Research facility

@godfrey gao It was finally becoming his reality. His plan was reaching fruition. For years he bemoaned the Godfrey brought home. For years he found each and every one of them and spent hours making them scream, making them bleed. Perhaps after this, the crime boss would stop taking them home with him at the very least. Asa hoped to establish that their home, their bed was not a place for street s to spread their legs. He knew his father had a problem and wouldn’t stop having with others any time soon, but the boy wanted the man to at least hold off more and use him instead. It would take awhile to train the older male to come only to him for and to train himself to be a better lover. This was the first step. The child hummed and closed his eyes momentarily as he mouthed at the hard length contently. The heart and comfortable weight in his small hands sent a tingle down between his legs.
“Mmhmm… More please,” he mumbled as his eyes fluttered open again to meet his father’s.
Asa wasn’t sure yet what his father was going to do next. Even as he was lowered onto his back. He let the slip from his fingers as his hands reached up to hold Godfrey’s forearms. Mild confusion filled his gaze at the older man’s question, not for lack of comprehension, but context. Was that what his father wanted him to do?
“Yes,” he said with a hesitant nod, remembering the times he experimented on his own body what he saw in videos.
It was fun to test out some of the limits of his body. Asa already read from medical sites and knew from his own experience that he could get an . It was normal even for males fetuses apparently. However he was too young to produce which he found slightly disappointing. He’d seen some of the stars it up and the boy was curious how it tasted.

The young child relaxed under his father’s touch as he had always loved the feeling of fingers in his hair. It was soothing everytime Godfrey d his dark brown locks. His adoring blue eyes observed the older man as he wetted his finger, vaguely desiring to on it himself. Asa nodded leisurely at his father’s soft words. He knew he was special. More so than those trashy that sullied their house with their presence. The child’s hole faintly twitched at the gentle, but foreign touch. His toes curled as Godfrey’s lips brushed over his foot, a happy noise escaping the young boy as he muttered about how it tickled. Asa took the crime boss’ free hand and brought it down to kiss the rough palm. His pink lips curved as he smiled against the warm skin, his trusting gaze directed at the man above him.
“I can take it, Daddy,” he reassured, simultaneously pushing back against the thick finger to further encourage the other.
Asa’s hand ghosted down his body and back up to rub at his while his other hand held on to his father’s unoccupied one. Acting on his earlier desire, the boy slipped one of the rough digits past his lips and into his warm mouth. His small tongue swirled around the long phalange, gently ling on the finger.

@asa butterfield The man had to wonder as he stared into the curious eyes of his son. Could a boy feel such ual desires? Certainly he was too young to be considered adolescent, so how could Asa seem so aroused at even just the tender age of 10? Like father, like son perhaps? Godfrey watched as the boy shyly began to engage in his , a sweet smile stretching across his lips as he did so. It was so eager and yet so natural at the same time. It was as if the boy didn't know what he was doing, but he knew what he was doing enough to do it. "You're such a good boy, Asa. Daddy falls deeper in love with you every moment he sees you." And that was a fact. Nothing would ever amount to the deep infatuation the man felt for his son. Regardless of his regretful ual habits, every ounce of his affection went to his son. Whatever the boy asked for, whatever he wanted, he would surely receive. Godfrey made sure of that. Even their interactions with each other in this moment were not to be avoided. If Asa truly wanted the two of them to have , who was he to tell his precious son no? In fact, such a word never slipped from his lips, not towards his little boy. There had been numerous occasions where the other had snuck into business meetings just to sit his his beloved father lap, even if he'd rather the boy not interfere. It wasn't because he was afraid of him hearing of their discussions, no. It was simply because of the way his business partners would watch him, drooling over the sight of his son's pretty knees or subtly curved body. "Since you like it, should daddy give you more? You must want more."

Godfrey placed both of his hands on the boys hips, making sure to gently place him back onto the silk sheets. The dark blue was pleasing in comparison to the boys pale skin indeed. Such a contrast created a beautiful contrast for him to watch. "Have you ever tried... touching your body Asa?" It would make him feel a little less nervous if the boy had. He knew his son of all people could handle it, no doubt, but even so, he was uneasy. The crime lord combed one hand though the others hair, making sure to keep him nice and comfortable while he prepared his finger with saliva as lubricant. "Daddy is going to make sure to go easy on you... You're not like the he brings home... You're special." He pressed the tip of his middle finger against the boys tender entrance, kissing the boys foot with a gentle hum. "Tell me if its too much, I can go slower, my precious. Being a good love can take time."

@godfrey gao The mild reprimand had Asa scrunching up his nose as he remembered the stash he discovered. While the was somewhat helpful in terms of diagrams and examples, he found the scientific websites detailing the specifics of ual much more realistic. Plus the over exaggerated moans of the women in some of the ographic movies were grating on Asa’s poor ears. The men were more tolerable, but as stereotypical as the women. Put plainly, the was near useless when searching for realism.
“I know, Daddy. I read a lot of science articles too. There were lots of big words but I had a dictionary. I know it’s not easy like in the movies you hid in the tall cabinet, but it won’t hurt that bad since Daddy will be gentle,” Asa informed confidently and added, “I do have a big boy body, I’m ten already. I’m almost as big as you, Daddy.”
Now obviously he wasn’t near Godfrey’s height and build, but Asa thought he could stretch the truth a bit in order to get what he wanted. If he could convince the crime boss he was big enough and ready, Asa could carry through his plan and no woman would step into their home again. That was the part that he hated the most, the fact that these dirtied his home with their presence. The fact that the bed he slept in with Godfrey was also the place those makeup caked es spread their legs. The little boy couldn’t help but to be a bit angry with his father for that even if he never brought it up with the man. So the half hearted promise only made the child smile bitterly up at Godfrey for they both knew the truth.

Asa leaned back to rest his weight on his hands as they curled loosely around the comforter. His thin calves dangled over the edge of the bed as he peered up at his father and accepted the kisses given to him. The question was almost expected so the answer wasn’t hard to find. Almost immediately after their first formal introduction, Asa had claimed the crime boss as his. His father, his protector, his love, his obsession. Nothing had ever been just his. His room, his clothes, his food all belonged to the facility. Asa had no rights to property, not even his body was his own. So when the man came to take him, the boy didn’t hesitate in deciding the tall male was his. The ual urges however, were something that came later, or at least understood later, and were further encouraged by the multitude of Godfrey brought home.
“You were always mine, Daddy. Only mine,” he stated matter of factly and it was true in Asa’s mind. His father belonged to him only and he should’ve been with him long ago instead of those loose women.

