*Content/Trigger warning. Abuse/abusive situations. Blood, gore, and torture. *
"But Aunt Jane, when is my mo-" "DONT YOU DARE! You will never mention that person IN. MY. HOUSE!" *SMACK! THUD* The older woman, Jane, slapped the small girl across the face, causeing her to fall to the floor. "Now why did you go and make me do that? Just leave, I am tired of looking at you. Oh and make sure to get yourself cleaned up, uncle will be bringing his friend here tonight. We need the money for your food afterall." The girl froze as she was lifting her fragile body from the floor. "Can-can I please have a break tonight? I-I don't think.. um.. he would enjoy his t-time with me when I am i-in this state.." The girls voice was trembling as she struggled to hold back her tears. "Hm, be a good girl and go fetch Auntie some medicine, I will talk with your uncle but I can't say he will listen."
The young girl looked towards her aunt with a forced smile on face. "Y-yes Ma'am. Right away." She shuffled over to the front door to put on her tattered slippers. "Oh yeah, be care of the ghosts!" She said in a mocking tone with a dry chuckle. The girl was confused, "What don't believe me? There have been people going missing lately. Everybody keeps talking about some damn phantom or ghost or something. Don't do anything stupid to bring anyone bad to the house. We were the only ones there when your mom decided to go sell herself for a fix, remember that." The girl nodded and grabbed the money from Jane's outstretched hand.
The young girl shuddered, hugging herself to try and keep warm as her clothes were not meant for the weather. A few blocks away was a small store that sold some basic necessities and alcohol. "Well good evening Miss Natalie. Does your aunt want the usual?" The small girl nodded as she made her way behind the counter to warm herself under a fuzzy blanket. The soft spoken older woman tried her best to make Natalie comfortable during her short time in the store, but Natalie still had to go back home as she was still young and without other guardians.
The shop owner quickly came back with a sandwich for Natalie before grabbing her aunts order. "Thank you.. Um, can I- *sigh* nevermind." Natalie shook her head as she tried to dismiss the thought. "What is it baby? You can tell me anything." Natalie hung her head and began sniffling. Concerned, the shop owner knelt down to face Natalie. "What did I do to them to be treated this way? Sometimes I just wanna *sniff* I just, want them to go away!" Natalie began sobbing silently and the shop owner pulled Natalie into her embrace. "You did nothing to deserve this and I am so sorry that I can't get you away from here." *Sniffle.* Natalie inhaled sharply and let out a shaky breath. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to cry.. *sniff* Thank you for the food but I think I need to go now." As she stood up from the cushion, she handed the shop owner the plate? took the bag containing the alcohol, and waved slightly as she walked out.
*Sigh.* "I wish there was more I could do for her.." "What was that about?" The shop owner jumped, startled by the woman who suddenly appeared at her counter. "Goodness Wren don't just sneak up on me-" "As a former guild member you shouldn't let you guard down. You know how the town feels about us. Now, what's going on with the girl?" The shop owner sighed, "I don't know much. She has been coming here for a few months and I almost always see her wearing the same clothes. She has also come in with bruises on her arms and legs and a busted lip. She told me once she is 11, but she looks like she can't be any older than 6 or 7 years old. She lives with her aunt and uncle after her mom left. When I asked her about her parents, she didnt have much to say, thats all I know." Wren furrowed her brows and nodded before leaving the store.
Natalie slowly walked back to her residence, dreading every step closer. She decided to sit down on the edge of the pathway then put her hand in the pocket of her shorts, fiddling with the change left over from her aunts purchase. *Rustle* Natalie gasped, startled by the sudden sound and jumped up. "H-Hello..?" She clutched the bag as she looked to the small wooded area near the path, then she saw a shadowy figured appear. Natalie's eyes became wide and her small body was frozen with fear. "Don't be scared. I have no intention to harm you Natalie." She was startled to hear the voice of a woman and felt a sudden wave of safety and security. "H-how do you know my name?" Natalie walked closer to get a better view of her. The woman stopped then crouched down a short distance in front of Natalie. She noted a scar on the side of her face and the forest green color of her eyes. "W-why is one of your eyes darker th-than the other?" The woman chucked slightly. "That is what you are curious about? Not my name or intentions?"
