You already put up with one bullying asshole of an older sister who basically threw you out your house, you’ll be damned if you’ll let someone else do it again.

You turn your head to address Diana.

“Hey, you know what your brother also realized? That I’m more fun in the bed than you are. Told me you were about as fun as fucking a log and about as lively too. Yeah, I’m crying alright, I’m crying tears of laughter at your fucking stupidity if you actually think you have a chance at getting Bobby back.”

If Diana were a cartoon character you’d imagine this would be the part where steam shoots out of her head and her face goes completely red.

“You’re fucking dead blondie!” Diana shouts and runs at you with the knife in hand.

You grab one of the plates on the table and throw it at her. She dodges, but it’s enough to get her a bit off balance while you grab a fork and plunge it into the side of her arm.

“Agh SHIT!” she shouts , but manages to swipe at you with her knife which barely misses your face. You don’t have time to retrieve your fork from her arm.

You throw another plate at her, which causes her to drop her knife when she blocks her face with her hands. She recovers quickly however and pulls the fork from her arm and lunges at you with it.

As the pair of you struggle, you and Diana have made enough noise for others to take notice of it. Helen comes walking into the room with a couple of kids behind her and freaks out.

“Wha…Stop! Stop it! Don’t fight!” she exclaims and then screams for help and runs over to attempt to disarm her sister.

“Please Diana, don’t…” Helen utters before Diana shoves her aside. At least this allows you to grab Diana’s wrist and slam it hard on the edge of the table, causing her to drop the fork. Doesn’t stop her from punching you with her free hand though.

Helen once again tries to pull the two of you apart, but fails to do so. She ends up shouting at the cheering children who are enjoying the violent display to go fetch help.

Meanwhile Diana is slightly getting the better of you in this fight as she lands a kick to your stomach, flooring you. You wheeze and have a hard time catching your breath.

“You actually thought you could challenge me? What was that about me being the stupid one?” Diana taunts as she picks up a nearby chair. You barely manage to roll out of the way when she tries to bring it down on your head.

Desperate to gain the advantage again, you struggle to get back up and start throwing plates at her again. She manages to deflect them with the chair, but then with all your energy you charge at her and holding on to the other end of the chair you slam her into the wall.

You manage to pull the chair away and then it’s just you and her again. At first you’re scratching, punching and slapping each other upright and then soon the pair of you are rolling on the floor.

“By Tiamat’s Chaotic Cunt, quick grab ‘em both!” you hear a male voice shout.

A mass of various arms and hands grab you and Diana and after a bit of prying, the would be peacemakers succeed in keeping you and Diana from doing anymore damage.

“I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU AND I’M NOT FUCKING LEAVING!” you scream at Diana who is being pulled away by Helen and another well dressed man you don’t recognize.
“Whoa, easy! Easy! I gotcha.” The male voice says that spoke earlier. You look and see the one who has pulled you away from Diana and see a scruffy looking man.
“Let go of me!” you exclaim and pull away from the man who lets you go.

“Okay, okay, you’re free, now I heard you two don’t like each other, but already? What the hell happened?”

At this point you and Diana both start accusing each other of starting the fight. After some shouting you demand to know where Bobby is.

“Bobby isn’t here. He actually left an hour ago to go gather some stuff from the old house. (Sigh) I wish he was here though, because this is definitely his problem not mine.” The scruffy man says.
“Yeah, well who the fuck are you anyway?” you exclaim.
“Wow, you’re actually a little different than I expected considering what Bobby has said about you. Though if you need to the introductions, I’m William. Mr. fancy over there is Brandon.” William remarks.
“Hey.” Brandon says.

Diana interrupts this temporary break in the hostilities by attempting to attack you again, but Brandon and Helen manage to hold her back, meanwhile William grabs you since you attempt to defend yourself.

“Let me go! Why the fuck are you all holding me back?! You should be letting me kill this fucking outsider and serving her heart up to Tiamat!” Diana exclaims.
“Yeah, while that would normally be the plan, you know damn well this is Bobby’s bride to be and he’s the head of the family. Now I know your pissed about that but them’s the rules.” William remarks.

“Shut the fuck up William you don’t know shit about how I feel! And since when do you give a shit about the rules for anything?” Diana says.
“Okay, I’ll give you both of those. However I DO respect your brother and he loves this woman so you and nobody else will be sacrificing or harming her in any way…besides given how she was fighting, I’d say she shows promise of fitting right in in this family.” William laughs.

Diana shakes her head, fumes and huffs about her situation. She looks like she’s about to attack you again, but instead she pushes Helen out of the way and storms off. Despite being pushed Helen follows her sister in an effort to console her.

“Well. That was exciting. If we’re all done here, I’ll be checking on Veronica and making sure the young ones aren’t getting into the armory or something. Um, nice meeting you Suzy.” Brandon remarks straightening out his suit and walks away.

