Widow knew that Victoria hadn't wanted him to go but he had managed to whisper if he didn't she would be hurt. He didn't know many magical spells but...he knew one. It was a protection barrier spell. He could use it. He knew how. His mother had told him barrier magic was linked to healing magic. He looked to the older male with wide horrified eyes. Just the way the male talked scared the hell out of him. He trembled as he let out a sound of fear. He looked to his father then looked down. Hoping his father would say no. He knew it was a false hope. He jerked his head up as much as he could. He was not a bitch. He was a boy. "I am not a bitch." he said softly. His eyes went wide and he closed his eyes. Muttering to himself and focused the protective barrier on Victoria's room and on Victoria herself. His head fell a bit as he trembled. "Leave her alone. She didn't do anything  to you." He said softly. He trembled.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">His father looked to Jonathon. "If that is your desire." He said with a smirk. The guy who was his best friends son was bisexual. He wasn't honestly sure what Widows gender preference was. Boy never done anything before. He snickered a bit. "Indeed he would not when you were through with him." He said with a cruel cold laugh. Stroking Widow's cheek demeaningly. Thinking about it. "Yes. Indeed. I will bring him to you. He may not be conscious. I am going to gather those sweet blood tears his body cries when I put it into duress. It won't be long. Go and prepare yourself." He said with a snicker. "Prepare your toys and tools of the trade. As well as unpacking and getting settled in." He looked to Widow "You'll be joining my dear friends son very shortly. You will face my punishment but trust me little bitch...it will be nothing compared to when I give you over to Jonathon." He looked to Jonathon. Smirking a bit. "Yes...but make absolutely sure of that. I am certain you can make sure that his punishment will stick in his mind." He looked to Widow. "Between myself and Jonathon...you won't be attempting disobediance or defiance anytime soon my sweet little wall flower." he said in an almost sick sort of way. Then he dragged Widow off into the dungeon. He began to hit and abuse and torment Widwo until he saw his body begin to cry the tears of blood. Shocking the hell out of his son to keep them coming. When he was done gathering all the blood tears he needed he wiped the face clean. Carrying his knocked out child through the halls. He could feel him stirring. Knocking on Jonathon's door with his foot. He had tied a silk cloth between Widow's lips just in case he woke too soon.</span><br/><br/>Widow had screamed. Pleaded with his father to stop. Begging him even. Screaming again but the screams would never be heard anywhere else. Pain lashed through him and he felt the first attack of the heart murmurs. Gasping for air and whimpering. His arms shackled to the side and his legs strapped down. The tears of blood left his eyes and he watched as his father gathered them. Screaming as the electric shocks shot through him. More heart murmurs occured and he cried more tears of blood. Then suddenly there was no more pain. Just darkness. When he started coming to his vision back but he felt something in his mouth.