you are made to be the best. Don't go around crying and staining my name. Clean yourself..."
His father left him inside the room crying. Since young, he always recieve such treatment. If he did something wrong, only numerous wounds awaits him. Luckily, the wounds easily heals without leaving any scar.
When everyone inside the place is happy celebrating new years eve, he's inside his room studying different stuff. When everybody is having a feast, he's busy resisting hunger just to fulfill his diet.
It could be said that inside this world, only his father only has the ability to make him feel pain. Even if he get stabbed, he won't cry nor give any reactions. However if his father cut his skin, he would feel endless pain.
He couldn't run away from home nor not follow his father's rule. He owe his life towards his father and he will do everything to repay it.
Standing up, he took the medical kit and made it inside the shower. He didn't hesitate removing his clothes that revealed his well portioned body and perfectly tone abs.
Since young, he never hesitated being naked infront of his father and those monsters. What's the use of using clothes if they had seen more than Prince had seen?
Moreover, his father told him that the body is just an instrument. An instrument used to destroy, kill and pleasure people. He never cared for his body nor took an interest in changing his body.
"Tsss..." He turned the shower on and the cold water collided with his cold skin making such sounds. The blood on his hands was slowly washed away by the water letting Prince see his fresh wounds.
He finsihed showering and applied medicine on his wounds and covered it. The bandage suited his visual well.
He walked inside his room where his walk in closet is. His closet is filled with clothes nearly amounting to two hundred pairs yet he finds it nothing. Putting in mind that if he doesn't wear trendy clothes, his father will again punish him.
He took an American Multi Pocket Vintage Streetwear and wore it. Of course, he wore his underwear first and didn't use any additional shirt. This is one of his fahter's teachings. When using buttoned shirts, don't ever use any additional shirt and let his skin get exposed.
His earlier face filled with pain is now nowhere to be found. Instead, his noble and suffocating aura can be filled. His face gives off true coldness as he pick his phone up from the table and left his room.
This day, the organization prepared a feast for all members. All youngsters and officials will stay inside a big hall to eat and even socialize with others. Prince was about to come here earlier but his father punished him delaying the party since it will only start if he's inside the hall.
"Eak..." the two big doors of the hall gave off a creepy old sound after he pushed it open. The hall only has one entrance and that is the two big doors.
After being opened, he immediately felt thousand gazes falling on him. They we all standing up due to respect. Walking elegantly, he neared his seat.
"Wow! Prince looks good today!" Said a young man while taking some pictures.
"Idiot! He's handsome everyday!"
"God! look at that elegant posture! He's definitely the son of Leader Red!"
"Why is he here today?"
"Look at his hands! Another wound again?"
The gossips didn't bother him as he sit on the chair next to his father's assistant. "Where's father?" He asked shortly with low volume.
"He attended a emergency gathering. He won't be here for five hours I think." Clint, his father's assistant is used to seeing him and talking to him. Prince only trust Clint and Red, his father. Clint is also the one who accompany Prince when Red is away. So, he doesn't need to be so formal infront of Prince like everybody does.
Prince didn't answer nor react but instead, face palmed himself inside his head. His father barely eats in lunch so he's worried that something bad might to happen to him.
"Okay! Everybody is here so let's start the feast!" Clint stood up and announded everyone.
Upon hearing, everybody except Clint and Prince digged in. On their plates are well cooked meats and some other delicacies. Meanwhile, "Prince, here is your apple."
Clint handed him a green apple. The green spple is already sliced into eight pieces for him. His diet can be considered as suicide also. Water for breakfast and dinner while apple for lunch. He does this during Monday, Wednesday and Friday. While the other days of the week, he doesn't eat anything.
"After you eat, let me tell you something important." Clint told him. Prince nodded and finished his apple quickly. After eating, he left the room and brushed his teeth before returning.
Upon returning, he saw that they are already done eating and is now drinking wines. Clint could be seen next to a decorated wall. He saw Prince so he approached him.
"Before telling you, let's lesve this place first."
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