Little goosebumps formed on his pale skin as the oversized shirt was slipped off his adolescent body. Asa shifted closer to his father’s warmth and shook his head to the man’s question. He wasn’t scared, but he was nervous. The boy felt that there was a difference. He was ready for what was to come, just unwilling to mess up. The cerulean eyed child pressed his form closer as his father’s warm grip pulled him in. Milky thighs fell to the side of the body between them as curious blue eyes fixated on the large before him. Little fingers wrapped around the thick length and experimentally squeezed. Dark pupils dropped down to his own lap as if to compare the two.
“It’s so pretty, Daddy,” he murmured in a tone tinged with faint awe. The real thing looked much more attractive than the ones on the internet. Then again, he was biased.
Asa’s forefinger traced a path down the underside and continued to explore the whole length. Small pink lips pressed a shy kiss to the tip before giggles bubbled past them and into the air. He happily gave the a couple and nuzzled the organ with his cheek.
“I like it,” he chirped, azure irises framed by dark lashes focusing on Godfrey’s features as they filled with adoration.

@asa butterfield Godfrey could just barely keep his heart from bursting out of his chest. Asa had not only said something he'd so badly wanted to hear, he said exactly what his father wanted to hear. In the 4 years the two of them had spent together, the man had considered himself devoted to the affections of his son. Only now did he see how devoted his little boy was to him. It was so sweet and so amazing, even if he knew the other was only doing such a thing in order to steal his attention. In fact, this spoiled, selfish behavior was exactly what turned his affection into something much for. As a father, the crime lord spent most of his time trying to please his precious creation, not the other way around. "Asa... My love..." It wasn't unusual to hear a curse or two slip from his lips, but such vulgar language? Godfrey had no idea how the boy had even come to learn it. "You shouldn't steal daddy's ..." His large hand cupped the boys chin, his other gripping the boys little hips. He had every intention of giving his son what he wished for, but that didn't mean he had a few things he needed to explain. " isn't suppose to be like how you see it in the movies, daddy loves you dearly... He doesn't want it to hurt... You don't have a big boy body yet." However, that made it all the more fun, didn't it? Taking the body of a 10 year old had to have all the benefits of taking a 20 year old, especially with the boy talking so seductively towards him. "Daddy's going to give you what you want, but you don't have to do everything you think..." He smiled as he combed a hand through the boys dark hair, staring lovingly into the others eyes. "And if it makes you happy, daddy won't even look at another woman." Such a promise didn't hold too much meaning, but they were both aware of that. He would at least stop trying to bring women home.

As the boy sat there on the bed, Godfrey found the courage to lean over him, pressing soft kisses to his cheek and neck. "How long has my precious angel been thinking of daddy in this way?" For him, it was since the beginning. Sure maybe the first few weeks it was all innocent, but Asa had far to many clingy tendencies that really turned him on: sitting in his lap, curling up to him, kissing him... It almost made him weak everytime the boy would come into his room, pouting and covered in blood asking for a bath. The man found it incredibly satisfying to say the least. His fingers gripped the hem of the boys night shirt, lifting it up over his head. "You're not scared?" A part of him felt bad as he stared down at his son. Maybe if he'd put more attention toward him, he wouldn't be so eager to have his father take his ity. Godfrey placed his hands on the boys tiny hips, pulling him to the edge of the bed in order to allow him to get a feel at the thick tenting his jeans. "You can touch it if it'll make you feel better..." He undid the zipper and allowed himself to poke free.

@godfrey gao With his body pressed so close to Godfrey’s and nearly slipping off the sofa, the ten year old could feel the way the man’s chest rose as he breathed and the way his jeans began to tent. Asa continued his little ministrations and nuzzled into his father’s neck. His rosy lips brushed along the warm skin as he reveled in the closeness that he so enjoyed and hated to share.
“Want it, Daddy. Want you,” he mumbled, feeling quite sure in his decision.
The adolescent was confident in his choice due to his hours of intensive research. He had wanted to know all the facts and information needed for his self-given task and so the child studied as much as he could. There were multitudes of sources on the internet and any questions he needed answered could be resolved with a secret trip to the more unsavoury areas. Not that the entire city wasn’t unsavoury, but the prefered to have sections they reign over. So armed with the knowledge he gained, Asa put his plan into motion.

The little boy leaned in to place his lips next to his father’s ear and said breathlessly, “I learned a lot so I could please you, Daddy. We would kiss first on the lips and neck and everywhere. We would have our clothes off too and we can touch each other. If I and bite I can leave marks on you so everyone knows you’re mine. You can make some on me too. I could touch this,” he paused to push his small hips against Godfrey’s growing bulge and added, “and put it in my mouth and . Then you would put it inside me and take me as yours, Daddy.”
Asa’s voice became more whispered as he explained all that he expected them to do. He never learned how to make his voice sound seductive and found that he sounded ridiculous when he tried. However the innocent eagerness in his voice that contradicted the vulgarities he spoke would arouse even the most pious of men.
“Yes please, Daddy.” Asa tightened his arms and legs around the older man in preparation to be carried to the bedroom. He always loved when his father would hoist him up in his arms and luckily his small frame allowed it. Absently, the ten year old wondered if he would ever grow too big or if the researcher’s meddling changed that for him.

@asa butterfield It was amusing indeed to hear his little boy talking down on the various street s he brought home, in fact, it was more than amusing. Asa had a very direct way of approaching things he disliked and it never bothered the man because everything his son wanted would never go unheard. His choice in s, here recently, were mediocre at best. They were clearly used, possibly even more than they were willing to admit. The other probably looked at him as if he were an idiot. After all, Godfrey could get any person he could ever want and yet, here he was bringing home the ugliest es to have walked the Earth. Regardless of how others would view it, Asa was right... he was always right. "No need to be so harsh, my prince. They have to make their money some how." Now that the boy saw her face, however, she wouldn't be needing any money from that moment on. The air in the room seemed to change to something a bit darker as he felt the boys little legs tightening around him. In the past years, his son's desires we're becoming more and more noticable, as was the others undying jealousy and possessiveness. If Godfrey didn't know any better, he would have thought thought that Asa was a grown man, begging for a little attention. In no way was the boy normal, but most 10 year olds lacked the knowledge of seduction and feeling his sons precious little hands combing through his hair made his mouth water. How could he be so knowledgeable? As the other kissed his jaw he nearly lost it. Nothing could describe how much he'd craved to have him all these years. The only thing stopping him was his fear of putting any sort of pain upon his precious son. "Asa... buddy..." His pleads made the man shamefully harden, though to be fair, he was already a little hard in the first place. He believed Asa could handle the pain, but this still proved to be difficult for him. "Are you sure that you want daddy to do this...?" Because Godfrey so badly wanted it to. How could he ever touch another woman with someone as perfect as this to be buried inside of? His hands slipped beneath the boys oversized 'pajamas', gripping his little thighs and spreading them ever so gently. "Tell daddy what it is you know about ... hm? What do you think were going to be doing?" What he was thinking and what Asa was thinking could gave very easily been entirely different things. He wanted to make sure. "Let's not do it in here... You'd look so pretty in daddy's bedroom with the sunlight on your skin. Don't you think?" His lips brushed against the others so sweetly as he mumbled.

