{Chapter 16}
Glen had just settled in bed with a book when he heard a strange noise come from Rose’s room. With a sigh he set the book aside and padded down the hall. He knocked softly on the door.
“Rosie,” he called. “Are you all right?” He tried the knob and found it locked. “Rosie?” He heard the sound again and this time realization washed over him. “Oh no,” he growled. “Damn it, Rosie, unlock this door right now.” She either didn’t hear him or didn’t care or both.
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“God damn, baby,” Randy groaned as Rose collapsed on top of him after her release. She slid off of him, resting her head on his shoulder. “That was fucking amazing.”
“It was, wasn’t it,” Rose said smirking. “Hard to believe it was my first time, huh?”
Randy chuckled and then realized that she wasn’t laughing. “You’re serious? Holy shit, how old are you?”
“Technically three,” she replied with a snicker as she watched his confused expression. “I suppose in reality I’m closer to twelve though.”
“What the fuck,” Randy said scrambling from the bed, not caring that he was completely naked. “Shit! I could go to jail for this!”
“Oh come now,” Rose said sitting up on her knees on the bed, not the least bit modest in front of him. “A moment ago you were singing my praises.”
“Yeah that was before I knew you were jail bait,” Randy said raking a hand through his closely cropped dark hair.
Just then the door splintered inward and Glen stalked into the room. Rose grabbed the sheet and pulled it up around her naked form. Randy scrambled to get his pants back on, but failed miserably as Glen grabbed him by the throat.
“YOU SON OF A BITCH,” he yelled pinning the younger man against the wall. “SHE’S A CHILD!”
“What’s going on in here,” Mark demanded having heard the commotion as he returned home. He caught sight of the naked man Glen was pinning to the wall and then his daughter with a sheet wrapped around her nudity.
His cold green eyes locked on Randy, who was struggling to get free of Glen’s grasp. “Boy, you made a big mistake. THORN! KENNEDY!”
The two men entered the room upon hearing their names bellowed. “You bellowed, Master,” Kennedy said smiling. His smile turned to a scowl. “I could have done without seeing that,” he grumbled turning away from Randy.
“Take this boy down to the dungeon,” Mark said deathly calm.
“With pleasure,” Thorn said smirking. He loved a good beating and it had been so long since they had seen any.
“What’s going on,” Mickie and Melina asked entering the room with Adam close behind.
“Rosie,” Melina gasped realizing what had happened.
“I’ll deal with you later, young lady,” Mark said glaring at his daughter.
“Daddy! Wait,” Rose said catching his wrist as he walked away. “What will you do with him?”
Mark wrenched his wrist free. “That is none of your concern,” he replied coldly. “Take him away,” he said as Thorn and Kennedy each grabbed one of Randy’s arms.
“She never told me how old she was,” he wailed as he was carried away. “Can’t I at least put on my pants?!”
“Uncle Glen,” Rose sobbed as Glen followed Mark and the others out of the room. “What will Daddy do to him?”
“If he’s lucky? He’ll kill him right away,” Glen replied. Rose dropped to her knees and buried her face in her hands sobbing. “You brought this on him, Rosie. You should have thought before you gave in to your urges.” With that he left her room.
Mickie and Melina had followed the others out intent on watching the action up close. Only Adam was left in the room with her. He knelt down next to her and pulled her into his arms.
“It’s for the best, Rosie,” he crooned as she stroked her hair. “You’re way too young for this.”
She stopped sobbing, hiccuping a bit, and shoved him away from her. “Get out of here,” she said, her eyes becoming just as cold as her father’s had been. When he didn’t move she screeched the order again. “GET OUT OF HERE!” Adam sighed deeply and left the room.
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In the dungeon Randy had been chained up. Thorn had taken pity on the young man and given him his pants to put on first. Kennedy had already worked the young man over pretty good before Mark ever made it down to the dungeon.
Randy’s face was already a mottled mess of purples, blues and reds. His left eye was practically swollen shut and his bottom lip was split in two places. His chest and ribs sported the same colors as his face from Kennedy using him as a punching bag.
Mickie and Melina stood back with Thorn watching the punishment. All were waiting for the real show to start. It wasn’t long before Mark entered the dungeon.
He grasped Randy’s face harshly making him look at him with his one good eye. “You’ll be begging for death by the time I’m done with you,” he sneered. “You dared to touch my daughter. I should castrate you right here right now.” Randy gulped, whimpering a bit. “But that’s too good for you. It would be over too quickly. No, I want you to really suffer.”
With that said he removed his shirt revealing massive amounts of tattoos covering his well muscled arms and chest and accepted a pair of gloves that Thorn handed him. He made sure to pull them on nice and slow. The fear coming from the younger man was intoxicating and he wanted to savor every drop of it. With that task completed he got into a fighting stance.
The first punch landed in Randy’s ribs and an audible crunch could be heard. Mickie and Melina smirked seeing the pain being doled out. Thorn too had a smile on his face. The second punch landed square in the gut and Randy coughed up blood.
By the end of the beating Mark was out of breath and covered in sweat. Randy was broken and bleeding, blood trickling from just about every orifice. Mark looked at his handiwork and smirked, nodding his approval.
