Keida had the drunk beaten out of him, and if Haley had seen, his arms had lifted to find Cain's face, but the freeing punch had never come from Keida's fists. Instead he laid there, flexing the muscles in his neck and going with the monotonous punishment to null the damage as much as he could while still allowing it. Though Cain was delivering the destruction, it was also Cain who was falling apart. It couldn't be truer that Keida had changed from the boy that thye knew, and he was almost demonic in his patience now.<br/><br/>Though his world rang, the darker, bloodier boy saw clearly, and let them have their moment above him. His heart was beating strong, and the adrenaline was fueling his spirit. Haley, true to herself, was quiet even when her boyfriend doubted her love. Perhaps Cain was right. The prince had always been the image of something. People can fall inlove with ideals. But bodies attach to other bodies. Keida took her arm when she sat close, and Cain stopped his infernal punching.<br/><br/>He groaned as he sat up and shoved Cain to sit on the floor instead of his legs. Keida was an assortment of abuse, bruises shining like flowers barely under ice, and lips providing a crooked beard of crimson toward his chin. He held Haley to his chest even though it was obviously he who was hurting. His eyes were on Cain, clear as in the morning. "Woman's heart is complicated, brother." Keida said, exhausted when he could finally breathe without tasting knuckled. He kissed her hair and his blood stuck to it.<br/><br/>"But I'll let her tell you the truth." he gave as he unzipped his jeans. Cain lifted his face from his fingers, wet eyes wide at the limb. It was still hard, and monstrous. The prince felt confused when the villain moved Haley. This was such a tainted moment, but the bloody and violent air seemed to allow the carnal elements too, like this junction between the hall and the tiles was some kind of ring of hell, where all manner of sins could play out. If Haley didn't fight enough, Keida would place her on his lap, her skirt up, her face toward Cain, as she was set down on the member that had essentially been her bane and deliverance.<br/><br/>"Tell him." Keida would say into her ear, either way. "Tell him so he'll have closure." A confession while showing.<br/><br/>Cain's jaw was down, staring like he was being killed on Keida's lap, but also like he couldn't look away. The boy in the prince harbored some lust for her, the way she was exposed, and it made him sick the way his own shorts lifted. A cleaned member, that had never really tasted her the way Keida's superior flesh would now. He had never thought of her like this, like a complete avatar for his lust, robbed of her purity in the light of her willful and expert betrayal. He was devastated, and he was in awe, like Keida's lap was a macabre altar, and she was a dark, sensual idol. And his heart was the sacrifice.