The great lethargic and depressing hollow emotion in Liam's heart felt so suffocating as he slowly came to. Sharp pain radiated all over his body. His head pounded rhythmically and loudly like the tom-tom drums of west Africa causing him excruciating pain , his chest burned and his posterior region hurt so much it almost felt numb. The bruises on his body mapped his already blotchy skin. And it did not help that he was in a dark , cold and desolate dirty cellar (it was so dark ,the only colors you could make out were all shades of black) lying on the cold hard bare floor that had murky waste in one corner of the room and a not so friendly community of mice occupying the other three. His feet had cracks on the heel , his clothes and toenails...well, bitten by the mice at some point that you could see the wounds, to make matters worse he was wearing a worn-out sack. That's all he had on him. He shrunk his body into himself and hugged himself trembling, he was too tired and prideful to cry, his eyes felt heavy with tears but could he really let them fall, lest he wanted to give his tormentors the satisfaction, he hated himself for the growing hopeless feeling inside.
Despite his physical and psychological challenges nothing could hide his beauty. Liam was ethereal, and maybe that was why he was so unfortunate in this life. He had beautiful locks of brown (hazel shade) hair that curled slightly when it was cold this was an adoptive way for him to seek warmth as a ger. That's right a ger. He had soft plump pink cherry lips that shone .His face was dainty and his almond eyes spotted a pair of sapphire Iris'. His nose had a beautiful slope. All his facial features came together moulding a strikingly beautiful face and all those who saw him would second guess their sexuality and existence, Liam, looked like a god or an otherworldly son of the moon goddess. Liam always knew he was a ger, all gers could be identified at birth but everyone else only knew their secondary genders at 13 when they hit puberty and gers at this time could only identify if they were dominant or submissive except they now couldn't since the gene for dominant gers did not exist anymore. So all known gers were submissive which was the reason they were mistreated despite being so rare, the story spun around was that in ancient days. Gers were a supreme gender but this was only for dominant gers but even then they were extremely rare. This was because dominant gers could impregnate any gender regardless of their secondary gender.
Despite his poor condition, Liam loved his oppressor, that sounds so wrong but it's facts. Gerald, the count, in his younger days had a very handsome disposition. He had red hair that framed his face in all the right proportions, his forehead was handsome and his jaw set his already masculine face a notch higher and boy did he know how to set his beard. Long story short he was a very handsome count to be and he was quite the charmer. His charisma held the countenance of a prince or a diplomat. Everyone loved him and still did, young ladies of the ton flocked about him and spoke of him in high regard and of the younger generation he would also attract young boys (who hadn't discovered their secondary gender) like bees to a flower, he always left a young maiden feeling fruity.
Liam had always admired Gerald as a child ,given that they grew up in the same manor , Liam's mother was a maid to the most favored concubine of the count and also Gerald's mother and when he was born, Gerald was like a big brother to him. Gerald would invite him everywhere, play with him, watch the stars that held so many promises, hunt in the rivers, hills and valleys and even ride the stable horses with him. He was all Liam ever knew given that everyone else did not bother to recognize Liam as he was a Maiden's son and probably too beautiful for a guy even the counts place servants regarded him as Gerald's playmate or Gerald's little friend, he was merely a shadow but he did not mind the treatment because Gerald was nice to him , Gerald cared about him and Gerald was handsome.
Sitting in the reading room with a young fifteen year old Gerald was seven year old Liam. Gerald read to him. With a dreamy smile on his face Liam listened to his favorite read in the whole Library. Gerald held the script and read out those words of wisdom from beautifully sculpted lips the upper lip with a cupids bow at the center and the bottom one being so plump and kissable. Liam, shook his head and broke out of his trance just as a footman ran in looking for Liam.
"Why would you be looking for him no one has ever looked for him!?" Gerald asked just as the footman stopped talking. Liam looked between the two wondering what was going on as he was also surprised that someone other than Gerald was looking for him. He looked expectantly to the footman waiting for more explanation. "Don't stare Liam, it's not a good look for you ok?" Gerald addressed Liam.
Liam nodded in response. The footman then blurted that Maiden Carissa, Liam's mother had collapsed in service of Gerald's mother and had just been confirmed dead. Hearing this Liam's world seemed to crumble before him his weak self though turned to his "god" , Gerald , who just raised his eyebrows in surprise and mumbled a "mmh", Liam , however , despite rarely seeing his birth mother was very fond of him who was also beautiful and had attached the jealousy of the counts partners. In fact , Liam was a son of the count, there was just too many of them , and that meant he was a half-brother to Gerald but that did not matter , because his mother had been a maid. Continuing his masters orders, the footman stated that Melissa was requiring the presence if Liam as his mother's replacement, immediately. At this Gerald jumped up in fury causing Liam to fall backwards with his footstool and the collection of massaging oils he had to pour all over their intoxicating scent filling the room. He did not get a chance to pick them over his growing fear and anxiety of the general manager of the court considering he got wind of his clumsiness, the punishment would be unbearable and he would as well follow his mother in death, he was more scared of Gerald hating him because of rumors of him being a
Noticing this, Gerald said to Liam, "Don't worry Liam, you're not that much of a clutz, ok? let's go, I need to chat with Melissa." finishing his statement, he walked out, the footman on his heels and a smiley, limping Liam following slightly behind. He was happy, happy that Gerald did not see him as a clutz and he was afraid to lose him now that Gerald did not see him that way and he was afraid to lose him now that he had lost one of the two dearest people in his life but the shock wasn't that pronounced as his mother was busy serving to be able to provide for him be present in his life , growing up but whenever he had the chance to he would always make sure he was happy, at this thought Liam teared up but kept up the pace , he couldn't lose Gerald too , little did he know. Liam couldn't feel his injury, he had been through this lots of times and the pain in his heart was too much that it numbed all his other senses, he truly was a pitiful creature.
Thinking back, Liam realized his true emotions, Everyone loved Gerald, so why was it that he felt hate , betrayal, fury and a distinct instinct to kill this person or was he finally going mad? he couldn't tell if it was the finding out that he was a submissive ger at that thirteen and was coerced(more like manipulated) by his beloved into sensual relations only to be treated worse than a foreign servant afterwards like he was a dirty piece of cheap cloth or was it when he accepted to serve Melissa and Gerald couldn't look at him for weeks, years, after, he couldn't really tell when he started thinking of Gerald like this, he was convinced he loved this man but now it seemed he had crossed the thin line between love and hate and when he finally realized this his energy surged and everyone around the cells could feel it, his aura exuded intense will to murder one count in particular, now a bald, bearded man with a potbelly.