Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Starting Over ❯ Chapter 9
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By: Lemony Chocolate 
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Angst / Psychological / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.03.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 468 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Angst / Psychological / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.03.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 468 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 9
"You're bluffing," he said smiling coldly. He saw them hesitate, glancing at each other. Aha, he crowed to himself, I've called your bluff. Now what are you going to do you fucking bitch, he sneered silently at Stella.
Stella sighed. "Eclair, go get a tape and put it in the VCR." Eclair ran and quickly selected a tape and placed it in the VCR before reporting back.
"Mr. Glace," she said, her lips twisting as if she had tasted something nasty in her mouth, "After you." She gestured towards the direction of the family room.
Upstairs, Marron got Carrot into the bathroom. Carrot was shaking so hard that he couldn't even undo the buttons on his fouled shirt. His fingers were slimy as were the buttons. Marron quickly shucked his befouled shirt and helped Carrot out of his cloths. Then he got him in the huge shower stall and turned on the water. He swiftly stepped in getting his pants wet upon seeing Carrot collapse on the floor of the shower. He quickly peeled off his pants and tossed them onto the tile floor and gently picked Carrot up. Holding the shaking and shuddering boy against him until he became calm. Gently he ran his hands up and down the shuddering back and waited for the shaking to ease.
Grabbing the shower gel, he swiftly lathered up a cloth and began washing the smaller body pressed against him, murmuring soothing nonsense into the shell of his ear. Feeling the quaking slowly subside and knowing that Carrot was listening, he quietly said into his ear, "I was so proud of you." He leaned back and looked into his niisan's wide eyes. A tender smile curved his lips.
"Y-you were?" Carrot stammered out, blinking furiously against the water dripping from his wet hair. A warm glow spread through him at the praise. "But I was so weak and cowardly. I was terrified and shaking like a leaf. If it hadn't been for you holding me up, I would have collapsed on the floor. And then to thrown up all over you."
"You were terrified, but you STOOD up to him. You were shaking like a leaf, but, Carrot, you defied him. You were strong not weak," Marron reassured him. He grasped Carrot's face between his palms and searching the wide eyes, willing him to believe him.
"You think so," Carrot asked, a shy, pleased smile crossing his face at the words. I did stand up to the bastard, he thought wonderingly, I did it! And a wide grin settled on his face. Marron, seeing the look, braced himself.
"Yeah!" Carrot cried, jumping up and wrapping his legs and arms around Marron. "I did it!" he crowed, flinging back his head in delirious joy. Marron gritted his teeth to stop his body from reacting to the wet, naked body rubbing against him. An involuntary reaction, he told himself grimly.
Abruptly, Carrot jumped down, and Marron sighed in relief. Then groaned as Carrot turned around and pressed back against him, lifting his face to the water. Grabbing Marron's hand with the washcloth, he swiftly turned around and began washing Marron's front.
"Yeah, we showed him," Carrot said fiercely as he washed Marron's chest and stomach, still thinking the confrontation he had with Onion. He failed to notice Marron's reaction to his touch. Marron swiftly grabbed the cloth back and turned Carrot around, ignoring his protests. He did not wanting to scare his niisan with his obvious hardening. Holding the squirming Carrot with one hand and pushing open the door with the other, he got them out of the warm shower. Quickly seizing a towel, he wrapped one around his narrow hips and grabbed another and proceeded to roughly towel the complaining Carrot. Gradually he gentled the rough toweling until he managed to get Carrot to giggle from the ticklish sensation. Finally, he relaxed seeing the beautiful smile on his niisan's face and feeling his disturbing arousal die down. He wrapped the towel around Carrot's waist.
And pulling the warm, laughing boy to him, he slipped an arm around slender shoulders as they walked into Marron's room. "Do you want to go back downstairs," he asked quietly as he gathered a pair of silk pajama bottoms from the drawer for him and a pair of the new ones for Carrot.