You sit down on a nearby chair rubbing the upper left side of your face, which is probably sporting a bruise or soon will be. You still feel angry, but you’re too tired to go chasing after Diana at this moment. You notice William still lingering around and staring at you.

“What?!” you ask.
“Okay, just settle down now. I’m not the enemy here.” William remarks.
“Maybe not, but I don’t really care for your staring right now.”
“Fair enough. Like I said, you’re just much different than what I expected. Bobby mentioned to me you were this gentle quite girl. More like Helen actually. Never expected you to be giving Diana a good fight. On your second day here no less.”
“Yeah, well everyone has their limits.”
“Guess that’s true too, though I’m sure you know why Diana doesn’t like you.”
“Yeah I know, and you know what? That’s tough shit and she needs to just get the fuck over it. Bobby wants to marry ME. Not her. It isn’t my fault that she’s not woman enough for him. To my understanding she had YEARS with him. If she couldn’t hang on to him with that much of a head start, I’d say the problem was with her, not me.”

William smiles at your remark.

“Man, I wasn’t sure if I’d like you, but shit if you weren’t Bobby’s bride to be, I’D marry you. Well if I was the marrying type. Anyway, I’d say you handled the situation with Diana the only way you could have. She at least knows she can’t just bully you like she does with poor Helen. Still, I’d watch out. It isn’t over with her. She’s not going to just let this go.”
“I’m going to tell Bobby about this and he’s going to just have to straighten her out once and for all.”
“Well, that MIGHT work in the short term, but Diana doesn’t let go of grudges and given that you’ll officially become family soon, she’s likely to ignore him. Look, it’s like this. Diana is definitely going to try to do something to you before you can marry Bobby because if she succeeds in getting you out of the picture before that happens, she won’t suffer any repercussions. Granted Bobby will probably be pissed at her and she’ll get passed over for Helen I suppose, but as a follower of Tiamat she technically has got the right to kill an outsider. It’s just out of respect for Bobby that we accept you.”
“Okay, so as soon as Bobby gets back, I’m going to demand he marry me now.”
“Heh, well due to some sort of alignment of the stars on Friday I don’t think it’s going to be moved forward. Though, given how pissed Diana is about all this, I really wouldn’t put it past her to just wait years to get revenge on you and make it look like an accident or make up some sort of bullshit about it being Tiamat’s will or something.”
“So…what…am I going to have to kill her to get any fucking peace?” you blurt out.

William waves his hand down a bit as if to tell you to be quiet and looks around.

“Shhh, don’t talk that way out loud. You’re not officially family yet. You talk like that around some of the others here and they’ll throw you on the sacrificial altar. Hell, even Helen would probably go tell on you for talking like that.” William says.
“What the hell? What about Bobby? Doesn’t his leadership mean anything?!”
“Well yeah, but in case you hadn’t noticed, he’s very observant of certain rules and rituals. As much as he loves you, I don’t even he would be able to help if you actually killed Diana.”
“Well I gotta do something! I can’t just sit around with a thumb up my ass constantly looking over my shoulder thinking Diana’s going to do something to me.”
“I know and I get it. (Sigh) Quite frankly if I was running things, I’d go back to the old ways of Tiamat where we had less rules and ritual and more adherence to primal urges. What I’d do is have you and Diana enter a steel cage and nobody left until one of you was dead, but that’s me.”
“Great. Glad to know I’d be better off under a more anarchic regime.” You say with a tone of defeat.

William exhales deeply and then speaks.

“Well blondie, this is how I see it. You can either hold out until Friday after which point you can probably get rid of Diana a little easier or at least with less repercussions. Or you can, shall we say…find an opportunity before then. I’m not saying anymore, but if you really feel like you’re in immediate danger then you know what to do.”

With those words, William leaves you alone to ponder his advice.
> You keep a low profile
As much you’d actually like to get Diana out of the picture, it probably would be best to just keep to yourself for the rest of the day. At least until Bobby gets back. In fact you think about calling him about this, but you decide it would be better to discuss something like this in person.

You head back to your room and lock the door. So much for being “social” today.

You spend most of your time doing what you used to do in your basement, which actually suits you just fine. Though in between your computer game downtime (Sadly no Internet here), you also do more thinking about your future here.

It isn’t just Diana, you’re going to have to do something about; it’s also this whole Tiamat religion. You wonder if you’re going to have to sacrifice people. You aren’t even sure if you have it in you to kill Diana in cold blood (Maybe in self defense though) how are you going to kill an innocent person?

You also are wondering about Bobby’s desire to have children and how that’s going to go. While you’ve never thought about being a mother, that’s actually one of your lesser concerns.

Bobby’s family has a “tradition” of interbreeding. As fucked up as your family was, there was never any of THAT going on and you’re not exactly comfortable with the idea of your offspring having sex with each other…and just HOW young is that encouraged anyway?

“Goddamnit Suzy, you really got yourself into a mess.” You say to yourself.

But its done now and you’re just going to have to muddle through. You briefly ponder escape, but you’re fairly certain that wouldn’t be a good idea even if you did manage to get out of the compound.

