Eden, the Fifth Wolf (Explicit Child Abuse, Violence)

Alcibiades Brixton Griffith stared out the carriage. His eyes reflected emptiness as they wandered randomly, aimlessly, wishing to be like the birds flying far away from here. His eyes were sunken in, and the black rings were dark as if tattooed to his skin.
"Once you see the true beauty of the sale, the desperate hunt, and the lust of depravity, you'll understand the human condition and why we sell. I think you'll see it my way, Alcibiades."
It was a laughable statement to the young man. How would seeing an old desperate spend thousands of gold coins on an unwilling young woman make him agree? His blood grew hotter as he said nothing, his fist tightening. How much longer would he need to pretend? He just needed to be the family head. Alcibiades could change everything. Deep inside, a pain called to him, telling him how much of a coward he was. His mask was cracking at the seams.
His father and Alcibiades stayed silent the rest of the way until they reached the bridge leading them to one of their private manors. His father hummed a song in dedication to the Lovely Queen. Meanwhile, the young noble thought about the truth of the Terrible Queen. Only the rich would be so foolish and blind to her highness, but greed blinded them. It corrupted their world into a dark one. Alcibiades felt nauseous as the carriage rocked across the bridge above the sea. He didn't belong here. He craved to get lost in the Garden of Eden, to disappear from this godforsaken country.
That was when the vile thoughts of the nobles awaiting their arrival washed in like the tide. Alcibiades gasped, gripping his head at the typhoon of voices deep in his mind. The desperate cries of caged beings. The animal squeals and roars. Perverted and anticipating men and women excited to fulfill sick desires. The young man gritted his teeth, eyes shutting tight as he tried to shut the voices out. His father's laughter seemed to gain the young noble a place to focus on regardless of how disgusting that made him feel. He hated relying on that evil man in his fragile hour.
"Isn't it a beautiful collection of noises? I wish I could hear what you can, but the smell is just as nice." His father sighed, taking a deep inhale into his lungs.
Alcibiades gagged on the distasteful sins of men. Lust, greed, and gluttony fill the air with toxins of the soul. Why had it come to this, and why did he have to be here? He knew his father expected him to agree, but he couldn't.
"It is awful, father. I take no joy nor pleasure in this."
Here would come his father's wrath, and he knew it. As on cue, his father's fist collided with the young noble's stomach.
'Spoiled, worthless brat. Alcibiades brothers accepted this openly, so why must he be so pathetic? If he wants, the ingrate can certainly sell him off and say he died in an accident. No one would even remember him. A beastkin could buy him and have their way with him. That would be entertaining to watch.'
Alcibiades grew pale at his father's thoughts. How much longer would this go on? Would he become a plaything to break, too? Could he even gain any more cracks in his soul?
"Sorry, father," the young noble muttered, getting to the carriage's ground and lowering his upper body to the ground in a bow. His father smirked at the display.
'That is right, know your place.' Alcibiades sunk his teeth deep into the side of his cheek, and the blood pooled in his mouth. He knew he couldn't take much more, but what else could he do? The other option didn't sound pleasant, and he didn't want to die.