"I dunno, do you think we-I-should?" Carrot asked hesitantly, dropping his towel and pulling on the thin silk black pants. He looked over at Marron, who was just bending over and pulling on his white silk bottoms, and felt a hot, tingling rush go through him. Pressing a hand to his stomach, he wondered if this was the first symptom.
"Carrot," Marron said as he turned and noticed Carrot had a hand pressed against his stomach and an odd expression on his face. He watched as Carrot jerked his hand away and the expression disappeared before Carrot's jester's mask slid firmly in place. He wears it even with me, Marron thought in shock and some anger. His eyes narrowed.
"Aw, it was nothing," Carrot said waving a hand in dismissal, "I was just making sure that I had emptied my stomach. I'd hate a repeat performance." He finished the performance with a wide grin and a wink. He blinked at the cool look Marron gave him. As if he knew I was lying, he thought uneasily and closed his mouth. Shirtless they walked out the room and, hearing the voices coming from the living room, they wandered in that direction. Carrot breathed a sigh of relief seeing that his messy little accident had been cleaned up. Could have been worse, he thought, I could have shit in my pants. I was so scared.
Seeing everyone simply sitting down and talking he wondered.
"What happened to Onion, did he leave," he asked looking around. He avoided eye contact with Marron, who seemed to be angry at him. And I don't know for what, he thought miserably to himself.
"He's watching the tape," Stella said quietly, her eyes sympathetic as she saw Carrot pale alarmingly. He glanced at his otooto before biting his lips and sitting down in a chair. He looked so lost and alone with his arms wrapped around himself for comfort. She and everyone else looked accusingly at Marron, who took no notice as he regarded his niisan. Stifling a sigh he stalked over to the chair, scooped up his squirming niisan, sat down and pulled the stiffening Carrot into his lap.
"I don't need you to comfort me. I'm not weak. I'm not a baby that I need to sit in your lap. I can stand on my own. I'm your older brother, I'm supposed to protect you. Not the other way around," Carrot said quietly, turning to look Marron in the eye.
Marron smiled. "What makes you think it's for your sake that I want you to sit in my lap," he said equally quiet, "Did you ever think that it comforts me to have you so close, to feel you, to touch you and finally know that you are real and not my imagination; to know that my niisan is finally with me. You have no idea how much it comforts me to have you like this." He gestured to their current seating arrangements. "Of course if you were bigger," he teased trying to get a smile out of his niisan, "I'd be sitting in your lap." He watched with satisfaction as a smile bloomed on his niisan's face. He should always be smiling, he thought with wonder. His face is made for joy.
Carrot leaned his head again Marron's shoulder with a sigh. Puzzled at the looks he was getting from everyone else, he stiffened slightly. Marron accurately reading the looks on everyone's faces, rolled his eyes and glared at them all as they turned away with smirks on their faces. They were getting a big kick out of seeing Marron act mushy with his niisan.
The door to the family room opened. As one their eyes hardened as they turned their attention to the man frame in the doorway. Onion took no notice of them. His eyes were fixed on his two sons cuddled together in an easy chair. Sick rage burned in his eyes as he took in the protective way they clung to each other. He saw the enraged fury glowing in Marron's eyes. He saw how Carrot gently rubbed his hand up and down a tense arm, the look they exchanged at the touch, and how the rage and tenseness ease in Marron's eyes and attitude.
That stupid cunt, he thought foully, if she were alive, I would love to wrap my hands around her fucking throat and choke the life out of that bitch! Knowing that, with the tape, he didn't have a snowball's chance is hell of getting either of the boys, much less Carrot, back into his clutches. He smirked inwardly thinking of his plans. All I need is another eight months. If I can just hold on for another eight months, I'll be able to have both of my boys. I'll still have my revenge. First on those Misu bitches. I know the perfect people that would love to have the two young and sweet and undoubtedly virgin bitches like Tira and Chocolate, and I know just the person for that cunt Cinnamon. As the nasty thought emerged, he nearly laughed at the expression of horror and terror that would soon sweep over the Misu household, or should he say the 'whore' household.