No, your best plan for now is to speak to Bobby about all this. Surely you’ve got some influence over him.

Hours pass and eventually when night starts to fall there’s a knock on the door.

“Hey, Suzy. It’s Bobby, why is the door locked?” you hear Bobby ask.
“Because I already had a fight with your bitch of a sister once today and I was avoiding any more potential conflict. Hold on…” you say and go to open the door.

You open the door and Bobby goes to hug you, though you barely return the favor.

“Suzy, shit, you should put something on that.” He remarks about your face bruising.
“I’m fine, stop! Don’t touch it. (Sigh) Look we’ve got A LOT to discuss. First of which is why the hell did you leave without telling me?”
“I actually didn’t plan on leaving at all, but I remembered a few things that I left back at the house that I thought we should have here so I figured I’d make a quick trip there which turned out to be a cluster fuck. Shit is getting worse in town. Anyway, I saw no reason to bother you since I figured you wouldn’t even bother leaving the room. I had it planned for Helen to come up to serve you food at appointed hours, of course she mentioned the fight when I finally got in and she wasn’t sure if she should bother you. Now I already heard some of it from the rest of the family and especially Diana, now why don’t you tell me what happened exactly?”

You recount the event to Bobby and then add your own displeasure about his sister in general.

“I know, I know, I’ll straighten it out.” Bobby remarks.
“You said that before and that bitch is still trying to kill me! You better do something about her permanently.” You say.
“Whoa, hold on now. I know you’re upset, but let’s rein it in a bit. I mean it probably wasn’t the best idea on your part to provoke her.”

Your jaw nearly drops.

“Bobby, I KNOW you just didn’t take her fucking side. Because if you are…”
“I’m NOT taking her fucking side! I’m just saying my sister is a lot of bark most of the time and she only reacts when someone really provokes her.”
“Oh, so what? Am I just supposed to put up with Diana’s abuse in silence? Be a doormat like Helen? NO! I had enough of that shit from Kelly, I didn’t come here just to repeat that cycle again! You told me you were the fucking leader of your family, shouldn’t you just be able to snap your fingers and they have to fall in fucking line?”

Bobby just hangs his head and slumps down on a chair.

“(Sigh) Alright, alright, you made your point and you’re right. You shouldn’t have to put up with that sort of treatment. I’ll handle Diana, but from now on don’t get into a fight with her if she’s being a bitch. Just ignore her.” Bobby says.
“Yeah well I’m not sure if that’s going to be an option if she pushes me too much, which brings me to some other issues.”
“Other issues? What the else fucking happened while I was gone?”
“Nothing, but I’ve been doing some thinking. If I’m going to be popping out children, I refuse to have them involved in some kiddie porn ring. I’m not having it! I can look past a lot, but that’s where I’m drawing the fucking line.” You say with authority.

Now Bobby’s jaw drops.

“Kiddie porn? By Tiamat’s Twenty Tits, what the hell do you think goes on here Suzy?” Bobby says being genuinely offended.
“Well I don’t fucking know! I mean I know you guys participate in human sacrifice and commit incest like its no big deal! I mean you and your sister had to start experimenting with each other at an early age and taught that it was perfectly fine to do so. What the hell am I supposed to think?” you say.
“You could’ve just asked you know. You could’ve asked about Tiamat and all this other shit before jumping to your own conclusions. I’ve tried on many occasions to actually enlighten you on my religion but (Sigh) nevermind. We’ll get to THAT later, first let me allay your fears of any rampant pedophilia going on here of which there ISN’T. Or at least under my watch there won’t be.”
“So you’re saying that it has happened in your family.”
“Look, I’m not going to lie and say that maybe sometimes that shit HAS happened in the past with other family members, but I’m sure my family isn’t the only one that has had such elements in it. I mean what about your family? Like your old Uncle Ed?”
“Hey my Uncle Ed wasn’t a kiddie fiddler, he was just a plain old serial killer.” You say.
“Oh well, I guess he was a saint then, look my point is, I think you’ve got the wrong impression about all of us. All right, it’s true my family did tend to interbreed a bit more in the past and yeah by and large we don’t see it as some great taboo. However it wasn’t like it was a standard procedure to get the kids to start playing doctor at an early age. To be honest, I probably only grew close to Diana because my dad was a fucking tyrant who barely let any of us socialize with others our own age. Then after mom died…who WASN’T related to my dad by the way, Diana and me just grew even closer and…well I won’t go into anymore because I’m sure you don’t want to hear it. I’m just saying it wasn’t like my dad was telling us to fuck one another or else. If anything, my dad probably was a bigger prude than some Christian fundies. If he had known what was going on, he probably would’ve horse whipped the pair of us for distracting ourselves from Tiamat’s glory or some shit.”

Bobby holds up his hand before you can interrupt.

