Morning Torment and Harsh Punishment

Setting:

The Smith estate, early morning. The grand kitchen and adjacent living areas are pristine and filled with the soft morning light filtering through large windows. The contrast between the beauty of the estate and the cruelty within its walls is stark.

Characters:

Jamal Smith: The 18-year-old black boy, enduring relentless humiliation and degradation.

Nathan Smith: The 20-year-old white male, cruel and domineering.

Michael Smith: The 35-year-old father, stern and indifferent to Jamal's suffering.

Emily Smith: The 32-year-old mother, detached and cold.

James Smith: The 30-year-old uncle, enjoying the power and control over Jamal.

Scene:

The camera opens with a close-up shot of Jamal, still sleeping on the thin mat in his bare room. The door bursts open, and Nathan storms in, carrying a bucket of ice-cold water. Without warning, Nathan dumps the water over Jamal, jolting him awake.

Nathan: (shouting) Wake up, Jamal! Time to start your day.

Jamal shivers violently, the cold water soaking through him. He struggles to sit up, his eyes barely open from the sudden wake-up call.

Nathan: (mocking) Get up, you lazy dog. We've got work to do.

Jamal stands, his body trembling. Nathan grabs a heavy stone tied to a rope and attaches it to Jamal's chastity cage. The weight pulls painfully on his penis and balls, making every movement agonizing.

Nathan: (smirking) Let's see how well you can work with this.

Jamal nods, too beaten down to respond verbally. He starts his chores, moving slowly and carefully around the kitchen. He wipes down counters, scrubs floors, and cleans dishes, the stone swinging heavily with each movement.

The camera captures Jamal's pained expression and labored breathing as he works. Nathan stands nearby, watching with a cruel smile, occasionally yanking on the rope attached to the stone, causing Jamal to wince and stumble.

Nathan: (laughing) Look at you, trying so hard. Don’t you dare break anything.

Jamal continues to work, his movements slow and deliberate. He reaches for a plate, his hands trembling from the weight and pain. As he tries to place the plate on a high shelf, his grip falters. The plate slips from his hands and shatters on the floor.

Nathan: (shouting) What did I just say, you worthless ****!

Nathan storms over, grabbing the rope and pulling it hard. Jamal cries out in pain, dropping to his knees as the stone pulls even more painfully on his groin.

Nathan: You think you can just break our things and get away with it? Think again!

Michael, Emily, and James enter the kitchen, drawn by the commotion. Michael's expression is stern, Emily's cold, and James's filled with cruel amusement.

Michael: (harshly) What happened here?

Nathan: (angrily) He broke a plate, Father. He’s useless.

Michael: (coldly) Then he needs to be taught a lesson.

Michael walks over to Jamal, who is still on his knees, trembling with pain and fear. Michael grabs a nearby whip and hands it to Nathan.

Michael: (sternly) Punish him properly.

Nathan takes the whip, a cruel smile spreading across his face. He raises it high and brings it down hard on Jamal’s back, the sound of the crack echoing through the kitchen. Jamal screams in pain, his body convulsing with each lash.

Emily: (detached) Make sure he learns, Nathan. We can’t tolerate this behavior.

The whipping continues, each strike more brutal than the last. Jamal’s back becomes a canvas of red welts and open wounds, his screams filling the room. Nathan, Michael, Emily, and James watch with varying degrees of satisfaction and indifference.

Nathan: (breathing heavily) Are you learning your lesson, Jamal?

Jamal: (**** out) Yes, Master Nathan. I’m sorry, Master Nathan.

James: (mockingly) Maybe we should make him clean up the mess with his hand.

Michael nods in approval, and Nathan yanks Jamal to his feet by the rope attached to the stone.

Nathan: (smirking) You heard him. Clean it up.