Carrot shuddered. He recognized the look on Onion's face and knew that it wasn't over. Not by a long shot. Onion still had some tricks up his sleeve and everybody had better be on their guard.
"Well, Ms. Church, it appears that you have me by the short hairs," he said coolly, inwardly raging at her. He would destroy her. If it was the last thing he did, he would destroy her, see her crushed in the dirt and filth. He would watch the knowledge dawn in her eyes as to who brought her low.
"So it would appear, Glace," Stella said quietly, watchfully. She had faced too many opponents in her life to be a fool at this point. He hadn't given up; he had just changed directions. Her eyes narrowed in calculation. He would bear careful watching. She made a mental to step up their campaign against Onion Glace. She had a feeling that whatever was going to happen would take place within the next few months, and they would need all their resources to battle this evil man.
"I will then await your lawyers at my home tomorrow," he murmured coldly and departed.
Carrot held himself tense in Marron's lap, feeling his hand stroking gently at the small of his back, pleasure easing the tension from his too tight muscles. He shifted subtly in Marron's lap, arching to get more of that wonderful touch. Marron laughed softly at the movement, seeing Carrot's eyes close in pleasure.
"I can't believe it," Chocolate cried out hearing the door slam and the car roar off, "We won!" She excitedly grabbed her sister and they danced in enjoyment at their victory.
Carrot's eyes snapped open as he flowed out of Marron's lap and stalked over to the laughing girls.
"Silly fools," he hissed watching in dark satisfaction as they froze at his tone, "Do you honestly think he's given up this easily, this quickly. Do you think he's risen to the top of Church Corp. without being utterly ruthless." He stalked around the motionless girls.
The others eyes widened at this abrupt change in Carrot's attitude. One moment he was sweet and cuddly in Marron's lap and the other he was this dangerous predatory creature. Syrus' eyes narrowed at the change.
"You have no idea of what he's capable of. He perceives you three," gesturing to the three Misu women, "As the weakest link and he will go after you. First Tira, next will be Cinnamon and last will be you Chocolate. He will want you broken and terrified like little mice." He continued, speaking quietly, stepping into Chocolate's face and watching the fear fill her face, "And when you are finally out of you mind with terror he'll strike, and by that time you will welcome anything and everything he will do to you."
"Back off," Tira said angrily coming out of her horrified daze and pulling her trembling sister into her arms. "Just because he broke you and did that to you..." She broke off ashamed, holding Chocolate tightly in her arms.
Carrot smiled strangely and stepped closer to them, his eyes distant, "Do you remember when you had kidnapped me to get me to the doctor because you thought Onion was abusing me?" He waited for their nods of assent as the other exchanged puzzled glances. Marron waited knowing that something horrible was going to issue from Carrot's mouth.
"Onion found out and took me to this place simply called The House. He intended to put you all there," Carrot said, remembering the horror of that place. His eyes snapped back to the Misu sisters as he reached out a hand and gently stroked Chocolate's cheek. He stepped closer and crooned, "Beautiful, lovely Chocolate with the most beautiful eyes a woman can have, he had such plans for you. He would have put you in with the rest of them, in the Hall of Screams. Your beautiful body dangling from the ceiling, screaming and writhing under the whip as it caressed your bare body with lightening pain; screaming as untold number of strange men savaging your body while you're chained down, pissing on you, shitting on you, cutting strips of flesh from your body, raping you; and when you are finally broken you'll be sold as a slave, collared and branded 'Property of' some other sick bastard. You would have begged for death and he would have laugh as you serviced your 'Master'.
"And I mustn't forget you, my sweet, gentle Tira," he purred switching his attention to the quivering younger girl, "Lovely, quiet Tira. Oh how he would have loved making you scream. You have such hidden reservoirs of strength within you that he's itching break. By the time he and they would be finished with you, you would have been crawling on for them, waving your pretty little ass, doing anything so that they wouldn't hurt you." He circled around her and enfolding her in his arms as he stroked his cheek against hers.
"Stop it, stop it," Tira cried tearing herself out of his arms. Carrot advance on her as she backed up in fear.
