Malachi was pacing back and forth from one side of the cells to the other, seething at the cowering boy in sitting there instead of the women. The boy shaking harder than they ever did, proving they were indeed stronger than him, they never showed their fear of him. Oh, he knew they were frightened of him. Down right terrified of him at some points, but they never cowered in the corner shaking like tree in a hurricane.
"Please, don't hurt me," he begged. "I'll tell you anything. Please, please, just don't hit me" he sniveled. His face looking like his fathers, and his voice finding and grating on Malachi's final nerve.
"You, have not only failed me by not keeping them here, but your sight disgusts me. You are weak and pathetic, just like your coward father," Malachi's
