Goose pulled into the garage and closed the garage door. His eyes had been watering ever since he had left that shithole Anna had called home. It wasn't from emotion but the stench wafting from their father. The cold had prevented him from rolling down the windows for relief. He opened the door and took a deep breath of fresh air before he got out and helped Anna out as well.<br/><br/>"Yeah, we'll be giving him a bath soon enough, Temple," he told her. "He'll be in the basement so the only time you have to see him is when you want to. Head on inside. I'll get this slimeball downstairs where he belongs."<br/><br/>Opening the back carefully so the backdoor wouldn't damage the garage door, he stared at his father with disgust. Resigning himself to the disgusting task ahead of him, he grabbed Richard's arm and hauled him out of the car. WIth a few well-placed kicks, and a few misplaced ones, Goose steered Richard into the house and then down to the basement. As he passed Conda, he asked him to go scrub out the back of the Escalade and then have everyone meet up for a big assignment. Once he was down in the basement with Richard, Goose pulled out some scissors and started cutting off all the clothes Richard wore.<br/><br/>The older man was very cowed when he finally stopped in the cement room. It was an unfinished basement that had a few two by fours running through it as if someone had started to build walls and forgot about it. There was a bathroom area, complete with a shower, toilet and sink but no bathtub. A drain served to make sure any water did not stay to cause any structural problems. All this was what he saw in a quick glance before another kick sent him to his knees. His ass and balls hurt! That kid must have on steeled toes boots. The least he could have done was not kick him between the legs. Richard knew what he had done to his kids was wrong but his wife had wronged him even worse when she left him. It was just his way at getting back at that bitch. Karma has a nasty way of coming to bite you on the ass, Richard realized. This was his punishment for what he had done to his kids. He wondered if James was even alive. He was probably all gay now, Richard thought. His thoughts got him through the removal of his clothes but the thin rope looped around his balls got his attention quickly. Looking down between his legs, he saw a small piece of string tied around his ball sack. The other end wrapped around a cinder block.<br/><br/>"Alright, Mouse," Goose hissed. "That's your new name by the way, Mouse. Snakes eat mice so don't forget it. I have to go back to that shithole you called home and clean it out. That string around your balls has a slipknot in it. You try to move too much and it'll tighten up until they fall off from lack of blood. We'll be gone probably two to three hours. If you're good, I might bring you some scraps of bread to eat."<br/><br/>Goose went back upstairs and saw everyone had gathered. He asked Conda to stay and watch over the slave. Everyone knew the plan so they hadn't been too surprised when Goose showed up with the older man. The only surprise was how fast it had happened. Their leader's original plan had called for a couple of weeks or maybe even a month before the old shit was brought home to be the gang's slave.