“So, what I’m saying is that any children we have aren’t going to be forced to have sex with each other or anyone else. That’s not part of the plan nor will it ever be.”
“Hmm, glad to hear it.” You say.
“Okay, are there any other concerns we need to discuss?”
“Well, I don’t see why we can’t get married sooner, like tomorrow for instance.”
“Because this Friday is perfect. I’ve already got things planned out.”
“Wait, I’m the bride, shouldn’t I be planning all this out? In fact why do I have practically no say in this?”
“Because…look…argh, fine besides wanting the wedding moved up what else do you want?”
“Well…I dunno. Okay, I guess I don’t have any ideas. That’s not the point though, it’s the principle that I want my voice to be heard.”
“Well trust me, after today it’s been more than heard. Look, if you DO have any requests, let me know because we can accommodate you…except pushing up the date. It really needs to be on Friday. Why do you want it pushed up anyway?”
“William told me I’m in danger with Diana until I’m actually married to you.”
“And I’m telling you not to worry about Diana anymore. I’m going to take care of that. And I wouldn’t listen to my cousin anyway. He’s a bit of a shit stirrer. Now is there anything else?”
“No, I guess that’s all the major things for now. So um, how was your day in town?”

At this point Bobby tells you about his trip back and forth to his house and while to an extent it was exciting, he was glad to get back home to you.

Bobby also goes on to tell you that a few more family members apparently arrived while he was gone and you were in self-isolation.

“Great, more people to hate me.”
“Don’t worry about it. Tomorrow, I’m definitely not going anywhere so I’ll be around to introduce you to everyone proper. You’re not going to get the Diana treatment by all of them. To be honest, what little the rest have seen of you, you’re ahead in the polls. Helen likes you of course. You managed to impress William and some of the kids thought you were, in their words a pretty blonde lady that was beating up their mean sister Diana or aunt Diana in some cases. Even my cousin Brandon said you seemed okay and he barely ever gives an opinion without his wife telling him what to think.”
“Well I guess that’s something I suppose.”

At this point Bobby goes back to reassuring you that everything will be fine and the pair of you spend the remainder of the night together. Eventually as the hours grow late the pair of you go to sleep.

Still, you can’t help but have your doubts and concerns even though Bobby alleviated a few of them. You still think you’re going to have to take matters into your own hands rather than rely solely on Bobby.
> Next day…
WEDNESDAY

"And Suzy is the winner of the world cucumber eating championship! Let's all hear it for our little blonde small town girl!" The announcer shouts which is followed by a roaring crowd.

Not even feeling full, you wipe away the ranch dressing on your lips, graciously stand up and bow for your adoring fans. The Minotaur on your right looks at you in disbelief and then turns away to puke in a trough.

Meanwhile the little Asian satyr on your left just shakes his head wondering how the hell you could've beaten him.

"I don't understand it...all my training. I glanced over at you during the contest...you...you were barely even chewing! How?" He asks.
"Oh just natural talent at swallowing cucumbers I suppose." You reply humbly and wink at the audience, which continues to praise you.

While you're blowing kisses at your fans, you suddenly get a feeling you’ve done something like this before. In fact you remember you HAVE participated in similar contests and you can’t help but think there’s some sort of connection with what you’ve been eating at these things.

Suddenly a hand touches your shoulder and you spin around to see a woman with long raven colored hair and a low cut black gown. It’s Bobby’s grandmother. This time she’s a little older and she still doesn’t look too impressed with you.

“Yeah that’s great you got a skill and its real obvious that’s one of the things Bobby loves about you because men in general tend to make their most important decisions with their dicks.” She says to you.
“Excuse me?” you reply.
“To be honest I’m not even too sure about him, but nobody appears to have the ambition to stand up to him or are otherwise too much in love with him. That’s Diana’s problem right there. Anyway, MAYBE there is more to you than meets the eye. You might just meet Misty yet.”
“Okay who the hell is Misty?” you ask.
“Sheesh, you really are slow on the uptake there blondie. Well maybe you’ll get it, maybe you won’t. I don’t give a shit either way. Off you go then.” Bobby’s grandmother at this point snaps her fingers and at this point the Minotaur grabs your upper body and the satyr grabs your legs while the audience cheers them on.

You attempt to struggle without success, then a giant hole in the ground between the stage and the audience opens up. A swirling black void appears at the bottom. Without another word, you are tossed in which is followed by your screaming, the audience’s cheering and Bobby’s grandmother laughing.

You fall and eventually the light from above grows dimmer until you are enveloped in complete darkness.

Then you wake up suddenly with one of your hands tightly clutching to the side of the bed.

