Woody.
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The family was almost perfect. All they needed was one more child and a mom. Finley had thought he found the perfect woman to be mom, and the description dad wanted was on point. Brunette with blue eyes, and quite petite. Dad loved the ones he can just beat the shit out of at times. Dad wasn't abusive for no reason, you had to really deserve it to get punished. Even now, as she sat in the chair passed out, Finley worried that his punishment would be much worse. The woman was a redhead. He had never brought someone who wasn't brunette to Dad, and especially one who had such bright hair... he knew the Dad would possibly kill him. The worst part was that he would probably kill the woman too. She didn't deserve to die, but just because she wasn't the right hair color could mean certain death. Jett, however, was laughing his ass off as he sat on the dresser. The youngster was all excited about seeing someone die, you could put him on the psychopath spectrum, because he was willing to kill if he needed.
The room the woman was tied in was a Victorian room. Very brightly lit with a chandelier up above, this was usually the guest room when the first prisoners were taken to. However, with this new victim being Mom she'd be moved quickly to Dad's room. Dad was not a rapist, but he certainly was violent when someone wouldn't listen to him. He tended to love the women when they became submissive, this one would be one hell of a victim. She had caused the black eye on Finley's eye after he had hit his intended target too hard over the head. The intended target was her best friend, and this woman had to ruin it by screaming help. Finley didn't want to come home empty handed - the last kid who hadn't brought back someone that Dad asked for was hung from the ceiling for the kids to see. Finley was 24 though, he wasn't necessarily a child, but he knew his time was coming to an end. The older child that use to be in position of Finley had been 25 before he got the axe... literally. Finley remembered being 18 and seeing his older brother, the only brother he remembered, being chopped up and flung outside for the dogs to eat. He knew his time was going to end soon, but he didn't know when. For all he knew Dad was going easy on Finley and his time was already up. Perhaps the kid in the downstairs room was his replacement. Finley had to make sure he could at least pass along some of his knowledge onto the next. The amount of times he had tried escaping was a lot- the punishments endless. There was proof on his body the torture Dad had put him through just for defying him. When you learned how to obey and actually live with one another Dad was sometimes an actual dad. But a lot of the time he made sure to make you fail on purpose just because he was a sick bastard.
"You know, Finley." Jett hummed trying to find words to express his delight, "When Mom wakes up, she's gonna start screaming. Then Dad is gonna walk in here and probably kill her. I wonder what he'd kill her with? His favorite hunting knife? Oh, what about a good electricity shock, eh?" Finley narrowed his eyes, the memory of his own electricity treatment brought back bad memories. There were marks where there were burn marks on him from the electricity.
The last mom died by drowning, and that was one way he didn't want this woman to go. He hoped that she was beautiful enough that Dad would accept her, the red hair was certainly bright and beautiful. But he had a theory that Dad had a certain way he wanted his family because it reminded him of his own. The last kid to ask about Dad's last family was murdered on spot- that was one of the first rules here actually. Don't Ask Dad About his Life.
When he heard a groan, Finley reacted immediately, and began treating her like a child instead. "Shhh." He tried soothing as he slid to his knees in front of her. She was gagged, and her arms were tied, but when her eye blinked open Finley tried to give his best smile. But in this situation, anyone would freak out. "Hey, don't scream, please don't."
"Please do." Jett hissed, as if he was the devil on her shoulder.
Finley shot him a dirty look as he she squirmed and tried to yell through her gag. "Hush, hush." He begged, but already the noise had alerted the man upstairs. The door to Dad's room opened, and footsteps made their way down the three story house. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." finley panicked and tried to continue to quiet down the distressed woman. She looked more angry than she did scared, but Dad wouldn't care. All it mattered was the hair and the eyes. "For gods sake woman, shut up."
"Hey Dad." Jett called from his spot on the dresser, and Finley turned his head to look at the man. He was tall, with black hair peppered with some gray at the temples. His age was never talked about, but he remembered the man with a little less gray in it. In a very southern drawl he spoke, "Well hello there, darlin'." When he looked at the woman with the red hair the look that went across his face scared Finley. It wasn't of disappointment, it was pure joy. As if this was the woman he wanted to keep, the last time he had this kind of look was when he achieved Jett, and that was a joy he'd never express again.