@godfrey gao Another woman had stepped into their home again. She wasn’t the first and as much as Asa wanted, she wouldn’t be the last. The boy dangled his feet off the sofa, kicking them childishly as he glowered at the who had her manicured nails on his father. His eyes scanned her features and committed them to memory which wasn’t too hard. He wouldn’t forget anytime soon.
“Daddy,” he acknowledged, not mentioning a word about or to the woman, ignoring her disappointed expression.
A smirk graced his cherubic face as Godfrey sent her away. If only the man would understand that he was only Asa’s and stopped going after anything else that moved. He knew what the man wanted from those people he brought home, from the magazines and videos featuring women doing lewd acts. The child knew what the older man seeked, especially after his hours of research on the subject. Asa just didn’t know why he wouldn’t just take it from him.
“You don’t need them, they’re weak… disgusting. You only need me, Daddy. I’ll take care of you,” he said with conviction.
If his father felt like he needed other people for certain desires, Asa would just make the man crave him so bad he wouldn’t go to anyone else.

The ten year old wiggled closer to the edge of the sofa and closer to Godfrey. His arms slipped around the crime boss’ neck and his slender legs around the man’s built torso, making the borrowed shirt he was wearing ride up his bare thighs. He knew the older man enjoyed the sight of him with the adult’s large shirts hanging off his small frame, like some sort of claim. From his research into ographic subjects, Asa figured that bare legs made a tempting picture as well as a lack of underwear. He barely listened to Godfrey’s words as his fingers played with the hair at his father’s nape and his pale thighs squeezed the man between them. Studying the methods of seduction was one thing, but applying them was another. Asa felt a little ridiculous as he leisurely nosed along the other’s jaw and occasionally pressed kisses to the stubble covered area. Perhaps he should stop and consider what he wanted for his birthday. Asa wanted to convey the claim he had on his father, but he also wanted to talk about his gift. There was a way to do both.
“I want.. I want Daddy to stop using those dumb ladies and use me instead,” he declared, fingers curling around Godfrey’s dark locks and added, “I can be what you need so you won’t need anyone else. They’re all stupid anyway. Please, Daddy? It’s what I want…”
Asa pleaded with his bright blue eyes, pressing enticing kisses on his father’s warm lips.

@asa butterfield It had been a few years since their first meeting and as time went on and it seemed his sons undying possessiveness had only grown stronger. Tonight, Godfrey had brought a woman home, thinking the little boy would be fast asleep, only to find him on the couch, waiting for him to arrive home. With the situation being as it was, the man of course sent her home. "Asa..." The man placed his hands on each one of the others hips, crouching down in front of him with a sweet smile on his face. He'd somehow managed not to touch the boy in the ways he truly wanted to, but here recently, his devotion had grown strong enough to make the dark haired criminal ponder whether or not he truly wanted to take their love that far. The two of them made out often, he could see that Asa held a certain kind of love for him as well. "Daddy has certain needs...You can't go being jealous towards the people he brings home... Who will care of him?" He leaned in, nuzzling his nose into the boys chest and pressing a gentle kiss to it. Most nights, his son would seemingly sneak into his wardrobe in order to find a shirt to wear. In only a few days, it was going to be the mark of their fourth year together. His little Asa was turning 10. "Since you went against daddy's wishes and stayed up past your bedtime, why don't you tell him what it is you want?" It was only going to be the two of them at the party, but then again, that was all they ever desired. Godfrey may have brought various women home, but he didn't need them or their presence. What he needed what his little boy who, everyday, grew to be more and more beautiful. "A new camera for your masterpieces?" Asa was very good about doing what he was suppose to do. Online classes, staying devoted to his father, committing his little murders, and then coming home to bathe and tuck himself in. Such a responsible little boy made him so beyond proud. It was evident that no one had a better son than he did. "How about some new toys to play with?"

It must have been a few years ago that even his collection was starting to disappear. Perhaps his precious son disliked him even looking at other woman, though it did surprise him that the boy knew what the various magazines and dvd's even meant. He hadn't been for the boy to become so over exposed to it if that were the case. Godfrey stood and readjusted himself so that he was sitting on the couch next to Asa, the fireplace flickering in front of them. "Perhaps a video game, or some music." Kids these days seemed to love such things. "A pretty butterfly knife?" His lips pressed against the top of the other head as he smiled, his large hand resting on the boys thigh. "Or maybe you just want daddy?" His answer had varied previous years, but Godfrey always asked him anyway. He was curious to know what the boy thought.

@godfrey gao Scars faded and sometimes they completely disappear while others stick around. Each one had a memory that accompanied it and although the scar may become invisible, the memory behind it lingered. The truth of this made Godfrey’s statement seem false or at least, misworded to the young boy. Asa rather thought that his scars did define who he was, but not all of him. Nonetheless, the message his father was trying to convey was evident and the six year old felt a little lighter. The scars may look ugly to him because of the painful recollections associated with them, but Asa wouldn’t let them ruin his perception of himself. He was different, stronger and smarter because he lacked sympathy. Especially in this city, sympathy would lead you to pain and death. Only Godfrey understood that, not those weak fools at the facility. Only his father would understand how he could watch someone die with no remorse. There was no such thing for people like them. It was kill or be killed, the very primal instincts of every living thing. Asa and Godfrey just had direct access.

Asa was worried for nothing. A soft smile curled his pale pink lips as a large, coarse hand slipped under the oversized shirt and rested on his bare skin. The kiss made his lips spread wider into a dazed grin. He stretched up as if to follow the older man’s lips, stealing another peck. The little boy craved the kisses, longed for the touches, anything to strengthen their forming bond. Godfrey was his. He wouldn’t let anyone dispute it. Not even the man himself.
“Yes, Daddy..” he said breathily, desiring more than anything to have a strong claim on the man whose arms he rested in.
Asa knew he’d have to fight for it though. At first glance the man already looked like someone who didn’t bother to stick with anyone long, which consequently meant that he had different people at a fast rate. The boy decided to start small, using the man’s current infatuation to limit the amount of people he brought home until gradually there would be no other people. He kissed his father’s jaw before settling down and curling up slightly. A little yawn escaped his lips as he let his eyes fall closed. Enclosed in his father’s safe embrace, it wasn’t long until the child fell to sleep.