“No! Huh? Shit! Oh. Good. Not falling. Fucking bitch.” You incoherently mumble, which is heard by Bobby who is in the room getting dressed.
“You okay over there?” he asks.
“Hrm? Oh. Nothing. Just another fucked up dream. What’s going on?” you ask rubbing your eyes.
“Nothing much, just some more of my family showed up here in the middle of the night. I was just about to wake you up to finally have you come meet everyone properly. Now I know you probably don’t really want to but…”
“Yeah, whatever let’s do it.” You interrupt and get out of bed.
“Wow, I didn’t expect you to be so accommodating so quickly.”
“Don’t have much of choice now do I? I mean I’m going to have to get along with all these people. Better I make my good impressions as soon as possible before Diana starts spreading lies about me.”
“Suzy, I wouldn’t worry about…”
“Have you spoken to her yet?” you interrupt again.
“Well no.”
“Well until you do and lay down the fucking law, I’m going to assume she’s already caused a shitload of damage.”

Bobby stops dressing for a moment.

“Suzy, what’s wrong? I thought we were good with our talk yesterday.”
“WE are good. Diana and me though? Never will be and something is going to have to be done about it.”
“Suzy, I TOLD you I’d fucking talk to her alright?”
“Yeah, we’ll see.” You say and close the bathroom door.

As you wash up, you wonder if you were unnecessarily bitchy with Bobby, but then you think no you weren’t. You have a legitimate gripe against a woman who is trying to kill you and he’s SUPPOSED to be doing something about it. Honestly at this point you wish he’d do more than talk, but you suppose that’s wishful thinking.

That dream really put you in a bad mood.

Especially since you’ve had it three times now and it always ends with you getting fucked up in some way. Not to mention Bobby’s grandmother has started appearing in them. You’ve never been one to believe in the supernatural, but the dream shit is really starting to get too weird for you to ignore as just your subconscious in play. You’re starting to wonder if Bobby’s grandmother is mocking you from beyond the grave and one thing you don’t need right now is yet another Morningstar woman on your case.

On top of all that, you still ache from yesterday’s fight, but the hot shower at least feels good.

After leaving the bathroom you get dressed. Bobby is still in the bedroom waiting for you. He doesn’t say much, but that’s probably because he’s trying to avoid an argument just before the pair of you are supposed to be “formally” meeting his people.

“Okay, I’m ready.” You say when you finish getting dressed, Bobby nods and the pair of you leave the room.

Bobby finally speaks to you again as you walk and talk, though you’re mostly just listening to him going on about the other family members you haven’t met yet and how to best handle them. To be honest, you’ve already made up your mind that you’re going to treat them how they treat you.

Eventually you get to the large living area where you see familiar faces along with unknown ones. William sits in a large comfy looking chair and nods at you, taking a drink. You see that Brandon guy with a slightly chubby woman, you’re guessing that’s his wife Veronica. They both greet you, but nothing more than that.

You also see three new people who are more of Bobby’s cousins. They all introduce themselves, but much like Brandon and Veronica, they don’t do much more than that. You don’t get the impression any of this is personal either. Aaron doesn’t seem like he wants to be here at all. Ronald and Denise look more interested in each other than anyone else at the moment.

You then see Helen again who looks like she has her hands full with several boys and girls. She still manages to wave hi to you though. The kids themselves look at you, but seem to be pre-occupied with bickering with each other.

“How many of those are your siblings again?” you whisper to Bobby.
“Oh just the three. The oldest boy there Jordan and the twins Aiden and Nadia. The other half are Brandon and his wife’s kids.” He answers.
“Um, shouldn’t they be looking after them then?”
“I’m sure they do all the time and are just taking advantage of the extra support system they have now. I mean they trust Helen to look after them and Helen said she was happy to do it. Besides, everyone is family here so it hardly matters who is looking after them directly.”

While you haven’t known these people long, you know Helen’s personality well enough that she’d agree to anything since she seems to be the family doormat.

You don’t see Diana, but someone mentions she’s in the kitchen making food for everyone.

“Okay, I’m going to go do this now, because I don’t want to do it later. I’m going to go speak with Diana and straighten everything out and make it clear there is to be no more dissension in the family today.”
“Hm, while you’re at it make sure she’s not putting rat poison in my food.” You remark.

Bobby heads into the kitchen leaving you alone with the rest of his family. Having little else to do, you make the attempt to be social.

Brandon and Veronica are more talkative than the rest. They ask you a few questions and you answer. They don’t seem to really care too much about you though. As far as they’re concerned it isn’t their place to disapprove of you even if you caused such a negative reaction in them, which apparently you don’t.

You almost get the impression they find you more boring than anything else, which unfortunately due to your basement dwelling past might very well be a fair assessment. But you’ll take apathy because it’s better than hatred.

Bobby’s other cousins are more of a mixed bag. Aaron barely speaks to you at all and he’s pretty snappish when he does. He seems like he’s a pent up ball of nerves since he’s tapping his foot and moving one of his hands the entire time. In fact the more of an effort that you try to speak to him, the more hostile he starts to look. The moment you get the feeling of his eyes burning a hole in you the more you decide to move on.

By the time you get to Ronald and Denise, they’re making out, so you don’t even bother.

Which leaves you with William and Helen, the latter of which has already left the room with all the little kids of this family presumably to be out of the way as usual. William on the other hand is still relaxing in a chair at the far end of the room and watching something on TV.

