The Tempest Act 2 Scene 2 Part 1 a

Act 2, Scene 2 Part 1

Kabib was tending to the stack of woods for the fireplaces in the shed when he heard the loud sounds. The shed was located on the far end of the West Block. The loud noises frightens him very much. As a kid then, any loud noise was the sign of more beatings and torment. It could be his raving mother who would come screaming and then beat him senseless. She accused him of being the devil spawn, and when he was crying for mercy, she would hold him like her own child. With that he learned to scream loud to shut off the noises and beatings from her. She soon died and he was alone, but that the others came to beat him. He would screamed but still they came.

"Silence, you idiot" or "Hold your tongue, bastard'. It matters not what they said. All they wanted was to abused him. It was all the same; they used him for their own needs. It does not matter if he bleeds or sick, they would come into him. So he developed his own inner cell where he retires to when he was afraid of them or the noise. He curled up on the ground with his arms clasping his legs close to his chest, while he lowers his head towards the legs.

The form strengthens his soul; while hands would pry his limbs apart. He would be spread eagled on his front and they would do the vile acts on him. He suffered them all. It was all the same; his mother with her form of punishment cursing him the son of the devil, the nurses; males or females would used him for their pleasures or the inmates who would jumped on his back like a monkey would do on the branches. During the pain, he would fade into his inner world.

A world where he meets his maker.

"Father, I seek thee." Kabib called out for his father; the man who placed the seed into his mother. The form would come in the shape of a stout looking man. A charming one which every woman would be happier to take his seed, but his father seek only his mother. He cared not for their beauty but their sincerity to birth the child for him.

"I am here, son." The form would speak to him. "Ignore the pains. I am here."

With that, Kabib would sit with his father to drink and rejoice like father and son. They would sing and laughed. Nothing would separate them. They hear nothing but their own voices. They are in heaven.

When it was over, Kabib would wake up. He would crawl to the nearest wash area and doused his marks of pain with the icy water to numbed the feels. For every bucket he poured on himself, he would uttered the curses to the benefactor that placed him here.

"All the infections that the sun sucks up

From bogs, fens, flats on the benefactor fall,

and make him by inchmeal a disease!"

He learned it from the books. He would repeat those words that would ease his fading pains.

That did not work that day.

It did not for sometimes now.

Maybe he had grown older.

Or the world he had built was not enough.

The curses were not powerful anymore.

He need to find another passage to recite.