@asa butterfield Godfrey could only best describe their actions as love. It was often that he showed this kind of affection to anyone, in fact, it was probably a safer bet to say he never showed this kind of affection of anyone at all. It had to be something very serious for the older man to allow this kind of intimacy, even between him and a child. Hearing Asa's response, calling himself not pretty almost made his heart sink. There was so much littered behind that statement, so much pain. He felt as though he wasn't good enough? How could such a perfect creature have such a distorted view of himself? God, did he resent those scientists. Here the kid was, only 6 years old, doubting his perfection. A person his age shouldn't even have to think about his looks, especially having the blood of a man like Godfrey pumping through his veins. The crime lord on the other hand, loved himself entirely too much. His body was nice, his skin was nice, he was 32 years old and had everything person could ever want in an entire lifetime. That's what he thought before he'd had the chance to meet little Asa. Now, his only thing he could ever want was a happy little boy to have whatever it is his litter heart desired. "Your scars don't define who you are, you'll learn that with time." He pressed another soft kiss to the boys ear, smiling as he rubbed his little belly. There were too many scars on Godfrey's body to even count. They were the result of attempted escapes and a cocky mouth that got the best of him.

The man felt himself beaming as the boy said his loving words in return. Yep, this thing between them had to be love. True love... possibly even love at first sight. His dark eyes shifted to follow Asa as he turned to look at him, closing them only to allow the boy to touch his face. It felt so sweet and innocent...so close. Once again, Godfrey's eyes fluttered open, landing on the body as his frame wiggle closer to place a kiss upon his lips. The kiss seemed less like the previous ones before. No, this kiss had intent behind it, unless he was indeed going crazy. "My little prince, you really want to be all daddy's don't you?" His biggest fear was taking it to far with the little... there was only so much he would be able to take after all. The dark haired man s a hand up the gigantic shirt covering the boys tiny frame, feeling the warm skin against his rough hand. "You want daddy to marry you and give you his kisses all the time, hm?" He kissed his little lips once more, pulling him closer. "When you get older, daddy will show you very important things... and marry his precious prince." His lips pressed against the others forehead. No 6 year old would have any desire to do any of that and honestly, he didn't think Asa understood it.

After a while, his eyes became heavy and fluttered shut, one hand still pressed against the others warm waist. It seemed that the crime lord had been so busy being a dad, he forgot to tend to himself. He still had blood on his clothes and face. At this point, he could only be glad that it didn't smell, or maybe it did, the smell had just become so common to him, it didn't even phase him anymore. It was there, with his brand new little lover, that he fell asleep in his bed, just as the sun set below the horizon.

@godfrey gao The tone in which Godfrey spoke made his son look up in mild concern. It was obvious the man blamed himself for Asa's mistake. He should've known better than to eat more than he was able and was actually stupid enough to think that he was expected to finish it all. Of course not, even those pigs at the labs who ate even while they worked probably could not eat all this food in one sitting. The child disliked that his own idiocy was made to seem like it was the older man's fault and he immediately sought to fix it.
"Not your fault, Daddy. I thought I could eat that much when I really couldn't. You didn't fail at all. I'm happy that Daddy tried so hard to make me happy," he reassured, hugging the adult's arm to his chest.
Asa nodded in response to his father's words, humming happily at the kiss he recieved on his head.
"I'll do my best," the child said, wrapping his arms around Godfrey's neck as he was picked up. He pressed his face into the crook of the man's neck, breathing in his scent. It was warm and a bit spicy he thought, with a touch of leftover cologne of some kind. He didn't know or care for the brand, prefering the natural scent than a synthesized one.

The first time he was in the room, Asa hadn't noticed the large floor to ceiling window. Now that he had, he wondered how he could've missed it. Then again, he had a certain attractive new father stealing all his attention so it was plausible he disregarded it for the more interesting thing in the room. Like the owner of the arms that just curled around his delicate form and held it against a much broader chest. Asa inclined his head back to look at his father's face cast in the hues of the sunset much like he imagined his own was. The pinkish light only highlighted the rosy tinge on his cheeks that resulted from Godfrey's murmured words and peck that sent little tingles down his spine. He suppressed the shiver and only wiggled back to press himself more tightly against his father.
"M'not pretty," he mumbled quietly, eyes dropping to the much larger hands he gently touched with his own.
The human experiment could never see himself as much more than a vessel that held some essential organs and a truckload of chemicals they had pumped into him since as far back as he could remember. Some scars from researchers who were careless with their syringes still marred his skin and Asa couldn't see anything pretty about them. The words of love made him want to believe he was pretty though. He didn't want to be anything less than perfect for this man who understood him so well, who treated him as more than experiment #676, his father who he would cherish in return for the care bestowed upon him. He would strive to be the beautiful Asa that his father loved.
"I love you too, Daddy."
Asa twisted in Godfrey's embrace to face the man, pausing to study his face. Tiny digits carefully traced the strong jaw and tall nose, leisurely following the lines of his features. He stopped in his exploration to brush his lips against the older man's and pulled away to smile up at him. The moment seemed intimate even to a young boy with limited experience like Asa. Wary that he might have gone too far, the child bit his lip in nervous anticipation of Godfrey's reaction.

@asa butterfield It still bothered him that those Scientists had stuck this little boy day in and day out with needles, not at all taking into consideration the discomfort he would feel. Godfrey may have been a piece of , but he didn't try to glorify it. Why could they receive recognition for injecting a kid with poison for breakfast lunch in dinner, but when he so much as touched the hairs on the top of a kids head, it was the utmost taboo? The places outside of Shangri-La had it all up and twisted. The world should have worked differently. The last straw was the time he'd received the call telling him that they were going to put him down. Only then, had Godfrey understood the true extent of Asa's behavior. The murders, the thirst for blood. Those stupid pricks, they named it as a problem, but he saw it as brilliance. His son, his little fragile science experiment, was an amazing addition to his life and as of right now, the man could only be proud of his decision to become his father. Maybe not a good father...Hell, Godfrey detested the word, but a father no less. He was someone who could support the boy and ensure he receives the proper protection as he grew. After all, there was nothing to teach Asa. Even if the man sent him to a school, his habits would only get him kicked out. The only other option would be a private tutor, but that would be useless as well if every one of them came up missing. Perhaps, when the time came, online schooling would suit him better. "Such a sweet heart..." A smile stretched across his greasy lips as he sat so close to his son, wanting to see his reaction to every bite.

