Memories of Childhood pt. 3

KJ scanned the cage and in the furthest corner was a shrivelled up corpse. Wait... when KJ got closer he noticed that the body was moving. It was a little black boy. It was visibly clear that he hadn't eaten in a few days. He was lacking vitamins and nutrients essential for survival and his body looked like a dried-up corpse as a result. They were all mortals. The little black boy was curled up into the fetal position as he held onto his knees. With a closer look, his ribs and his hips could be seen protruding through his skin like a sore thumb. The poor soul looked like a bag of bones. It appeared as if he used to have hair but it had all fallen out by now. Well…. Only a few strands here and there were still intact. KJ couldn't tell if the boy pulled them out himself or if they naturally fell out on their own.

KJ tried to speak to the little black boy but he didn't respond. The only thing he did was look over any KJ. His mouth would open but no sounds would come out. It looked as if he had to use a great amount of strength just to part his lips. His lips were dry and painfully cracking. His body was very dry and ashy, he was constantly filled with discomfort.

Little KJ found some peace knowing that at least someone would try to speak with him in here.

After a time of sitting in silence….. KJ's eyelids began to grow heavy. He opened and closed them a few times until he slumped over and fell into a peaceful sleep. He had this calm and peaceful aura around him, he sort of emanated happiness and all those other things. He can even have an effect on people where he transfers these positive emotions to them. It may be a placebo or an actual result of his mental. It was his inborn charisma.

When the little boy woke up he was greeted with food. Kaballa came back with another crooked smile. "Hey kiddies. I've brought you your meals. Make sure to eat up so your parents don't worry when you get home."

He placed plates of food in front of the four children. The skinny black boy got the least. He struggled to his knees and crawled over to the food. He struggled to eat but he tried his best to funnel the food into his mouth. KJ got the most and both of the 13-year-olds got the same amount. They looked over at KJ's plate with a jealous stare. They had gotten here at the same time but KJ was receiving special treatment. They envied how KJ was living.

They soon focused on their own meals and went to town.

Little KJ looked over at both sides. The skinny black boy was struggling and KJ went over to him with his plate. He leaned the boy up against him and helped him finish his food. KJ then divided his plate into two equal portions. He put half of his meal into the skinny boy's plate and began eating his own. The skinny boy looked over at KJ with confused eyes….. love, care and compassion were foreign concepts to him. He didn't know how he should react and he refused to eat.... In hopes that KJ would take his food back. He didn't want to accept such a huge favour.

KJ didn't pay him any attention. KJ finished his food and then started to carefully feed the other boy. He looked at the boy with his pure and innocent eyes, he packed the food with one hand while he propped him up with the other.

Little KJ: If you don't want to eat my food the least you could do if outright say it. So until you can confidently tell me face to face to stop giving you food….. I won't stop feeding you! Hmph

Little KJ closed his eyes and made a stubborn face, he was still a kid at heart.

The skinny boy was slightly confused but watching KJ make such a childish face he couldn't help but smirk a little.

KJ noticed it and a huge grin played on his face. "See there it is. You know my father always used to tell me this ever since I was little." KJ's cute little voice rang in the skinny boy's ears. "My father used to tell me every day. There is always a reason to smile… it's just that you have to find it!"

A warm smile surfaced on the skinny boy's face and his stomach looked as if it filled up a little.

And with that, another day passed. With more conversations and more food sharing the skinny boy grew in size over time. He didn't look as if he was a bag of bones like before. Before he literally looked anorexic….. some might even say he looked as if he was on the verge of death. Now his ribs and hips still poked out a bit but he looked much better than before. His bony face puffed up and his skin filled out a little more. He looked on track to regain his health.

However, on the other side of the cage, it looked the opposite. The pair of 13-year-olds were receiving less and less food. This was because unlike the other two….. they would constantly give Kaballa looks filled with hatred. Also, when Kaballa would try to have his way with them they would retaliate. Sometimes the girl would bite down on his lower member during his forceful encounters. The boy would also clench for dear life in order for Kaballa to fail in his efforts. Sometimes it would have Kaballa left with painful blue balls and on those days he would purposefully give them less food. On the days he was successful in his efforts and successful on his entries….. on those days he would make sure to give them extra food. He tried to use their survival as a basis to manipulate them into doing as he pleased. He tried to program their young and impressionable minds. He is the scum of the scum. A terrible man indeed.