Well at least you know those two are friendly with you.
> You go speak to William
While Helen would probably appreciate your company, you don’t really feel like dealing with all the little kids that are going to be hanging around her so William it is.

You head over and sit in a chair near him.

“What are you watching?” you ask.
“Nothing really, mostly Ground Zero ads. These fuckers are really raking in the money preying upon people’s fears like this. Gotta say though, if I was the corporate type, I’d sure want a piece of that action.” William remarks.
“You believe its all a scam?”
“Heh, well as always the best lies have truth mixed in with them. A day of mass destruction is definitely coming. I believe that. The writing is on the wall, but I know damn well GZ isn’t the savior from that. Nothing is except yourself and how strong your will to live is. Yep, dark days are coming and it’s going to weed out the weak so only the strong survive.”
“Like the Morningstars.”
“Heh, well some of us I suppose. To be honest, I’m not sure about some of the people here. I mean I love ‘em because they’re family, but…(sigh) well take Brandon over there. The guy would be killed and eaten in a completely savage world with no laws. His wife too. I dare say even you might thrive better.”
“Thanks…I think.” You answer.
“You see, this place. This compound that Bobby has tried to bring all the family to…it’s just another form of restriction. The day is coming soon where unbridled chaos is going to become a reality and Bobby…Tiamat bless him is misguidedly still clinging to ways that should be abandoned. Now is not really the time to hide in a fortress like some 80s cult. Now is the time we should be out there embracing the chaos like Tiamat intended.”

Looks like there is a bit of dissension in the family that doesn’t involve you. At least not directly.

“I thought you supported Bobby.” You ask.
“(sigh) Yeah…I thought I did. I mean I still do. I respect WHAT he’s trying to accomplish and his plan. And I’m obviously not going to overthrow his power or anything…but I just don’t think this is going to be for me. Y’know? I’ve always been a bit more of a drifter and after being here a few days, I’m starting to get really bored. That fight you had with Diana was about the most interesting thing that’s happened here and while I’d certainly like to see the outcome of that drama, I don’t think I’m going to stick around long enough to find out. I’m going to be heading out, along with Aaron.” William says.
“Aaron? That guy sitting in the corner who looks like a ball of pent up energy?”
“Yep. He’s even more anxious to leave more than I am. I think he only showed up to meet up with me since he doesn’t have a vehicle and it’s always good to have at least one person to watch your back.”
“So…when are you leaving?”
“As soon as possible, in fact I’ll probably talk to Bobby, before I do. He’s going to be disappointed, but I know he’ll understand…so how about you?”
“How about me what?” you ask.
“Well, are YOU comfortable here? I mean you haven’t been here long and you already got into a major fight with Diana and nobody here seems all that close to you. Polite perhaps, but you’re not exactly bonding here.” William says.
“Well that might take time, besides, still better than my own family so far.” You answer.
“Hm, well what about this wedding? From what I know, Bobby sort of sprung that proposal on you. You okay with that?”
“I love Bobby.”
“Yes, I know you love Bobby. I don’t doubt that, but that’s not necessarily a good reason to get married. Hell, love can sometimes be the WORST reason to get married. Also if I know Bobby, he’s probably already got it in head that you’ll be popping out a whole mess o’ babies.”
“…yeah, I actually already addressed some of that yesterday.”
“What about the wedding sacrifice??
“Wedding sacrifice?”

William pauses for a moment.

“You mean to tell me, he hasn’t told you about the wedding sacrifice?” William whispers to you.
“No! He…he’s not going to mutilate me is he?” you ask in a hushed tone.
“No! No, no, no nothing like that. I just can’t believe he hasn’t told you considering it’s pretty important and he’s pretty big on all this ritual crap to Tiamat.”
“Well what is it?!”
“Nothing, you just have to sacrifice someone on an altar in the name of Tiamat to prove your allegiance and dedication to the family.”
“What?!”
“That’s the rules. I mean personally I think just a simple prayer while bludgeoning something to death in an alley works just as well, but like I said, Bobby’s all into the rituals. Guess he takes after his dad that way, but then again so do I. It is said that most sons become like their fathers after all.”

Those last words by William aren’t very endearing ones given what a fanatic Bobby’s father was. Still your main concern is this human sacrifice thing. You didn’t think that you’d have to do it, in fact you aren’t sure if you’re going to be able. While you’ve had murderous thoughts about Diana, that’s a little different. For one, you haven’t acted on them, and two that’s self-defense. You don’t know if you have it in you to murder some innocent person in cold blood, let alone to some cult goddess you don’t even believe in.