It didn't occur to him to tell the other not to eat so much, he'd figured the boy would nibble at the like a bird, but much to his surprise, he packed away 3 large pieces of pizza all on his own. This was too much, it was his fault. No kid should eat that much and so it only proved he was already failing as a parent. Godfrey could feel the anger boiling in his chest. This situation was so tiny and yet, he could hardly handle it. However, it was obvious that if he blew up and started breaking stuff apart, his precious son would think he was mad at him and so, to the best of his ability, the crime lord squashed it. "Daddy is sorry he's failed you, prince. He forgot to tell you about the effects of over eating... We can always try something new tomorrow." Maybe the excitement of spoiling his son with so many things at once was a bad thing. Was it really necessary to buy 5 medium sized pizzas, expecting the boy to taste every one of them? No, it wasn't. But Godfrey was an irrational human being. Most things that he did were blown way out of proportion, hence the reason no one ever came close to him. Now that he had Asa to take care of, he hoped that the loneliness of his psychotic behavior and overdramatic lifestyle wouldn't run the boy off as well. "Lets go to bed hmm?" His finger clicked another button on the remote and the TV switched off, disappearing into the wall from whence it came. "Next time, try not to eat so much, dearest. You'll feel sick, like you do now." The man placed his large hand on the little boys swollen tummy, leaning down to kiss the top of his head as he did so. Maybe it would at least bring him a tiny bit of comfort. Godfrey scooped the boys frame up into his arms, leading him back towards the master bedroom from before. "You seem to like daddy's bed, so I'm sure you won't mind it." He smiled once again, setting him down on top of the sheets and turning on the lamp. One wall of this room was entirely made of window. If he desired, he could see all of the town below. Though, there wasn't much to look at. It was still a nice view. Outside of Shangri-La there was a pretty lake, perfect for fishing... and right now, as the sun began to set, there was a pretty shade of pink and orange glowing on top of it. The man carefully took his son into his arms, both of their bodies close together as they watched the pretty scene outside of the window. Asa was so small, his entire back was only pressed to Godfrey's chest and torso. "Isn't it lovely, Asa?" They boys face was orange and pink to match tint of the sunset. "It's almost as pretty as you." He smiled, mumbling against his ear and kissing it as a lover would. "Daddy loves you more than anything." Enough to honestly marry the boy if it was actually possible.

@asa butterfield ()Because roleplay republic doesn't support novella

@godfrey gao [Why are there character limits ;;;;;;;;;]

@godfrey gao As Godfrey fiddled with the television, which the boy took a moment to watch with interest as it appeared from the wall before breaking off to bypass all the expensive looking seats and sit on the floor. His little fingers tangled themselves in the rugs as he tested for himself if they were as soft as they looked. He wasn’t disappointed. He wiggled his toes in the material, happily smiling as he did so. Asa’s gaze was drawn back to the screen as the sounds of cartoons played from the speakers. The bright colours were fascinating to the young boy and he drifted over to the sofa to watch more comfortably as Godfrey left to retrieve their meal. The characters were a bit inane and the plots dull at best, but somehow it still drew the child in. Asa didn’t really understand it, but perhaps it was because it was the first time he was looking at a screen and wasn’t seeing a bunch of data or diagrams. The distracted child almost disregarded his father when he returned, but the smell of food caused his tummy to protest again, so he ripped his attention away to study the contents of each box curiously.
“Okay. I’ll be good,” he promised, scooting closer to Godfrey. Asa clumsily rose to his knees, taking a moment to free the hem of the large shirt from under his limbs and pressed up against his father to give the man a kiss. “Thank you, Daddy,” he said airily before sitting back down, kicking his legs as he chose a slice from the box of sausage topped pizza.
He wasn’t sure how they were going to finish it all, but he would try his best, starting with this slice. Asa chomped down on it enthusiastically, carefully chewing as he tasted the new flavours. It reminded him of this one time they gave him something called spaghetti. It was a memorable thing since it was one of the few times the food wasn’t something bland and cheap they mass produced for the test subjects. The flavour was similar to the red sauce on the long pasta noodles. If Asa could eat like this everyday, he was sure to be happy. The boy gratefully ate through the slice, his eyes fixated on the cartoon before him and grabbed another from the meat lovers box. He was able to get through another slice from the Hawaiian before feeling the effects of having three large slices of pizza in his small stomach. The blue eyed child pressed a hand to his abdomen, frowning down at the array of pizza on the table and furtively glancing at Godfrey. Did he eat this much everyday? Was he expected to eat this much? Perhaps this was something they changed about him too. The portion sizes he normally got was like the amount you’d feed to a small goldfish when compared to this. Even just the three slices was more than he usually ate. Then there were still those cinnamon sticks to contend with that he really wanted to try, but Asa didn’t think he could eat much more.
“Daddy…? Daddy, I’m full,” he muttered, looking down at his bare feet dangling off the sofa.

@godfrey gao Pleased with his father’s response, Asa couldn’t help the bright grin that morphed his small pout. While he wasn’t sure if the man was serious or not and was determined it was the latter, the boy still felt reassured by his father’s words. Even if the promise of marriage was fake, it still proved Godfrey’s devotion. Asa liked that. His father belonged to him just as much as he belonged to the older man. That thought filled his head as he leaned into his father's embrace, stroking the towel that was softer than anything he had before. Even his blankets had been scratchy. Asa nuzzled his face into his sire’s warm neck, relishing in the close contact. The affectionate touches were something new and he wanted as much of it as he could. He even nearly pouted when he was put down, but soon became distracted with the smoothness of the sheets and the way he sunk comfortably into the mattress. No more waking up with a sore back for him. He shifted on the bed to stretch his legs out in front of him and experimentally rubbed against the expensive fabric. It was like nothing he’d ever touched before. So many things were so new to him, having never been exposed to such luxuries. It was always the bare minimum in return for far more than it was worth. As shameless as he was in the bathroom, Asa couldn’t help but to feel a little embarrassed as his father’s gaze bore into him though he did nothing to hide himself. It was unlike the clinical inspections of the scientists, but something more dark. He wasn’t uncomfortable per se, but Godfrey’s intense stare made his pale skin flush with colour.
“No,” he mumbled, the sound muffled as the shirt passed over his head.
He wasn’t lying and would’ve liked to know what the man might have done if he before him longer. Asa decided he would have to test that at a later date as he liked the warmth of the large shirt. The kiss he got afterwards was also a positive. The boy discovered he liked the kisses and endeavored to get as many as he could. Taking Godfrey's hand, the child hopped off the large bed and cheerily toddled after the grown man.