"It took me over two weeks of begging him, satisfying him, letting him do every little filthy thing he wanted to me before gave up his plan of putting the two of you in that place," Carrot hissed. "It took me two weeks of total bed rest to heal both the internal and external injuries."
Carrot cocked his head to the side and smiled strangely. "Did you honestly think that Marron was the only one he held over my head." He shook his head watching the horrified realization on all their faces as they comprehended that Onion had also held the Misu family hostage against Carrot.
"But he never broke me, not like he will if he gets his hands on the three of you," Carrot continued calmly turning to leave the room. "I learned a long time ago to sacrifice the outer me and how to protect the inner me. I'll see you upstairs Marron." With that he exited the room leaving a horrified silence behind broken by only Tira and Chocolate's muffled sobbing. Cinnamon hurried over to her sobbing daughters, trying to comfort the girls as they kept crying, "We didn't know, were sorry! We didn't know!"
Syrus turned to Marron, "I need to see him in my office as soon as possible. He has problems I think he hasn't faced yet. I don't care what he says; he's been through too much not to have been affected by Onion's abuse, especially without a support system in place."
"Yes and I'll need to see him also," Mille said quietly. "If what Onion said was true, I'll need to know what medicines he gave Carrot, in addition to getting a full physical and blood work done on him. There's no telling what he's got running through his system."
"Okay, I'll talk to him about coming to see you. Also, Mama," Marron said quietly, knowing that everyone was concerned about his niisan, "I think that we need to get someone to work with Carrot to teach him self-defense. We're not always going to be around and if Carrot needs help, I want him able to defend himself until we can get there."
"I was just thinking the same thing. Also, I want you all assembled in the War Room at eight am. We need to escalate our plans against Onion as soon as possible. Like Carrot, I don't believe for a minute that it's over. In addition, Cinnamon, I think you need to move your daughters and yourself into the house for your own protection. I don't think I like the way he was looking at the three of you. Take a couple of my guards and go home now and pack everything of importance to you and get back here." Stella summoned her bodyguards and gave them orders.
"You're bluffing," he said smiling coldly. He saw them hesitate, glancing at each other. Aha, he crowed to himself, I've called your bluff. Now what are you going to do you fucking bitch, he sneered silently at Stella.
Stella sighed. "Eclair, go get a tape and put it in the VCR." Eclair ran and quickly selected a tape and placed it in the VCR before reporting back.
"Mr. Glace," she said, her lips twisting as if she had tasted something nasty in her mouth, "After you." She gestured towards the direction of the family room.
Upstairs, Marron got Carrot into the bathroom. Carrot was shaking so hard that he couldn't even undo the buttons on his fouled shirt. His fingers were slimy as were the buttons. Marron quickly shucked his befouled shirt and helped Carrot out of his cloths. Then he got him in the huge shower stall and turned on the water. He swiftly stepped in getting his pants wet upon seeing Carrot collapse on the floor of the shower. He quickly peeled off his pants and tossed them onto the tile floor and gently picked Carrot up. Holding the shaking and shuddering boy against him until he became calm. Gently he ran his hands up and down the shuddering back and waited for the shaking to ease.
Grabbing the shower gel, he swiftly lathered up a cloth and began washing the smaller body pressed against him, murmuring soothing nonsense into the shell of his ear. Feeling the quaking slowly subside and knowing that Carrot was listening, he quietly said into his ear, "I was so proud of you." He leaned back and looked into his niisan's wide eyes. A tender smile curved his lips.
"Y-you were?" Carrot stammered out, blinking furiously against the water dripping from his wet hair. A warm glow spread through him at the praise. "But I was so weak and cowardly. I was terrified and shaking like a leaf. If it hadn't been for you holding me up, I would have collapsed on the floor. And then to thrown up all over you."
"You were terrified, but you STOOD up to him. You were shaking like a leaf, but, Carrot, you defied him. You were strong not weak," Marron reassured him. He grasped Carrot's face between his palms and searching the wide eyes, willing him to believe him.
