Sarpen

Gosha lay in a broken heap on the floor, taking her by force was becoming tedious for Sarpen. She no longer screamed or cried, she just submitted. He needed more from the bitch, he crossed the room still naked.

Pulled her head off the floor by her hair and shoved the barrel of his Colt into her mouth.

"I am going to blow your head off, you are worthless to me" he raged.She began to whimper pathetically. "Wrap your lips around it like it's my cock whore, show me the techniques you have learned" she continued to whimper which made him angrier," I SAID DO IT!!!" His hand was trembling with excitement now.

Gosha whispered a response "I ... am... with child" she flinched instinctively.

Upon the utterance of those four words the gun went limp in Sarpen's hand. He staggered backwards as if struck by some unseen, malicious entity.

As he recoiled he stammered, " no-no it-it cannot be mine" shaking his head vigorously, " not-not mine. Y-you are a whore, you have slept with every m-man here"

"I have not bled in three months, I have only been with y-"

"LIES!! You manipulated me! You slander me! Y-you have tempted me with your whore body!"

He struck swiftly kicking her repeatedly in the abdomen attempting to stomp his problems out of existence.

He was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"What is it?! I am busy!" He hissed

The voice of the Head Steward responded, "your father seeks your audience...Lord"

"Fuck off!"

"He says it is urgent"

Sarpen slithered to the door and threw it open to challenge his father's emissary. The man noticed the girl holding her stomach on the floor as Sarpen pushed past him.

He could tell as soon as he entered his father's study that the man was in an unpleasant mood.

"Sarpen sit! We have something of importance to discuss"

He took the seat opposite of his father at his massive desk.

"It's about our missing men, I'm afraid it's bad news. They were ambushed at Colesti, by that blasted cult. All perished except that young lad."

"Cerubian? How do you know all this?" Sarpen inquired.

"Your devil of a mother has him, she sent a letter, read it yourself" The Postelnik tossed the letter at his son with a grunt.

Dear: BartolomeuI have some troubling news for you, I have come into possession of one of your men. Apparently they were attacked by a Blood Cult in the woods, you really should do something about that, it makes you look weak. The young man will be recuperating here at the convent for the foreseeable future. He was poisoned, but survived because of his youthful vitality . I have found his company very stimulating, he has been using his rather large spear to teach me combat techniques. 

I will send him along when I finally tire of going riding with him.

Dear, how is your leg? Have they chopped it off yet? Tell Sarpen to visit his mother once in a while.

Your ever loving wife, Talyssa Cantacuzino

Sarpen's face was crimson, he knew this will put his father in a foul mood for weeks.

"Damn that woman! She how openly mocks me! Gloating about her conquests of fucking my own men! I should have had her killed after her infidelity, it was my right. Your damn uncle intervened, told me to show mercy! Look where my goddamn mercy has got me! Everyday  she still breathes she mocks this family!"

Sarpen tossed the letter unto the desk, and with a hand firmly on his Colt, he stormed out. Leaving behind the ominous thunder of his father's coughing.