@asa butterfield Seeing the cold response to his somewhat innocent question, Godfrey his lips. He had just gotten this little miracle home and he was already head over heels for him. It wasn't too hard to understand because he knew well himself that he was head over heels for the boy in return. Who wouldn't be? He was such a glorious, beautiful creature with the most sinsister, y heart. If anything, there was nothing the man felt he shouldn't let the boy do at this point. His whole life, people had told him what not to do and why he couldn't do it... blah..blah..blah. But now, their time would have to be spent, teaching him how to pursue his every desire and why he could do whatever he pleased for as long as he wanted to. Asa was his ultimate sweet spot. "No need to feel jealous, my prince. Daddy could never replace you, not in a million years." Even if the whole bit with the bubbles had made the other boy smile and relax a bit, Godfrey aimed to let him know that simple fact. "And daddy will marry Asa, his precious little son." He smiled, wrapping the towel around the boy's tiny frame and pulling him closer. It was obvious that if he had truthfully even brought a woman home, the other was going to kill her anyway. God would that be exciting.

A gentle hum once again fell from his lips, the crime lord holding his little toweled boy in his arm with a loving smile. "Ah, Asa must be sleepy after such a relaxing bath..." He sat the other down on the enormous king sized bed, fitted with silk sheets and the finest satin pillows produced. Such a scene made Asa seem even more fragile, though the man knew well that the child was no such thing. In the closet, he grabbed a shirt for him, coming back to the bed and removing the towel to replace it with the clothing. For a long while, his eyes were plastered on the little boys . "Does it make you uncomfortable when daddy stares, my love?" He could feel his mouth watering at the thought of placing the little thing between his lips. No...No... He couldn't do that to his son. It was wrong...and...it would hurt him. Instead of doing anything he would regret, the dark haired man pulled the shirt over his little Asa's head, kissing his thin little lips and combing a strong, coarse hand through his soft locks of hair. "Daddy will put on a movie for you to watch in the living room, the food should be here very soon." His hand took the others once more, leading him down from the gigantic bed and down the hall to the marble incrusted living room. It fit more of the modern, contemporary style Godfrey was used to and with furniture imported from all over, it was truly something to marvel at. With the press of a button, the TV came out of a place in the wall, switching on to some random channel. He however, a movie he felt the boy would enjoy. SpongeBob..something..something... land some like that, he couldn't be bothered to actually learn the name. It was a bright show with cute characters and what kid didn't like cartoons. Even Godfrey watched the occasional cartoon. "You can sit anywhere, precious. The food is just about here." And just as he said it, the buzzer to indicate a visitor rang through the house. "Let him up.." The man pressed a button on the wall and up he came, holding the 5 different boxes of food for their wonderful night in together. He took all of them and handed the man a tip, closing the elevator an joining his son once more. "Okay~ Here we are." He spread the boxes out on the table, enough for the boy to get a look at. "Eat whichever one you like best, but make sure to save the sweets for last. Daddy won't like having to punish you on your first night with him." His strong hands pulled the table closer to the couch so the boy didn't have to move too much. Though, Godfrey was perfectly happy with the Hawaiian and dug into that first. smiling at his son as he chewed.

@godfrey gao Gaining the approval to spend nights with his father if he so wished was relieving to the young boy. He always had countless restrictions so to have the liberty to choose was something new and refreshing. Asa relished in the idea that he was allowed to come and go as he liked. The expensive artworks and furniture in the condo were luxuries, but they were nothing compared to the luxury of freedom. He hugged his father’s leg, watching him contentedly as he filled the bath with essential oils and bubbles. He didn’t know bubble baths were even a thing. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think Godfrey had magic. The small boy snuggled closer to his father’s leg and enjoyed the man’s body heat. Seeing the older male’s question as rhetorical, he didn’t reply and listened as the other kept speaking, allowing the large warm hands to run down his bare skin. Asa’s cerulean orbs regarded his father with mild trust and a touch of curiosity as their eyes stared into each other’s. The chocolatey irises seemed so warm as they studied him, the child felt an incomprehensible emotion spark inside him. It was snuffed out the next time Godfrey spoke, the boy’s eyes hardening at question. Even as he was placed in the warm bath, his youthful body stayed tense.
“No. I don’t need anyone else,” he said stiffly.
Asa knew this feeling. Possessiveness. He wouldn’t share his father with anyone. At least for an extended amount of time. If the man even tried, he’d kill them, no matter who they were.

Asa sat quiet and still as his father washed him, his eyes lingering on the man even as he fished out his phone to order their dinner. The child blinked multiple times when Godfrey flicked a bubble at him before his gaze softened and a small, relaxed smile quirked his lips. He began to pop some of the bubbles in the tub while his father continued to order food over the phone. It seemed a lot of things could be done over the phone. Asa wondered what pizza was, but the different flavours the older man was listing sounded delicious. Honestly, he could’ve eaten anything at that moment. The blue eyed boy let his eyes fall shut as he melted under his father’s fingers. They felt so good in his hair and paired with Godfrey’s smooth voice, he would’ve fallen asleep if he wasn’t so determined to stay awake. He wanted to try this pizza thing and whatever cinnamon stick his father mentioned.
“Okay, Daddy,” he murmured and followed the man’s instructions, letting the shampoo rinse out of the brown strands of his hair.
After washing away the suds, Asa rose to stand in the tub and surreptitiously yawned while he waited for a towel. The warm water, steam and fragrant oils just increased his drowsiness. He absently wondered if the scent of the oils would stick to his skin.

@asa butterfield Hearing the other's dependency on his presence made him happy. Of course he would let his son sleep with him, he could do that any night of the week. The crime lord would probably crave the little boy's presence as well. After all, Asa was a precious addition to his every day lifestyle. When Godfrey said that he loved him, he truly meant it. "I know it's not what your used to, but you'll get used to it. This.." He added in the bubbles and natural smelling oils. "..is luxury, and luxury is for only those who deserve it." His eyes shifted to the little boy standing , pressing his little frame against his fathers bigger one. It was apparent where the Scientist had struck his skin with needles and every mark was visible. All he could wish for now, was for his son's forgiveness. If he hadn't been so selfish and taken him earlier, maybe this wouldn't have gotten to the extreme it has. "Yes, baby.. it's almost done. Are you cold?" He could see the goosebumps on the others pale skin. It looked so pretty, even covered in dried blood. "Asa looks so pretty ..." The boy looked pretty with clothes on, but ... it was a different kind of pleasing. Perhaps he was developing a different kind of love for his little boy, a taboo kind of love. Despite his sudden desires, the last thing Godfrey wanted to do was hurt him. His hand slid down along his sons tiny body, a small smile on his face as his hand gently nestled against his tiny little . How cute was it... so small and innocent. The way Asa's eyes looked into his... It was fascinating. "Do you know what marriage is, Asa? Do you want daddy to get married?" His strong hands lifted the boy up into the air, placing him inside the warm water.