"Finley, please step aside, son." Dad smiled towards the boy, who slowly backed off. The fear in Finley's eyes were real, and he didn't want to anger the man by pushing his buttons. When Finley stepped aside, it was James' turn to talk to his victim. James' was a tall man with broad shoulders, and a very nicely groomed beard. His eyes were a sparkling blue, and he had wrinkles on the corners of his eyes which usually represented smile marks. This man had a simple white button up shirt, and black slacks. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his shoes were shined black. This man looked like he was dressed to impress, and it most certainly was to impress this very beautiful woman before him.
James eased up in front of her, and he crouched so he was under her eye level. He wanted to appear as nonthreatening to her as possible. He tsked, as he let his hand touch her bound wrists, and looked to Jett, "Nice work on the knots, boy." he recognized Jett's knots anywhere. Jett grinned happily at the compliment. His hands went up to grab the woman's chin as he turned her to the side. "I like her face, Finley." He rubbed his thumb over her cheek as if he were rubbing dirt off of it. "Beautiful, elegant, and perfect. I'd say you've picked the best one yet."
Finley let out a sigh of relief, and Jett complained, "The last one was better! She had the right looks and she lasted at least a year!"
James' eyes snapped to Jett as he said in a low tone, "What was that Jethro?" Using the boy's full name. Jett quietly settled back in place a little too scared to fight back. He shut his mouth and looked away bashfully at the outburst. James stood, and pointed to Finley, "Make sure she gets ready for dinner. Make sure wears the red one, to match her hair..." referring to the dress he only made his wives wear on special occasions. "Jett, go check on the youngest. I want this dinner to be splendid." James rubbed his hands together and turned to leave without ungagging her, he'd leave it up to Finley to prepare the woman for dinner. James' job was to make dinner until the wife learned her responsibilities in the house.
Jett went downstairs to a similar room, this time it was smaller and more made for a child. This was usually the youngest's room, it use to be Jett until he became the middle child. Ever since the oldest had passed away, Finley moved up to the oldest and he was the middle child. Soon enough, he'd be the oldest. He doubted that Finley would last that long anyways. In this room it was frilled with pink, toys, and splended games for children to love. This one was a bit older than normal, but they'd do. Jett was not kind like Finley and casually ripped the gag out of this one's mouth and stated, "Hey, kid." He said, though he wasn't much older, "Hurry up and wake up." He snapped, "Dad's waiting for us at the dinner table." Which was a small lie, dinner hadn't been cooked yet, but Dad probably wanted them all ready and explained what the situation was going to be like. He disliked family dinner anyways, so why not make this kid real scared?
The room the woman was tied in was a Victorian room. Very brightly lit with a chandelier up above, this was usually the guest room when the first prisoners were taken to. However, with this new victim being Mom she'd be moved quickly to Dad's room. Dad was not a rapist, but he certainly was violent when someone wouldn't listen to him. He tended to love the women when they became submissive, this one would be one hell of a victim. She had caused the black eye on Finley's eye after he had hit his intended target too hard over the head. The intended target was her best friend, and this woman had to ruin it by screaming help. Finley didn't want to come home empty handed - the last kid who hadn't brought back someone that Dad asked for was hung from the ceiling for the kids to see. Finley was 24 though, he wasn't necessarily a child, but he knew his time was coming to an end. The older child that use to be in position of Finley had been 25 before he got the axe... literally. Finley remembered being 18 and seeing his older brother, the only brother he remembered, being chopped up and flung outside for the dogs to eat. He knew his time was going to end soon, but he didn't know when. For all he knew Dad was going easy on Finley and his time was already up. Perhaps the kid in the downstairs room was his replacement. Finley had to make sure he could at least pass along some of his knowledge onto the next. The amount of times he had tried escaping was a lot- the punishments endless. There was proof on his body the torture Dad had put him through just for defying him. When you learned how to obey and actually live with one another Dad was sometimes an actual dad. But a lot of the time he made sure to make you fail on purpose just because he was a sick bastard.
"You know, Finley." Jett hummed trying to find words to express his delight, "When Mom wakes up, she's gonna start screaming. Then Dad is gonna walk in here and probably kill her. I wonder what he'd kill her with? His favorite hunting knife? Oh, what about a good electricity shock, eh?" Finley narrowed his eyes, the memory of his own electricity treatment brought back bad memories. There were marks where there were burn marks on him from the electricity.
