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"His eyes! They’re red!" Henry shouted

"The devil!" A footman raised his weapon and backed up

"Father? What’s going on?" Ephraim couldn’t hide the fear in his voice

"Don’t call me that!" his father yelled "You’re clearly not mine!"

"No, father, please!" Ephraim tried to sit up, but his restraints held him down

"What do you want us to do with him?" Nichols asked

His father shook his head "I don’t care what you do with hiht"

"Father?Father!" He watched his father and brothers hurry from the room No one looked back at him "Father, please!"

Nichols walked over to the bed, set lose," he ordered

The foot any closer "Now!" The men jumped and did as they were told Ephraiht back

"Please, sir, if you let me talk to my father…there’s been a mistake" The men released the chains from the bed In one shly He felt the wind knocked out of hihtly

"Stop!" he screa off his air

Nicholls bent in front of him "I’m sorry, my boy I realize this isn’t your fault, but you must realize the position you’ve putoff people" He shook his head "No, that will never do" He looked up at the eon"

His dungeon? Ephrai one of the htforward men in the area He was honored and accepted by everya sadistic bastard who took his job seriously He tortured men, slowly

"Please, sir, no! Get an sobbing

Nichols knelt beside him at a safe distance "I promise you I will make this quick out of respect for your father He wouldn’t want to know that you suffered"

"Oh, god no!" Ephraiht his restraints

"Grab him!" Nichols snapped

The footmen scooped him up, careful to stay away from his mouth "Father! Henry! Marc! Please help me!" he screamed

He was quickly carried down the servant’s stairs, out the back door and thrown into the back of a carriage Nichols stood at the door "I pro, my boy"