"You think so," Carrot asked, a shy, pleased smile crossing his face at the words. I did stand up to the bastard, he thought wonderingly, I did it! And a wide grin settled on his face. Marron, seeing the look, braced himself.
"Yeah!" Carrot cried, jumping up and wrapping his legs and arms around Marron. "I did it!" he crowed, flinging back his head in delirious joy. Marron gritted his teeth to stop his body from reacting to the wet, naked body rubbing against him. An involuntary reaction, he told himself grimly.
Abruptly, Carrot jumped down, and Marron sighed in relief. Then groaned as Carrot turned around and pressed back against him, lifting his face to the water. Grabbing Marron's hand with the washcloth, he swiftly turned around and began washing Marron's front.
"Yeah, we showed him," Carrot said fiercely as he washed Marron's chest and stomach, still thinking the confrontation he had with Onion. He failed to notice Marron's reaction to his touch. Marron swiftly grabbed the cloth back and turned Carrot around, ignoring his protests. He did not wanting to scare his niisan with his obvious hardening. Holding the squirming Carrot with one hand and pushing open the door with the other, he got them out of the warm shower. Quickly seizing a towel, he wrapped one around his narrow hips and grabbed another and proceeded to roughly towel the complaining Carrot. Gradually he gentled the rough toweling until he managed to get Carrot to giggle from the ticklish sensation. Finally, he relaxed seeing the beautiful smile on his niisan's face and feeling his disturbing arousal die down. He wrapped the towel around Carrot's waist.
And pulling the warm, laughing boy to him, he slipped an arm around slender shoulders as they walked into Marron's room. "Do you want to go back downstairs," he asked quietly as he gathered a pair of silk pajama bottoms from the drawer for him and a pair of the new ones for Carrot.
"I dunno, do you think we-I-should?" Carrot asked hesitantly, dropping his towel and pulling on the thin silk black pants. He looked over at Marron, who was just bending over and pulling on his white silk bottoms, and felt a hot, tingling rush go through him. Pressing a hand to his stomach, he wondered if this was the first symptom.
"Carrot," Marron said as he turned and noticed Carrot had a hand pressed against his stomach and an odd expression on his face. He watched as Carrot jerked his hand away and the expression disappeared before Carrot's jester's mask slid firmly in place. He wears it even with me, Marron thought in shock and some anger. His eyes narrowed.
"Aw, it was nothing," Carrot said waving a hand in dismissal, "I was just making sure that I had emptied my stomach. I'd hate a repeat performance." He finished the performance with a wide grin and a wink. He blinked at the cool look Marron gave him. As if he knew I was lying, he thought uneasily and closed his mouth. Shirtless they walked out the room and, hearing the voices coming from the living room, they wandered in that direction. Carrot breathed a sigh of relief seeing that his messy little accident had been cleaned up. Could have been worse, he thought, I could have shit in my pants. I was so scared.
Seeing everyone simply sitting down and talking he wondered.
"What happened to Onion, did he leave," he asked looking around. He avoided eye contact with Marron, who seemed to be angry at him. And I don't know for what, he thought miserably to himself.
"He's watching the tape," Stella said quietly, her eyes sympathetic as she saw Carrot pale alarmingly. He glanced at his otooto before biting his lips and sitting down in a chair. He looked so lost and alone with his arms wrapped around himself for comfort. She and everyone else looked accusingly at Marron, who took no notice as he regarded his niisan. Stifling a sigh he stalked over to the chair, scooped up his squirming niisan, sat down and pulled the stiffening Carrot into his lap.
"I don't need you to comfort me. I'm not weak. I'm not a baby that I need to sit in your lap. I can stand on my own. I'm your older brother, I'm supposed to protect you. Not the other way around," Carrot said quietly, turning to look Marron in the eye.
