Note: Abuse up ahead, you have been warned
There I was, still full of whip lashes from the previous day that had scarcely gotten the chance to crust over. I knelt before the demon that is my father, his face was bright scarlet and his white lapels were slightly open, revealing his wheat-coloured skin that contrasted against the pure white silky clothes he was wearing and his muscular figure had a light sheen against the light. He held a large jug of alcohol, which he would continually chug before releasing a loud, disgusting burp that sounded more like a monster roar than a drunken man. In his other hand that was adorned to the brim with jewelled rings, he held a huge cigar that occasionally puffed smoke as he would take turns chugging alcohol, burping and smoking.
Around him lay emptied jars of alcohol along with some shattered pieces of glass. This is what I hated the most. When he was drunk there was no escaping a gruelling night of torture. You must wonder why I am the only one ever being beaten and never my mother, there's a simple answer to that I took the punishment for both my mother and myself.
"Hehe, little bastard, you put yourself into this situation," He burped and drunkenly spoke, waving a half-empty the bottle around. "Tell me why did you do it?"
"Father, mother has always had a weak body... I don't wish for her to be put through all this so.....so I...I would rather take it upon myself," I lowered my head, even more, my nose grazing the cold hard floor as I kowtowed trying to hide the look of disgust and hatred but also the fear in my eyes.
Suddenly an oppressive aura exploded in the entire room as the demon in front of me laughed maniacally. His aura was full of very pure condensed mana that stole my breath rendering me unable to breathe as I could only look down in horror as the freezing wind lashed against my skin leaving deep slices wherever they grazed.
I chomped down on my lip, trying desperately to hold down the blood that rushed up to my throat but a small trickle flowed down the side of my mouth dripping onto the floor until finally, I couldn't hold it and coughed up the metallic tasting red goo. I desperately scratched at my throat, gasping for air leaving blood and skin under my grey brittle nails. This caused the pressure pressing down on my body to increase crushing me into the ground leaving a visible indentation.
"FIRSTLY, YOUR BITCH OF A MOTHER HAS A WEAK BODY, SHE CAN'T TAKE IT?! HAHAHAHA SHE DIDN'T THINK SO WHEN SHE FUCKED ANOTHER MAN AND DARED TO BIRTH A BASTARD. SECONDLY, DON'T CALL ME FATHER YOU BASTARD OF A BITCH!" He ruthlessly threw his bottle at me leaving me covered in glass alcohol-soaked my body and left my skin sticky.
"Y.... Yes.... meh... My... L... L... Lord," I barely managed to cough out, he finally released the pressure on my body, I coughed as I greedily took in the air, but before I had my fill of precious air I felt a force pick me up and pull me forward and before I knew it the eyes of the 'demon' were right in front of me.
"Since you so want to take on the pain for your dear mother let me give you a taste of it," He chuckled lowly as he enunciated the word dear his eyes and face no longer had the look of a dumb drunkard but was replaced by that of a hungry predator, I unconsciously gulped.
"Strip," He spat out one word and I soundlessly obeyed stripping off the thin, coarse dress that now looked like bandages from the wind from before. I stood in front him almost naked with only a pair of panties on.
"Underwear too," I bit my lip, trying to hide my dissatisfaction but I once again took it off without a word. There I stood in front of him naked, I felt so unguarded and I blushed in shame.
"Turn and kneel," I turned so my back was facing him and kneeled as per his instructions. I knelt there for what felt like an eternity, but all I could hear was his constant chugging of alcohol and loud burps, but my guard had never dropped for even a second. Even with my hairs standing on edge and being fully prepared, I still somehow wasn't prepared for the following events
Without prior notice, I felt a scalding object relentlessly pressing down upon my back "AGhh!" I screamed with agony, although my guard had been up I never expected him to burn me.
"Can you guess what that is, little bastard," He threw me a question, but I focused on the pain, unable to hear his words, I groaned in response. Seeing my lack of response he twisted and pressed that object down harder onto me, to which I replied with another scream as tears and snot streamed down my face.
"I...I... DON'T KNOW!! Please Fathe... My Lord, don't do this!" I sobbed as I begged him.
"Better hurry up and figure it out then," He laughed and two more burning pools of lava appeared on my back.
"I...I..." Feeling more scorching pain in my back made my brain short circuit as I was at a loss to what to say.
"For each second you don't respond, you'll get scorched again," He twisted the objects into my back again.