Haunted Wood Inhale the clarity

The boy was bashful, reserved about what he had discovered - and thought it was natural to feel that way at his age, any good parent would say so; Vengeance was just not a good parent. He wasn't a parent, a father, someone who took care of his young let alone someone else's young that he had taken in for his own selfish gains. No, he would test this boy and see what would invoke what. So he continued.

A sexual fantasy. There was no filter, at all. Where your own personal desires haunt your dreams, teasing you with what you so hunger for. Even as Valour averted his gaze, Vengeance's own gaze remained steady, studying the boy as he tried to pick him apart, piece by piece. He had to chip away at what his parents had taught him and teach him a whole new way of living, something that Vengeance could only hope he enjoyed a little more than the good life of home. 

You're young, a little young for such wants, but perhaps you need a way to find release...