Lunch ended and I pretended to exit after Corrine, Marcus and Henry, but I hid to eavesdrop on Bali and Iris.

"I know what you do with my guardsmen all night, how you lure men into the garden. My guards have restraint, but Victor is different. Should he find you, he will punish you and you will deserve it."

"Father... he came to me."

"Good. Did he slap some sense into you?"

"He slapped me senseless if that's what you mean."

"I doubt so. My brother is not cruel. He's... different. Now run along, and sleep at night. Should you lose your maidenhead to a guard, I will exile you from this castle, you hear me?"

"Yes, father," she said, sighing.

I waited for her to get out and at the last moment, grabbed her, muffled her lips and carried her off as she screamed under my hand, in her throat. I brought her to my chamber and threw her on my bed, that even I hadn't slept in yet.

"You're insane! Corrine was right not to have you around, not to trust you."

"Insanity is when one loses their mind, is unable to control their bodies, their reasons. My reasons for doing this are completely my own. I think you would actually like it if I would be insane. For the trust part, bah, I'm not worried. I don't need children to trust me. I need them to listen. Aren't you going to show me those beautiful nude cheeks for me?"

She did not hesitate, and reached for her dress. She unlaced the tight, corset-like front, and let the rest fall as it broke apart. She was completely naked now, standing like a sunflower turned to its mother, suckling the bright rays with lust.

"Turn round."

She didn't. Instead, she gave me a severe look and spoke: "Make me."

"You chose your words poorly, wench."

"I'm a Lady, you should know."

"Ladies don't remove their clothes for their uncles."

"Uncles don't tell their nieces to undress."

"You are all sharp in this family. I can't have my way with any of you. Not through your minds."

"Maybe, then, I can have my way with you."

She smirked and started to walk toward me. Her hand reached for my belt and I was suddenly in unease knowing that she was touching what I had whipped her with. She undid it and loosened my pants.

"You're going to suck me, Iris?" I asked, as if I was impressed.

She nodded and put her hand on my side, only it wasn't quite my side, it was my sheath and she got out my knife and brandished it as she backed away.

"Too slow, uncle. You're getting old."

"And you're young enough for me to kill you with my bare hands. That knife won't even dive any deeper than my skin. It's to slit babe's throats. Throats as sweet as yours."

"This is still your knife. Do you think my father will believe you when you tell him that I, myself, had stabbed my own body? No. He'll blame it on you and he'll have you killed."

"Probably not killed. Maybe exiled, which I wouldn't mind. Honestly, this place is a bit dead. I like my victims squirming and fearing, not like this. Well... all right, this is fun too."

"Sit," she ordered, pointing the edge of her bed with my blade. She held it well, as if she had watched the guards practice without end on hot summer days.

I chuckled and held my hands up in 'surrender' as I sat myself down on my own bed. She jumped down and brandished the knife at my throat. She knelt and switched the blade south, pointing it at my crotch. I was so apathetic to her antics. If it was cock she wanted, she would be out of fuck.

She did want it, because she lowered my pants and found my penis, not at all ready to have some excitement.

"I'm sorry," I told her. "I don't like being subjugated."

"I don't care." She bent down and took me into her mouth. Wasn't very hard for her.

"You do this to your father too."

She scowled and stopped sucking and attempted to jerk me instead, which was just as useless.

"No!"

"Incest is punishable by death, you know this."

"And you're not guilty of that...?"

She hit a thorn and I chuckled, but nervously. This was blackmail, all of this was blackmail. Of course, I tried to do the same with them, but for the laughs, nothing more.

"You tell your father about that..."

"Don't worry. Only Marcus and I know, and we promised not to tell... but you'll have to be a bit less mean with us."

"I'm mean to you, am I? How about you're the one committing incest and rape upon my body at the moment?"

"You raped me with your hand."

"Rape involves the genitals. I didn't touch your genitals."

"You could have."

"But I didn't, and now you're forcing me with a knife. That's almost assault."

"No one will believe that you didn't defend yourself. You would never be seen alive in a town where everyone believed you were raped by your niece and you couldn't do anything about it. However... it's going to be the case."

She pushed my chest with my blade and I smirked. "Fuck no." I grabbed the blade with my bare hand and kicked her stomach so she loosened her grip enough for me to steal it from her. My hand bled and I smiled and smeared my blood on her thighs. She screamed and I wiped the rest on her sex, swiftly passing through her moist, hot, young lips.

"Should I bring you to my brother, or out into the forest?"

"Don't!"

"I will." I grabbed on to her and hoisted my pants and did my belt comfortably back on.