In all honesty, the man could do this all night. Pampering his pretty son until his pretty son required it no more. "Or perhaps a little brother or sister? Won't you get lonely?" Who was he kidding. They couldn't be around other people, in the end they would have to die. He could imagine coming home to a bloody mess, Asa bathing in the blood of his little brother or sister. There was no point in investing in such a thing. The dark haired man pulled out his cell phone, pressing it between his shoulder and cheek as he gently wiped the blood from the boys pale skin. "I'd like to order a pizza." He smiled, playfully flicking a foaming bubble to the boys nose. Maybe if he taught the boy that it was alright to be playful, he would seem more open. "mmm...I'll be needing several since I'm not sure what flavors my son likes." Most people would find him ridiculous, but then again, he wasn't most people. He was leader of The Crimson Field and the best damn leader at that. "Sausage, pepperoni, cheese, Hawaiian, meat lovers, and vegan. All Medium.... yes... And throw in some cinnamon sticks with the little frosting... I think he will like that especially... Mn.. Thank you. I'll see you soon." Godfrey tucked the phone away once more, squeezing the water out against the top of Asa's head before squeezing on the 2-n-1 Shampoo and conditioner. "Daddy was just calling in arrangements for dinner, sweetheart. Don't worry." He grinned, making sure the soap is getting foamy enough. "Close your eyes and dip back in to the water to get the soap out. Daddy will get you a towel and you can get out."

@asa butterfield // :***

@godfrey gao // ohoho

@minpha ()Yeahhh stalkerr

@minpha [Stalker haha]

@godfrey gao It was quite enjoyable to be held and carried. Asa had never really had the chance to experience it before, but now he found that he liked it. At least when it was his father that is.
“I’ll give you lots of kisses then,” he declared and to prove his point, he pressed another to the man's jaw.
The expensive interior of the condominium caught the child’s eye as they strode through to the elevators. The quality of the place made it seem like a luxury hotel, not that Asa had ever been to one, but he imagined it would be something like this. The opulence was startling compared to the dull walls of the research facility. It was a place of function, not beauty so when put in contrast to such splendour, it appeared doubly drab. There was even a special elevator for the top floor which they entered now with Godfrey’s key. Even the metal contraption looked expensive in a way the ones at the facility never did. Perhaps it was the marble. It seemed marble made everything seem much more magnificent. Asa felt like he was sullying the very air with his dirty presence.
“I don’t know what I like, Daddy.”
And he really didn’t. Everyday was monotonous testing and studying. There was little else to do, nothing to stimulate his imagination. It was a horrible life for a child.
He hesitated before asking, “I can still sleep with you even if my bedroom is done?”
Though Asa liked his independence, it was the first time he could have someone to depend on fully. Sleeping alone for so many years made him feel isolated and now that he had a chance to sleep beside someone, he wasn't sure if he wanted to give it up so soon.

They arrived at the penthouse condo with a small ding. The moment the doors opened, Asa’s azure eyes fixated on the rugs. They looked so soft and plush, he wanted to bury his body in it. They never had things like rugs and carpets at the facility. Sure they gave him his own room, but it was more of a cell than anything. The walls and floor were bare and cold and the sheets a dull white. He had no personal belongings to place in it. If he was allowed something like a rug, he would’ve been happy. He hoped his new bedroom had rugs or carpet. But before he could go rolling around in them, he needed to clean up, otherwise he would get them dirty so he was very glad for his father’s suggestion of a bath. He could hardly remember the last time he had a bath. Usually he was subjected to quick showers with the aid of some unfortunate scientist who was put on babysitting duty. The mention of food had his tummy rumbling and Asa cast his eyes to the floor in embarrassment. He was in fact, hungry as he hadn’t had any lunch. It seemed his father knew exactly what he wanted before he asked or even knew he wanted it. Maybe he could read minds. Asa gazed up at the man with a small amount of awe as he was set down onto the tiled floor.
“Okay,” he said and began peeling off his dirtied clothes shamelessly.
He had stripped before the researchers all the time and there was no room for modesty there. Either he took his clothes off willingly or they did it for him. The idea of consent was nonexistent there. Once he was fully , he hopped over to the tub to see where the water was getting to. His tiny toes curled on the cool tiles and he pressed himself into Godfrey’s side, rubbing uncomfortably at the goosebumps forming on his skin.
"Is it done yet, Daddy?"

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@asa butterfield Daddy... Ah. what a wonderful word. In the past, he never would've thought such a word could be said to him. After all, Godfrey was a very effortlessly exhausted person. No matter who he was with or what he did, he almost always became bored with it, and when that happened, the only thing left to do was rid of that said thing. Because of this, the man was never able to marry and have children of his own, his patience wouldn't allow such a slow pace, nor was he a firm believer in Monogamy in the first place. All of his previously flings, all of his previous 'boyfriends' and 'girlfriends' ended up thrown into his trafficking ring, made into his slave, or used as his experiments. It made him wonder if Asa was that same way, if the life people were suppose to live... bored him. He probably was since they both seemed to possess many of the same personality flaws. The need to kill, the love of blood. No one on this planet could understand that desire like his son did, and that simple fact made the crime lord feel somewhat complete. "Did you just give daddy a kiss? Where did you learn that, precious?" Godfrey was unable to keep from grinning as he held the boy in his arm comfortably. Perhaps tonight even, he would order them pizza. Asa had probably never eaten pizza, let alone the tomato sauce or cheese. "Daddy really likes it when Asa gives him kisses." He pressed his own, much thicker lips against the boys ear, quietly using his key to unlock the elevator leading to his expensive top floor condo. The thought of showing the boy something so nice excited him as the thought of all the other things he wanted to spoil him with did.

