Not one thing in the boys behaviour changed. After that night the father was more open about what he did for those men who came in big vans to pick the girl's up. But not once did he let him in the room again. His relationship with his mother faltered and it was beyond saving. His father was patient about telling him what was required of him and what was needed for him to get the business. All wealth and power he deserved to inherit.
At fourteen, the room was opened up to him once again. This time he was aware. But nothing prepared him for what he saw on the other end of the door. The girl was blindfolded and tied both at her hands and feet and made to kneel with her legs spread. Her butt was bruised most likey from the whipping his father had deemed necessary for their discipline.
"Quincy step forward." His father simply said and he stepped forward to his father who was near the girl. She was whimpering and crying but he just watched unsure of what to do. This was normal for the boy. Tears meant nothing from criminals, his father once told him.
"You see this," his father said excitedly. "This is a healthy female, going to fetch us a hefty price. But I do checks before I'm sure for shipment. Gloves." The butler always present brought them to him and his father wore them and started to circle her. Like some predator studying it's prey but this time to the boy, it was normal and fine he was just checking goods.
"Pretty little thing. Oh so how you'd be enjoyed." He whispered to the girls ear away from the boys earshot and proceeded to run his hands around her naked body. Those black latex gloves roaming over her chest, her breasts and then down to her private area.
"Perfect. She checks out alright. This one has been obedient Shame we won't be keeping her she seems to have reformed." He said and removed his gloves. Quincy was curious and he observed slowly. Every detail his father put out. From the way he shrugged off his jacket to the way he took his whip to the flames and Brought it back. The girl was thrashing around now. Her muffled sounds seems like she was screaming. Q turned away quickly.
"You. Look. At. Me." His father bellowed and with deep breaths he slowly turned and his father strides over and slaps him hard across the face hard enough that it sent his tripping backwards. He moved back when his father brought the hit whip next to his face.
"I'm not doing this for your entertainment Quincy. You watch and you learn don't waste my time do I make myself clear?" His father asked in a voice he had grown accustomed to in the past two years.
"I understand father I apologise." The old man grinned a little and then told him to come close. He came close and watch the girl whipped and she looked like she had lost all her energy as she took the beatings and his father's enjoyment was also part of what he had learned.
The father pulled her hair, spat down at her and whipped her some more. The scene etched into the boys brain. Permanently sealed on his subconscious one day to just awaken. When he was down the girl slumped down and his father shrugged his coat back on and told the butler she was good for shipping.
His father proud and satisfied after the session held him by the shoulders and told him:
"If you're going to make me proud. Keep that timid girlish behaviour off my play room understood?"
"I'll do better father. I understand."
The boy got older, bolder, and soon his father had passed away and the whole communicaty moarned him. His father told him if this was to happen he would have to talk to the underground boss men about his new position.
4 YEARS LATER...