She shouted and kicked, and I laughed. I licked my bloody hand clean. It had been a small slash and it stung me pleasantly, like a parchment cut. I looked for Bali as Iris kicked me endlessly and begged to be put down. He was probably out. I did find the chapel though, and I laughed as I kicked down the doors and shouted:

"God! I found you this spoilt virgin! She can't even do the whole matrimony shit anymore. All she's good for is hell!"

"Stop it!" she squealed, only I swore I had heard her laugh as well. I slapped her bottom, and the sound echoed throughout the 'holy' sanctuary.

"God! Right, you're not actually there. Well, I don't believe that some mighty being is watching me, therefore it makes this room obsolete, therefore, here will be a perfect place to teach you another lesson."

"Put me down, or you'll pay, dearly."

"I know what you're thinking, and slicing my testicles off while I sleep is actually going to be harder than in sounds."

She gasped. "H-how did you know?"

"It's what little girls always think, but they think stupidly. If you want to fuck me, Iris, I'm going to need my sack."

She kneed me, this time, real good in the chin and I dropped her. She crashed on the floor and the wind was knocked out of her.

"What's happening here?" asked a voice.

It was the Bishop, and he looked sweaty and perturbed as he stepped out from behind the tabernacle. He frowned at me as he attempted to analyze the situation. I just wanted to cackle at this point, like a madman. I took a hold of myself and dared to ask him:

"What, am I bothering something? Is Henry really sucking your cock in there?"

"Victor!" shouted Iris, appalled.

"That's what I've heard."

"Milord, such rumours are ridiculous. Yes, I am ashamed of my Brothers who have lost their faith and given in to temptation, but I am not like them."

"Prove it. Show me Henry."

He nodded once, as Iris tugged on my jacket. I removed it and gave it to her so she could hide her nudity in the chapel, because she was so preoccupied by that... I caressed her hair and saw Henry exit the door, in his little priest-to-be clothes. His face was also flushed.

"Henry, should I have the Bishop killed? Tell me and I'll personally kill him myself. I'm one of them, if you know what I mean, and I don't mind killing men who pretend they have more power than others because they are behind an altar."

"No," he said. He wasn't melancholic like at lunch. He looked stern, almost pleased, his mouth curved up the edges.

"One word. One phrase. One order. I'll kill anyone you want me to kill."

"Why?" he asked, as if I was stupid.

"Because I can. Because I want to. It can be a game, but you'll have to own up to the fact that you used me as a mercenary and that I didn't really kill the man. You did."

"No, do not kill anyone. God does not look upon murder favourably."

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," I admitted. "Come Iris, I'll perforate your maidenhead in another location."

"What?" she asked, as I grabbed her. "No! Victor!"

"See you later, God fuckers!" I kicked the chapel door open and came face-to-face with my brother.

Fuck me. He shook his head and looked at the floor. I placed Iris there and he looked at her. When he saw the blood on her thighs, he gave me a severe look that started with his eyebrows furrowing and ended with a tight crossing of his huge arms.

"Tell me it's not what it looks like," he ordered me.

"It's not what it looks like."

"It's not, father."

"Did she come to you?" he asked me, his voice gravel to my ears. I shook because I was overwhelmed by his masculinity. I really was a wimp next to him. You know, should I be like that, I think he would be the only man I would let have his way with me. He was also my brother, though, so that would even less possibly happen.

"We were playing. I slit my hand." I showed him the coagulating blood. "And pretended. I wasn't going to. You know I wouldn't."

"No. I don't know that you wouldn't. You're capable of many things, Victor and this is one of them."

"I'm not a rapist. I don't find any sort of fulfilment in little girls, nor in any moving being, not by them just being humans. Nude bodies are beautiful, but they are not sexually appealing to me."

"Father, please, I'm still a maid. I promise it."

"It's a sick joke, Victor. Don't do it again."

"Well I'm pretty sure the Bishop is fucking your son in the ass if you're wondering."

"The Bishop would do no such thing! He's under oath not to dare touch my children sexually. Should he, he knows what awaits him."

"But... that's not what... I was told."

"By whom? Jealous little girls? Don't listen to what Corrine has to say about her brothers. Iris, go wash yourself. Victor, leave the kids alone."

"But they're entertaining me. I'm bored."

"No 'but's. I've heard enough."

Marcus followed his father down the hall and Iris went to her room to clean up. I was left alone. Well... there was one child left I could traumatize. Little Corrine. I asked where she was, holding my knife to the guard's stomach as he hesitated, and was told that she was in the inner courtyard: the perfect emplacement for a little bit of afternoon debauchery.