"You're the Hendricks' heir. You're going to be the future head. I need you to be without a single flaw. Remember this. If you ever make a single mistake again, I'm going to lock you up in the cellar until you learn your lesson."
A middle-aged man whose hair color and countenance bore eerie resemblance to the young boy standing with the with his pants rolled up harshly spoke before the middle-aged man struck the boys' thighs all over again with his leather belt while admonishing the young boy for failing to achieve a perfect score on one test.
The boy didn't make any sounds and just nodded, acquiescing to the man's ridiculous request, because if he ever utters a word of protest, he will not only be locked in the cellar but also suffer another round of senseless beatings.
His delicate face was wrinkled in pain. The middle-aged man wasn't a bit lenient as he delivered the blow in the midst of his constant reminder of not tarnishing the family's name.