“Let that be a lesson to you, boy,” he said as he removed his gloves and slipped his shirt back on. With that he headed up to shower and speak to his daughter.
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When he entered her room his wet hair was slicked back into a braid and he wore jeans with no shirt. Rose had dressed in the time waiting for her father. She sat gazing out the window. Her head whipped around to face Mark when he cleared his throat. She knew better than to speak first. He seemed to be sizing her up, perhaps checking to see if she’d be foolish enough to say something. He smirked when she realized her place and kept quiet.
“You disappoint me, Rosie,” he said taking a seat at the foot of her bed. “What were you thinking?”
“I’m becoming a woman, Daddy,” she said softly, fearing he would strike her if she dared to raise her voice to him. “Everyone says I’m too young, but I don’t feel young.”
“YOU’RE TOO YOUNG TO BE DOIN’ THIS, ROSIE,” he yelled. “AS LONG AS YOU LIVE UNDER MY ROOF YOU WILL DO AS I SAY!”
“MAYBE I SHOULD LEAVE,” she replied, reacting without thinking.
Mark was on his feet in a split second, backhanding her. She fell from her perch in the window, sprawling to the floor holding her cheek. When she looked up at him blood trickled from her bottom lip.
“Don’t you EVER raise your voice to me again,” he said lowly. “And if you ever pull something like this again I will wash my hands of you.” With that he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room.
Rose got to her feet, grabbing the first thing she could find and hurling it at her father’s retreating form. A glass vase full of red roses hurtled past Mark’s head and smashed on the wall in front of him. He stopped and turned, glaring at her.
“Keep it up and you’ll be kept in the damn dungeon without any food. Do you really think that I’ll be the least bit upset when you die? I never wanted you to begin with,” he said coldly and stalked off.
Rose threw herself on her bed, sobbing. Her father had never spoken to her so coldly. She felt as if her heart was breaking. By the time her sobs subsided her pillows were soaked. She dried her eyes and crept to her doorway. The house was quiet as she crept to the stairs.
When Rose made it down into the dungeons she found Glen surveying the damage Mark had done to Randy. He had just removed the chains that held him suspended and laid him down on the cold stone ground. She gasped, bringing his attention to her. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said softly.
“Uncle Glen,” she said sniffling. “He’s dying.”
“I know,” Glen replied. “All because you had an itch you needed to scratch.”
“He made me feel different,” she said softly. “I just wanted…”
“You can’t always have what you want,” he replied harshly, making her jump at his tone. “Mark made the mistake of spoiling you. I’m guessing that those days are over now…at least for a little while.” He brushed past her on the way out of the dungeon and up the stairs.
Rose went to Randy, touching his bruised and battered face, fresh tears filling her eyes. He groaned trying to pull away from her touch. She began to sing to him softly, stroking his head. He calmed down hearing her soothing voice.
“I’m so sorry,” she said softly. “I can make this right. I know I can.” She knew she had little time to waste. His body was dying and even the slightest hesitation would be his death sentence.
She pulled out her knife and slashed her wrist. She held it to his mouth and whispered instructions in his ear. He whimpered, tears slipping down his cheeks as he nodded. With that she sunk her fangs into the tender flesh of his neck.
When she pulled away from him she watched as the bruises and cuts healed right before her eyes. Randy coughed and sputtered as his internal injuries healed up. Once he looked normal again he sat up and looked at Rose, smiling.
“My angel of mercy,” he said reaching out to wipe a stray tear from her cheek.
“We’re no angels, Randy,” she said softly, hanging her head.
“What have you done,” Adam demanded seeing Rose and Randy. “Rosie, your father is going to kill you both!” With that he headed up the stairs. Rose and Randy hot on his heels.
“You don’t have to say anything, Adam,” she replied.
“And don’t you think he’ll notice the body is suspiciously missing,” he fired back. “You’re in deep shit now, kid.”
“What’s going on,” Mark demanded meeting Adam at the top of the stairs. Glen was close behind him. Mark's green eyes trailed behind the blonde to his daughter and then Randy. It didn’t take him long to know what she had done. “You’re severely tryin’ my patience, Rosie.” He shoved Adam out of the way and grabbed her by her hair. He brought her face to his, glaring at her. “You’re more trouble than you’re worth.” With that he tossed her down the stairs.
Randy caught her. “You son of a bitch,” he growled, setting her on her feet. He rushed up the stairs toward Mark, but Glen stepped in his path blocking the way.
“You don’t want to do that, boy,” he snarled. “You witnessed firsthand what Mark is capable of. You might heal now, but Mark knows ways to have it hurt like a motherfucker until it does.”
Randy backed down and went to check on Rose. “Are you all right,” he asked. She nodded.
Glen sighed seeing her clinging to the young man. Though he knew it would anger his brother he couldn't help having a soft spot when it came to Rose. “He can stay in the servants’ quarters with Adam, Mickie and Melina,” he said to her. “Your father’s anger will subside eventually. He will realize that this young man can be an asset if and when the hunters ever find us.”
Adam glared at Randy a moment. He had gotten used to being Rose’s favorite person and now he had to compete with someone who could give her what she had never wanted from him. “Come on,” he grumbled. “I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”
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