“I take it, you aren’t really enthused about the possibility of killing someone. Well someone who isn’t immediately attacking you at any rate.” William says.
“Um, well…I wasn’t expecting to.”
“See, this is something Bobby REALLY should’ve told you before dragging you up here. (Sigh) You’re supposed to be the love of his life and he should KNOW if you’re completely in sync with him. I mean not everyone is cut out to be a member of one of Tiamat’s chosen and that’s fine, but again he really should’ve asked you first.”
“So…wait, where are they getting this…um sacrifice?”
“The sacrifice? Oh got a whole mess of them in the basement in the left wing of this place. We captured a bunch of folks and locked them in cages before starting to move the family in…and I’m guessing that’s another thing you didn’t know about.” William says noticing your surprise at this revelation too.

You’re just silent. Combined with the mess with Diana, the wedding and all this new info, you’re starting to seriously wonder if you’re strong enough to go through with all this now.

At this point William leans over to you and keeps a low tone.

“Look, I can see that you’re probably not cut out for this life and as I said, that’s perfectly fine. But Bobby… well I don’t think he’d take it well if you backed out now or worse, backed out on the wedding day.”
“I know.” You say with your voice starting to get a little quivery.
“Shhh, okay. Look, it’s not too late to leave this place. I’d be willing to take you with me, and I’ll drop you off wherever you want. Of course we’d have to do it secretly.”
“How?”
“Well, my van is the dark blue one out front. Here’s the keys.” William says and hands you some keys, which surprises you.

“Don’t worry, I trust you. Besides, that big gate has to be opened up first anyway. All you have to do is hide in the can, until me and Aaron leave which shouldn’t be long. Just make sure you keep the doors unlocked so we can get in.” William says.
“Aren’t they going to notice I’m gone?”
“Well, this is a big place, so if you went missing for a little while people would probably think you’re either just wandering the house or maybe back in your room before suspicion arose. I’d also be willing to make up a story if it came to that. In any case, if you’re going to do it, we need to do it now.”
> You go with William
The more you think about it, the more you realize that William’s probably right. You’re just going from one fucked up family to another and you certainly aren’t cut out to kill someone in the name of a religion you don’t even believe in.

This is your one chance to back out of this mistake and you’re going to take it. You aren’t sure where you’re going to go after you leave, but at least you won’t be trapped like you are here.

“How long do you think you’ll take?” you ask.
“Shouldn’t take long actually. Just nonchalantly leave now and like I said make your way to the dark blue van. There are a lot of tarps and blankets you can hide under if you really want to play it safe, but as soon as me and Aaron are in that van, we’re leaving even if we have to drive through the gate, but again that shouldn’t be necessary.”

Nodding at William you get up and make your way out of the room, which from you can tell, nobody is even paying attention to you.

You spend half of your time constantly looking around, to make sure nobody is following you or anything like that, but again you’re in the clear. You manage to make it out the house and into the van in secret.

The van itself is pretty old, definitely a relic from several decades past. William has a variety of tools scattered all over the back of the van and you see the tarps and blankets in the back like William mentioned. They don’t look the cleanest, but you figure you might as well hide under them in the meantime. No point in risking someone wandering outside and catching a glimpse of you through the van window.

Seconds, minutes and you think an hour passes before you start to hear voices outside. One of them sounds like William.

The driver’s door opens and you hear William more distinctly.

“Okay Aaron, you go open it, I’ll pick you up as we’re going out.” He says and then shuts the door.

Then you hear some squeaking around on the front seat.

“Hey Suzy, you there under all that stuff? I sort of need my keys back to start the van up.” He says.

You peak your head out and out stretch your arm with the keys and William takes them.

“Don’t worry, we’re almost the clear blondie.” He says starting up the van and begins driving.

A few moment later and you hear another door opening and slamming shut.

“Let’s get the hell out of this prison.” You hear Aaron say in a gruff tone.

And with that, William hits the gas and begins driving at a faster pace and you slowly start getting out from under your “hiding spot.”

“All clear blondie.” William says.
“Yeah I thought we were well on our way now. So did you have any trouble?” you ask.
“Trouble? Nah, by the time Bobby was done speaking with Diana he seemed so emotionally drained that he barely tried to convince me to stay. He basically just told me to leave and wished me and Aaron well. He didn’t see us out though, he sent Ronald to shut the gate when we left.”
“So Bobby didn’t ask where I was?”
“Actually he did, but I said I wasn’t sure where you went and that you wandered off a long time ago, probably back to your room. He didn’t seem to rush off to go looking for you though. I’m not exactly sure how that conversation went with Diana, but I know she went running out of the kitchen in tears and like I said he was pretty down.”

You aren’t exactly sure how to feel about that. You can’t imagine Bobby’s going to be in a better mood when he realizes you’re gone.

“Shit, maybe I should’ve stayed.” You say.
“Well it’s a little late for that now. Look, he’ll be fine…well okay maybe he won’t be fine when he realizes you’re gone, but he’ll get over it. He’ll most likely just get back with Diana out of duty and their history together and she’ll take him back, because he’s everything in the world to her. And in time they’ll live happily ever after, more or less. Nothing’s perfect, nor should it be.”
“Chaos always finds a way.” Aaron adds in creepy tone. You realize he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you which is a little concerning.

