Chapter 53 In The End, Only Fatties Are Loyal (1/2)
There comes a time in every man's life where, after being abducted by his Holy(?) Sword daughter and Yandere Imouto and thrown into a basement, he had to admit to himself that he may have done goofed somewhere along the line.
For Damien, his done goof was being too good a big bro. Indeed, Dolly had Mother's genes after all, truly having the potential of a splendid VIllainess.
It was Damien's fault, however, that things escalated to the point of her awakening the Yandere aspect. He should've known back then, during that boardgame on their way to the Capital City. A foreshadow if ever there was one, and he missed it! All those shivers, those cold drafts, ignored!
Ai. He was such a sinful big bro, turning his own sister into a yandere like this. His precious little sister, kidnapping him! And with Milly's help! Dang sword, turning against her Papa like this!
He could only sigh at his misfortune and carelessness. Damien spoiled Dolly too much, sowing the seeds of a hardcore brocon unintentionally.
But you know what?
He'd fuckin' do it again!
His sister was too cute NOT to spoil. So what if she turned yandere? That was also cute!
”Day, the next group is ready!” Dolly popped her head in after unlocking no less than ten different types of locks, ushering in a round of pretty young Ladies. She is a woman of her word, she HAD to let them in. They gave her shinies, what else could she do if they paid fair and square?
She's tryna run a business here. Of course, everything was monitored by MIlly.
She's running a RESPECTABLE business. No taking advantage of HER--ahem...THEIR Day. No siree.
”Remember, if you wanna cop a feel it's an extra two shinies...but keep it PG-13, got that?!” She said to the girls who had absolutely no idea what she was even talking about. ”Feeding, lap pillows and hugs cost double. Also yes, we accept bills.”
”...And when do I get my cut?” He asked for the fifth time.
She tsked while counting fat stack of cash thrown her way, decked out in head to toe with so much bling she'd put a rapper to shame.
”Didn't I say this is all for you anyway? Day, please just trust that I'm doing my best for our future together. We all have our part to play, alright? Besides, this hurts me more than it hurts you!” She wiped her tears with a silver-colored banknote, looking honestly pained.
”So I don't get a cut.”
”Well yes, but actually no.”
Damien took back his previous words.
What precious little sister? This chick is obviously a no-good pimp!
***
Later that night, after being washed and dried, a person slipped inside. The soft pitter-patter of someone trying not to make too much noise entered his ears. Then there was another, heavier set of footsteps that followed.
”Young Master, wake up.” Baz smacked him. Hard. Several times. Across the face and back.
”I'm not asleep!” He hissed, though the slaps didn't hurt at all.
”I know. It's just payback.” The little boy stuck out a tongue. He wore a dark sack on his head but somehow, defying all sense of reason, that ahoge stuck out through the sack as if it weren't even there.
Damien glared at the kid but had to admit he'd been abusing him a bit lately. He'll allow it. HE looked past him and saw another, much large masked figure who was looking around anxiously.
”Avery?” He asked, a little surprised.
”Ah...yes...hello.” The kid replied shakily.
”What're you doing here?”
”What do you mean, what am I doing here? You've been missing for a week!”
”It's been that long?”
”Yes, it has!” The fat man(?) insisted. ”I heard from a friend someone's been selling the opportunity to meet you. I didn't even know how to respond, you know? Like who does that? This is barely a step above forced prostitution! I couldn't believe it. But you were gone for so long...and when I asked your friend Basil where you were he said, 'Oh his sister kidnapped him from during his wedding. He's booked for months so she's letting the clients go in groups. Why, interested?' It was just...insane!”
Avery couldn't help feeling astonished. What sort of friend was that?! He knew and still didn't say anything about it for a whole week, let alone do anything to help! Also, what's up with that sister? And...and...wedding? There were several illogical things that'd come out of that boy's mouth, Avery had no how to process the implications.
She only knew the guy was in trouble and couldn't just leave him there. So she pulled the green-haired boy's ear and forced him to show her where the meetings were taking place. Then waited for nightfall before breaking in.
Meanwhile, Damien was furious! There was no loyalty in this world! Baz, you bastard, so THIS is your true revenge, huh?!
Alright, that's fair.
He wasn't gonna get mad. But Baz was already walking away. ”I'm going to get some cigs.” He said.
And no one ever saw him again. Bastard doesn't even smoke.
Avery was dumbfounded. He just left!
”Uh, well, let's get you out of here.”
”Nice idea. But what're you gonna do about these two?” He looked down.
”Huh?”
Avery pulled the blanket off the bed where he laid and was shocked.
”Little sister love….suu….A little sister's all you need...suu….”
”Kill the men...hgnn...let the women warm the bed...hgnn…”
To ensure he didn't break out, the two decided to sleep with him every night. He was carefully watched, his chains only long enough to go to the bathroom and shower. Although he could break them, he wouldn't be able to get past Milly. The sword was dangerous.