Chapter 27 - The Touch of the Master

~ Erik ~

Suffering.

That’s the only word I know since I learnt of my amazing family history.

First and foremost, I knew already that my mother was ra*ped by my father. I knew that before she died of childbirth because of hemorrhage complications, she named me Erik. The Dominican nuns raised me in their convent afterwards and all the while I thought I was an orphan. I never knew about my father and his whereabouts, and the nuns weren’t open to discussing the topic.

I don’t give a damn about it though.

I was content with my life as an innocent errand boy, until my father’s goons came and took me away by force when I was fourteen.

I was whisked away to a secluded location and subjected to rows and rows of immense torment my tormentor would call a ‘preparation’ for my eventual life ahead.

Mr. Hyde, as what his men mostly called him, taught me how t