“Um…yeah…so what’s next?” you ask wearily.
“What’s next? Well, that’s an interesting question. Before you were coming along, I’m pretty sure Aaron here wanted to go indulge in some of the looting going on in town. Can’t say I was opposed to that idea either. I guess we could still go do that since I imagine you probably want to go back home right?”
“That’s NOT what you said William! You said we were using this blonde bitch and tossing her violated corpse out the fucking van!” Aaron suddenly blurts out.

Now you back up and freeze. Terror fills every inch of your body.

“(Sigh) By Tiamat’s Twenty Tits, do you have any fucking impulse control Aaron? Now this is going to be harder than it needs to be.” William says without even stopping his driving.

You start looking around the van and eyeing one of the many tools laying the floor, but before you can even reach any of them, Aaron pulls a pistol.

“DO NOT even think about it bitch!” he exclaims and is about to get up out his seat and head toward you, but William grabs his shoulder.

“Aaron will you calm the fuck down for just one fucking second. Now you’re going to get yer dick in that soon, we both are, but I’d like to at least drive far enough away from the damn compound and find a nice place to park where we can do this with minor possible distractions. I’d think you’d like to take your time with this one right?”

Aaron glares at William, but doesn’t argue any more. He still continues to hold the gun on you though. At this moment you feel like a fucking idiot. Not do you wish you never left the compound, but you also wish you never left home. You start to cry and sniffle.

“(sob) Please you don’t have to do this…” you whimper.
“Awwww…I thought you were stronger than that Suzy and weren’t gonna get too weepy about this. (Sigh) Besides that’s not gonna do ya any good anyway blondie. This is going to happen. However, Aaron here has been a little dramatic about the whole situation as usual. I never said we were going to throw your corpse out this van. I mean maybe we will if you put up a fight…but since I’ve grown to like you a little, I’m thinking if you just submit and let us do what we’re gonna do without any problems, well I’ll be happy to take you back home or drop you off anywhere else in town. Your choice of course.” William explains matter of factly.

Either get raped and survive, or die. Those are your choices and those are no kind of choices at all, but it’s what’s been given to you.

You start to think about the pair of them violating you and it’s starts to make you sick. In fact you even start hyperventilating and coughing up, though you don’t actually vomit. Aaron makes some threat about how if you don’t stop it, he’s going to shove his dick in your mouth and give you something real to choke on.

Are they going to do it one after another or are they going to “kebob” you like pig on a spit? Are they going to sodomize you or slap you around while fucking you? Are they going to just kill you anyway after they’ve had their jollies?

As the van keeps driving through the woods, your mind keeps racing about how maybe you might be able to survive this if you just give in…

And you can’t do it. You can’t just let these fuckers shove their dicks in you like some meat with holes in it. You have to at least try to resist. You might die, but the alternative is even worse. You don’t think you’d be able to live with yourself.

Mustering up all your inner strength and recomposing yourself, you start taking off your clothing, which immediately gets Aaron’s attention.

“What’re you doing?” he asks.
“I’m taking my clothes, I mean that’s what you guys want right?” you say still sniffling a bit.

At this point William’s head turns sideways so he can see.

“Well glad to see you’ve gotten with the program so fast. Shit, you got some nice tits on you. I mean I figured you did, but seeing them uncovered is even better. Can’t wait to see ‘em up close. I bet you made Bobby REALLY happy.” William remarks.
“She better make ME really happy by letting me fuck her in the ass!” Aaron exclaims.
“Pretty sure she’s gonna let us do whatever, right Suzy?”
“Whatever you both want William.” You say in defeat.

Eventually you strip off the last bit of your clothing.

“I’m ready.” you say meekly and spread your legs wide giving Aaron an eyeful of your lady bits.

William looks again and almost does a double take.

“Shit, well hold on girl, we’ll get to…”
“Fuck that, I’m not waiting any longer.” Aaron says and is already got his hard cock out in one hand and still holding his pistol in the other.

Aaron’s already on top of you before William can stop him this time and he gets the head of his dick partially in you before you grab a nearby awl on the floor of the van and stab him in the side of the neck with it repeatedly.

Aaron yells in pain, and tries to shoot you in the head, but he only succeeds in blowing off your ear and hitting you in the shoulder before he drops the pistol entirely and collapses completely on top of you.

“Oh fuck it.” William remarks and the van comes to a screeching halt.

Screaming in pain yourself, you try to grab for Aaron’s pistol, but William manages to get it from you first. Bleeding, scared, tears in your eyes and partially deaf, and trying to catch your breath from this whole ordeal. You stare at William who is looking down at you with gun in hand. You try your best to give him a look of defiance even though all you want to do is cry.

“I probably would’ve done the same thing blondie. Protecting yer virtue to the end. While I’m disappointed I won’t be experiencing some of what Bobby got, I’m glad to see you were a fighter after all. Don’t worry, unlike some in my family, I’m not into necrophilia.” William remarks.

And then he shoots you in the face.