There was a part of him that loved how Alex froze.  It sent a delightful tingle up his spine, knowing his son was frightened.  It meant that he was in control, he was properly feared, and he would be<i>obeyed</i>.  The lie that pushed its way from those pretty lips wasn’t appreciated nearly so much, and Richard’s notably handsome features dipped into a scowl.  He was going to wait for the truth, but it never came.  Instead, Alex actually made a break for the window.  That pissed him off even more.<br/><br/>Richard lunged into the room and snagged his son by the arm and swung him around, cracking him hard across the face with his other hand.  He wrenched the arm at an odd angle so that fighting more would only cause pain, his fingers already too tight not to leave a bruise.<br/><br/>“Now you’re going to run?!” he growled, anger dripping from each word.  “Where are you going to run?  Huh, Alex?  Who’s going to want you?”  Richard shoved him down to the ground, the much smaller frame his son sported no match for his strength.  “Is it that same guy?  What did he promise you?  The world?” he scoffed, kneeling down on one knee and grabbing hold of Alex’s face.  “Just wait until he gets what he wants.  He’s going to fuck you and drop you in some alley somewhere.  Is that what you want, Alex?  To be some whore?”