He had thoroughly prepared for this as well. Calling and making arrangements. All the toys, all the snacks... The boy had a bed made out of a castle all for himself. It was of course a boy themed castle, but Godfrey wouldn't have cared what the boys taste was. If Asa hated even the entire thing, he would have to change it, everything had to be perfect for his new son. "I wasn't sure what kind of things you liked. The scientists didn't really know what to tell me..." All they wanted to do was kill his son off anyway, why would they have anything to say? "Your bedroom still has a tiny bit of work to be done, but until then, you can sleep with daddy." The dark haired man rather liked the idea of the little boy running around in his oversized shirts. "But first, a bath.." The elevator doors opened to his lavish condo, decorated with only the most pricey of furniture and art. "Daddy will get us something to eat afterwards. You must be starving after your hard work at the facility." He pressed another kiss to Asa's ear before taking him into the bathroom and allowing him down onto the tiled floor. "Undress for daddy, my prince." His hand lifted the handle to get the water flowing, a soft made up tune pressing from in between his lips.

@godfrey gao Pleased with their work on Isabella's body, Asa smiled brightly up at the older man with blood splatters staining his clothes and pale skin. He tilted his head to the side as he curiously fixated his eyes on the woman's reproductive areas. They were certainly different from his, which not as confusing to the boy as one would think. Since he was a boy and she was a woman, there were to be some differences. As to the reason why, he wasn't sure yet. Luckily Godfrey explained it all to him in his rich voice that was oddly comforting to the child. Asa had always been independent so to find comfort in someone was a tad strange, but not unwelcome. He turned to eye his father with an indiscernible expression on his blood smeared cherubic face.
"Mmkay," he accepted, "I'm yours, Daddy."
The child disregarded the cigarettes, having grown used to them being smoked by the researchers around him though he never grew to like the smell, he could easily ignore it. While his father gave a message, more likely an order, to someone on the phone, Asa used this time to play with a few of the woman's organs that spilled out. They had broken her ribs to get to the organs in her chest cavity and sadly the heart wasn't pumping anymore. He had fun squeezing it as the cardiac muscles frantically pulsed beneath his little hands.

Asa glanced up when Godfrey took his hand and lifted his little body up into the man's strong arms. Serenely resting his head on his father's shoulders, he let himself be carried out into the world he'd never been allowed to see before. Intrigued blue eyes flickered around to take in the sights before his attention was drawn back by his father's voice. He nodded enthusiastically in response, glad to be rid of the blood that was starting to stick and dry. It was fun when it was still liquid, but now it made his young skin feel itchy and uncomfortable.
"I'll be good, promise." An earnest smile spread across his angelic features marred by crimson. His tiny palms reached up to cup the older man's face as best he could before he leaned forward to press an innocent peck to the corner of Godfrey's lips and whispered, "Lets go home, Daddy."

@asa butterfield Once they had finished mutilating the woman, cutting her open and chopping off her body parts, Godfrey kneeled in front of his little boy once more, smiling as he dripped his finger into the blood and smeared it against Asa's cheek. "Do these parts interest you, baby boy?" Godfrey kissed his cheek and combed a hand through his hair, pointing to her sliced off s and then the exposed area between her legs. "These are the parts of a woman..." He smiled, placing his large hands on the boys hips once more. Those Scientist's hadn't taught him anything of importance. What his boy needed, was hands-on training. "Do you know why you have a different part than she does?" His smile grew wider as he looked into the boys bright blue orbs. There was a little blood on his own face, but most of it was on hands and sleeves. "Because she belongs to you...." Godfrey was all about womans rights or whatever, but every woman belonged to him, regardless of any rights they possessed. That same concept went for men as well. "But you have to belong to daddy, son. It doesn't matter what parts you have..."
The crime lord stood, pulling out his packet of cigarettes and his cell phone. He'd have one of his guys come by and collect the body for a proper bath later. At the moment, he wanted to get this boy out of the confinement he'd been forced to think was normal for his entire life. Their was an entire town to chop up and yet they had the audacity to keep his Asa from it all. He took the others hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, a hum coming from his lips as he lifted him up into his arms, carrying him out of the facility with a cigarette pressed in between his lips. Maybe tomorrow he would throw him a welcome home party. If Asa was anything like he was, the extra attention would make him ecstatic, not that Godfrey would allow anyone else to know he existed. If he could, he would, but if anyone knew, it could have meant danger.
"When we get home, daddy's going to run you a nice hot bath. Does that sound nice?" It probably wouldn't sound too appetizing for a child, but he figured he'd try any way. "And if your a good boy, daddy will give you something special."

@godfrey gao The clattering of the pencil against the floor echoed slightly throughout the room as Asa observed his father restraining the woman. The pitiful begging was nearly grating on his nerves, like she really believed they wouldn't kill her just because she asked. Just like how he pleaded for them to stop and they never did. He retrieved the knife from the table, holding it in his small hands as he studied it with a critical eye. Deeming it worthy enough for his endeavor, the child stepped closer to Isabella and let an innocent facade drop over his features.
"Isabella, Taejoon was gonna teach me about anatomy later, right? I thought I should study and impress him. You should help me," he said brightly, bringing his knife up to carefully slash down the middle of her shirt and murmured, "Oh, do girls have to wear these?"
With another cut, the bra fell open, revealing her two s. He took a moment to examine them, having never really seen them before, even as an infant. He had no one to nurse him. So he was fed from a bottle, never a mother's .
"You don't really need these do you? You'd be a horrible mother," informed the boy just as pressed the tip of the blade to her sternum. He watched in fascination as a bead of red formed at the tip of the knife where it was digging into her skin. With a sadistic grin, he pressed harder and brought the knife down, slowly carving around her . Asa laughed gleefully as she screamed, prefering the guttural sounds of suffering to the meaningless babble of fear. He thrived off her pain. He loved the sweet screams of agony as he twisted the knife and stabbed it deep between her ribs. His little hands, the hands of a child, smeared the flowing blood around her abdomen, like a macabre fingerpainting.
"You're so much prettier this way... Red looks so good on you," he breathed out, pulling out his weapon swiftly, eliciting another tortured shriek.
A pink tongue stuck out of the corner of Asa's lips in concentration as he repeated his actions on her other . Pulling back and scrutinizing his work with satisfaction, he spotted the metal table in the room.
Asa turned to look at his father with a begging pout and asked, "Daddy, can you put her on that table over there? We can strap her down, just like they do to me."
He sneered at her with vindictive pleasure as he went to go stand by the tall steel examination table. Asa remembered the many times he thrashed on the cold, hard table as they injected who knows what into his veins. How he used to scream as they lifted him onto the table and forced him still. How his legs could barely support his own weight when they were finished and dropped him back on the floor.