The last mom died by drowning, and that was one way he didn't want this woman to go. He hoped that she was beautiful enough that Dad would accept her, the red hair was certainly bright and beautiful. But he had a theory that Dad had a certain way he wanted his family because it reminded him of his own. The last kid to ask about Dad's last family was murdered on spot- that was one of the first rules here actually. Don't Ask Dad About his Life.
When he heard a groan, Finley reacted immediately, and began treating her like a child instead. "Shhh." He tried soothing as he slid to his knees in front of her. She was gagged, and her arms were tied, but when her eye blinked open Finley tried to give his best smile. But in this situation, anyone would freak out. "Hey, don't scream, please don't."
"Please do." Jett hissed, as if he was the devil on her shoulder.
Finley shot him a dirty look as he she squirmed and tried to yell through her gag. "Hush, hush." He begged, but already the noise had alerted the man upstairs. The door to Dad's room opened, and footsteps made their way down the three story house. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." finley panicked and tried to continue to quiet down the distressed woman. She looked more angry than she did scared, but Dad wouldn't care. All it mattered was the hair and the eyes. "For gods sake woman, shut up."
"Hey Dad." Jett called from his spot on the dresser, and Finley turned his head to look at the man. He was tall, with black hair peppered with some gray at the temples. His age was never talked about, but he remembered the man with a little less gray in it. In a very southern drawl he spoke, "Well hello there, darlin'." When he looked at the woman with the red hair the look that went across his face scared Finley. It wasn't of disappointment, it was pure joy. As if this was the woman he wanted to keep, the last time he had this kind of look was when he achieved Jett, and that was a joy he'd never express again.
"Finley, please step aside, son." Dad smiled towards the boy, who slowly backed off. The fear in Finley's eyes were real, and he didn't want to anger the man by pushing his buttons. When Finley stepped aside, it was James' turn to talk to his victim. James' was a tall man with broad shoulders, and a very nicely groomed beard. His eyes were a sparkling blue, and he had wrinkles on the corners of his eyes which usually represented smile marks. This man had a simple white button up shirt, and black slacks. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his shoes were shined black. This man looked like he was dressed to impress, and it most certainly was to impress this very beautiful woman before him.
James eased up in front of her, and he crouched so he was under her eye level. He wanted to appear as nonthreatening to her as possible. He tsked, as he let his hand touch her bound wrists, and looked to Jett, "Nice work on the knots, boy." he recognized Jett's knots anywhere. Jett grinned happily at the compliment. His hands went up to grab the woman's chin as he turned her to the side. "I like her face, Finley." He rubbed his thumb over her cheek as if he were rubbing dirt off of it. "Beautiful, elegant, and perfect. I'd say you've picked the best one yet."
Finley let out a sigh of relief, and Jett complained, "The last one was better! She had the right looks and she lasted at least a year!"
James' eyes snapped to Jett as he said in a low tone, "What was that Jethro?" Using the boy's full name. Jett quietly settled back in place a little too scared to fight back. He shut his mouth and looked away bashfully at the outburst. James stood, and pointed to Finley, "Make sure she gets ready for dinner. Make sure wears the red one, to match her hair..." referring to the dress he only made his wives wear on special occasions. "Jett, go check on the youngest. I want this dinner to be splendid." James rubbed his hands together and turned to leave without ungagging her, he'd leave it up to Finley to prepare the woman for dinner. James' job was to make dinner until the wife learned her responsibilities in the house.
Jett went downstairs to a similar room, this time it was smaller and more made for a child. This was usually the youngest's room, it use to be Jett until he became the middle child. Ever since the oldest had passed away, Finley moved up to the oldest and he was the middle child. Soon enough, he'd be the oldest. He doubted that Finley would last that long anyways. In this room it was frilled with pink, toys, and splended games for children to love. This one was a bit older than normal, but they'd do. Jett was not kind like Finley and casually ripped the gag out of this one's mouth and stated, "Hey, kid." He said, though he wasn't much older, "Hurry up and wake up." He snapped, "Dad's waiting for us at the dinner table." Which was a small lie, dinner hadn't been cooked yet, but Dad probably wanted them all ready and explained what the situation was going to be like. He disliked family dinner anyways, so why not make this kid real scared?