Marron smiled. "What makes you think it's for your sake that I want you to sit in my lap," he said equally quiet, "Did you ever think that it comforts me to have you so close, to feel you, to touch you and finally know that you are real and not my imagination; to know that my niisan is finally with me. You have no idea how much it comforts me to have you like this." He gestured to their current seating arrangements. "Of course if you were bigger," he teased trying to get a smile out of his niisan, "I'd be sitting in your lap." He watched with satisfaction as a smile bloomed on his niisan's face. He should always be smiling, he thought with wonder. His face is made for joy.
Carrot leaned his head again Marron's shoulder with a sigh. Puzzled at the looks he was getting from everyone else, he stiffened slightly. Marron accurately reading the looks on everyone's faces, rolled his eyes and glared at them all as they turned away with smirks on their faces. They were getting a big kick out of seeing Marron act mushy with his niisan.
The door to the family room opened. As one their eyes hardened as they turned their attention to the man frame in the doorway. Onion took no notice of them. His eyes were fixed on his two sons cuddled together in an easy chair. Sick rage burned in his eyes as he took in the protective way they clung to each other. He saw the enraged fury glowing in Marron's eyes. He saw how Carrot gently rubbed his hand up and down a tense arm, the look they exchanged at the touch, and how the rage and tenseness ease in Marron's eyes and attitude.
That stupid cunt, he thought foully, if she were alive, I would love to wrap my hands around her fucking throat and choke the life out of that bitch! Knowing that, with the tape, he didn't have a snowball's chance is hell of getting either of the boys, much less Carrot, back into his clutches. He smirked inwardly thinking of his plans. All I need is another eight months. If I can just hold on for another eight months, I'll be able to have both of my boys. I'll still have my revenge. First on those Misu bitches. I know the perfect people that would love to have the two young and sweet and undoubtedly virgin bitches like Tira and Chocolate, and I know just the person for that cunt Cinnamon. As the nasty thought emerged, he nearly laughed at the expression of horror and terror that would soon sweep over the Misu household, or should he say the 'whore' household.
Carrot shuddered. He recognized the look on Onion's face and knew that it wasn't over. Not by a long shot. Onion still had some tricks up his sleeve and everybody had better be on their guard.
"Well, Ms. Church, it appears that you have me by the short hairs," he said coolly, inwardly raging at her. He would destroy her. If it was the last thing he did, he would destroy her, see her crushed in the dirt and filth. He would watch the knowledge dawn in her eyes as to who brought her low.
"So it would appear, Glace," Stella said quietly, watchfully. She had faced too many opponents in her life to be a fool at this point. He hadn't given up; he had just changed directions. Her eyes narrowed in calculation. He would bear careful watching. She made a mental to step up their campaign against Onion Glace. She had a feeling that whatever was going to happen would take place within the next few months, and they would need all their resources to battle this evil man.
"I will then await your lawyers at my home tomorrow," he murmured coldly and departed.
Carrot held himself tense in Marron's lap, feeling his hand stroking gently at the small of his back, pleasure easing the tension from his too tight muscles. He shifted subtly in Marron's lap, arching to get more of that wonderful touch. Marron laughed softly at the movement, seeing Carrot's eyes close in pleasure.
"I can't believe it," Chocolate cried out hearing the door slam and the car roar off, "We won!" She excitedly grabbed her sister and they danced in enjoyment at their victory.
Carrot's eyes snapped open as he flowed out of Marron's lap and stalked over to the laughing girls.
"Silly fools," he hissed watching in dark satisfaction as they froze at his tone, "Do you honestly think he's given up this easily, this quickly. Do you think he's risen to the top of Church Corp. without being utterly ruthless." He stalked around the motionless girls.
The others eyes widened at this abrupt change in Carrot's attitude. One moment he was sweet and cuddly in Marron's lap and the other he was this dangerous predatory creature. Syrus' eyes narrowed at the change.
"You have no idea of what he's capable of. He perceives you three," gesturing to the three Misu women, "As the weakest link and he will go after you. First Tira, next will be Cinnamon and last will be you Chocolate. He will want you broken and terrified like little mice." He continued, speaking quietly, stepping into Chocolate's face and watching the fear fill her face, "And when you are finally out of you mind with terror he'll strike, and by that time you will welcome anything and everything he will do to you."
