Jeremy
Kharlyle Whylder
Unknown Location: Whylderholm

"When should he be awake" An unblinkingly Kharlyle Whylder stared at the Skagerlly boy, chained up on every limb.

"Approximately 2 minutes sir, we just let the rejuvenation oils sink into his skin" An armed crossbow guard behind Kharlyle spoke.

"His looks did little to disappoint, he looks like southern *Propaganda*" Kharlyle scoffed silently. "Merc, what does he look like?" Kharlyle sat, still staring adjacent to Aleks. 

"He kind of looks like our father Kharlyle" 

"Merc..." Kharlyle exhaled sharply. "Merc he looks nothing like our father-" Kharlyle was cut off.

"Keep in mind, we had different fathers" This point did nothing to further Merc's claim. 

"It's mental gymastics talking with you Mercurio Whylder, it's a chore" Kharlyle's gaze didn't escape Aleks, his anticipation was too great. 

"Say, Lyle, what plans do you have in mind for the little Skagerlly boy?"
Carlos
Aleksandr Skagerlly
Somewhere in Whylderholm

Aleks began to stir, lightly groaning as his nerves began to awaken. The first thing that drew his attention were the thick chains that trapped him, and to his growing hysteria, he found that he was completely unable to move. Was it his bindings, or the dull throb that coursed through his small frame? He couldn't be so sure. His chest filled with an empty dread; he hadn't yet opened his eyes. His body wouldn't listen to him, it simply refused to respond to his desperate commands, so he allowed his mouth to do the work.
"Where am I?" Came his voice, trembling and soft, like the purr of a kitten, "Are you going to h-hurt me?" 
Finally, those sunken eyes fluttered open, but he squinted as light flooded his vision. He felt so pathetic.
"Ah.. Sorry.. I let my tongue get ahead of me.."
Jeremy
Kharlyle Whylder
Whylderholm 

Kharlyle gagged at Aleks purr, went to address him, and gagged a second time. He held up his index finger in indication that he needed a moment to recover. Merc exhaled deeply, not look at the Skagerlly boy.

" *I* Am not going to hurt you" Kharlyle swallowed and gritted his teeth. "I don't want to do much of anything to you" 

"Ah, he's a pipe-fitter, a plumber of sorts, I can tell" Mercurio spoke confidently.

Kharlyle turned around completely. "What. Merc what about this what would indicate anything like that? Why would I be talking to a pipe-fitter directly?"

"Lyle, whether you have come to realize it or not, my instinct overpowers your intellect, a pipe-fitter he is and that's exactly the job he will perform" Merc stood with his hands crossed, confidently.

"Merc, he's a sex worker, I bought him, he could literally do anything I asked" Kharlyle looked into an unphased Mercurio.

"And you'd be cheating yourself if you gave him any job not involving pipe-fitting" 

"Merc..."

"And I'll be honest, I've never even seen a pipe-fitter before" Mercurio's response prompted Kharlyle to turn around again.

"And that's exactly what you'll be doing. Sex work. Can you give me an idea of jobs you have performed in the past?"
Carlos
Aleksandr Skagerlly
Wonderland, Whylderholm

He winced at the insults, repeated like lashes into a weeping wound, but he swallowed his pride and lowered his head. His hair fell down like a waterfall, hiding his features; he wore a mask of pleasantries, but moments like this reminded him of the face that was beneath his carefully constructed visage. It hurt. Spoken words rarely slipped beneath his skin nowadays, and yet here he was.
"I'm... I'm not that..." He insisted weakly, "I serve the Skagerlly family... This is what they want for me, and I am happy to deliver. I haven't ever been prepared to do any other job. Not even pipe-fitting. But I am always happy to serve, if it is what you would prefer," He felt like he was forcing bile from his throat. His own words stung like a forceful slap. The scars on his body itched and ached, pulled by the restraints. But he wasn't one to complain. At least they weren't beating him senseless.
"Sorry for being so.. Offensive to the eyes..."