"Back off," Tira said angrily coming out of her horrified daze and pulling her trembling sister into her arms. "Just because he broke you and did that to you..." She broke off ashamed, holding Chocolate tightly in her arms.
Carrot smiled strangely and stepped closer to them, his eyes distant, "Do you remember when you had kidnapped me to get me to the doctor because you thought Onion was abusing me?" He waited for their nods of assent as the other exchanged puzzled glances. Marron waited knowing that something horrible was going to issue from Carrot's mouth.
"Onion found out and took me to this place simply called The House. He intended to put you all there," Carrot said, remembering the horror of that place. His eyes snapped back to the Misu sisters as he reached out a hand and gently stroked Chocolate's cheek. He stepped closer and crooned, "Beautiful, lovely Chocolate with the most beautiful eyes a woman can have, he had such plans for you. He would have put you in with the rest of them, in the Hall of Screams. Your beautiful body dangling from the ceiling, screaming and writhing under the whip as it caressed your bare body with lightening pain; screaming as untold number of strange men savaging your body while you're chained down, pissing on you, shitting on you, cutting strips of flesh from your body, raping you; and when you are finally broken you'll be sold as a slave, collared and branded 'Property of' some other sick bastard. You would have begged for death and he would have laugh as you serviced your 'Master'.
"And I mustn't forget you, my sweet, gentle Tira," he purred switching his attention to the quivering younger girl, "Lovely, quiet Tira. Oh how he would have loved making you scream. You have such hidden reservoirs of strength within you that he's itching break. By the time he and they would be finished with you, you would have been crawling on for them, waving your pretty little ass, doing anything so that they wouldn't hurt you." He circled around her and enfolding her in his arms as he stroked his cheek against hers.
"Stop it, stop it," Tira cried tearing herself out of his arms. Carrot advance on her as she backed up in fear.
"It took me over two weeks of begging him, satisfying him, letting him do every little filthy thing he wanted to me before gave up his plan of putting the two of you in that place," Carrot hissed. "It took me two weeks of total bed rest to heal both the internal and external injuries."
Carrot cocked his head to the side and smiled strangely. "Did you honestly think that Marron was the only one he held over my head." He shook his head watching the horrified realization on all their faces as they comprehended that Onion had also held the Misu family hostage against Carrot.
"But he never broke me, not like he will if he gets his hands on the three of you," Carrot continued calmly turning to leave the room. "I learned a long time ago to sacrifice the outer me and how to protect the inner me. I'll see you upstairs Marron." With that he exited the room leaving a horrified silence behind broken by only Tira and Chocolate's muffled sobbing. Cinnamon hurried over to her sobbing daughters, trying to comfort the girls as they kept crying, "We didn't know, were sorry! We didn't know!"
Syrus turned to Marron, "I need to see him in my office as soon as possible. He has problems I think he hasn't faced yet. I don't care what he says; he's been through too much not to have been affected by Onion's abuse, especially without a support system in place."
"Yes and I'll need to see him also," Mille said quietly. "If what Onion said was true, I'll need to know what medicines he gave Carrot, in addition to getting a full physical and blood work done on him. There's no telling what he's got running through his system."
"Okay, I'll talk to him about coming to see you. Also, Mama," Marron said quietly, knowing that everyone was concerned about his niisan, "I think that we need to get someone to work with Carrot to teach him self-defense. We're not always going to be around and if Carrot needs help, I want him able to defend himself until we can get there."
"I was just thinking the same thing. Also, I want you all assembled in the War Room at eight am. We need to escalate our plans against Onion as soon as possible. Like Carrot, I don't believe for a minute that it's over. In addition, Cinnamon, I think you need to move your daughters and yourself into the house for your own protection. I don't think I like the way he was looking at the three of you. Take a couple of my guards and go home now and pack everything of importance to you and get back here." Stella summoned her bodyguards and gave them orders.