Natalie subconsciously reached out to touch the woman's crimson colored hair that lay casually braided on her shoulder. "Are you here to make it better?" The woman was taken aback by Natalie's question. "Tell me what happened.." Natalie's voice caught in her throat as she began informing the strange woman of all the abuse she has suffered at the hands of her aunt and uncle over the years. "I-if I try to escape they just l-lock me up and hurt me more.. M-maybe you can call the-" "Do you want them gone?" Natalie froze not daring to answer.
"Natalie, people refer to me as Phantom and simply put, I make people disappear for money.. Do you understand me when I ask if you want them gone?" Natalie began to tremble as she reached her bruised hand into her pocket. Natalie straightened her posture and took a deep breath, "P-Please.. I know its not a lot of money.. b-but I have more! I-I hide it from them when I find it o-on the street and-" She held her hand out exposing the few coins she had left. The woman looked down at her hand. "Can you show me where you live?" Natalie nodded and turned to walk in the direction of their small house at the end of the street.
As they made their way back, She stopped Natalie, "I need you to go back and act like normal okay? Go wash up, get your things along with any money you have saved, then go hide in a safe place. If you have something to block the noise, you grab that too okay?" Reality began to set in for Natalie and she suddenly felt panicked. "B-but my uncle will be there! He-he's a big man and his friend too. I don't want you to get h-hurt! You don't have to-" The woman put her hand carefully near Natalie's mouth. "I can take care of myself. I may only be a few years older than you, but I never take on more than I can handle." Natalie reluctantly nodded then gave her basic information regarding the layout.
After arriving at her doorstep, Natalie took a deep breath to gain the courage to move forward, hoping this all wasnt just a dream. *Click.* "Oh about damn time you came back! You weren't even here to great your uncle after he's been gone so long and just look at how filthy you are." Jane stomped over to where Natalie stood and grabbed her by the neckline of her shirt. *THUMP* The bottle hit the floor with thump and Natalie held her breath,fearing her aunts wrath. "You better hope that's not broken! Go and clean yourself up this instant! Mark and David won't stand for this." Natalie scrambled to pick the bottle off the floor, hand it to Jane, and go upstairs as fast as her little legs would let her.
As she got to the top of the stairs she ran head first into something blocking the path to her room, knocking her a few steps backwards. "Now Natty, why are you getting your aunt so worked up?" Natalie's could feel all the warmth leave her body. "Tell me, why you did not greet me when I returned home? You know you are my special girl." She shuddered, "..I-I was getting Aunt Jane's medicine Sir.." she whispered. "Aw don't be scared Natty," The large man lifted Natalie's face with his coarse and callused hand.
"What did we talk about last time about how you are to call for me?" She did everything she could to slow her breathing and not show her fear, knowing that will only excite him more. "I-Im sorry P-P..Papa Mark.. It has been s-so long that I forgot," she spoke in a quivering voice. The large man smiled wickedly and something animalistic seemed to come across his eyes. "That's a good girl. Now go put on the outfit I picked for you. Its on your bed, we have to look our best for Papa Mark's friend." He then leaned down suddenly, causing Natalie to flinch as he kissed her cheek. "I'll be waiting," he gloated before turning and walking back downstairs. She shuddered and ran over to the restroom to bathe.
*Knock Knock* "Jane get the door! I'm busy," Mark bellowed. Jane huffed and went to open the door. "Hey David, Mark is just- wait who are you?" Jane was confused as she looked face to face with a young girl wearing all black. The girl looked up and removed her hood, exposing her youthful face and crimson red hair. "Is your husband home by chance? He promised to pay me for my services but-but he just left. He forgot his wallet so that's how I found him, but I didn't have a ride so I had to walk all the way here. " The girl fabricated a story and played her part to make her way into the home. Based on what she heard from Natalie, it didn't take her long to come up with a plan. Jane sighed loudly, "This bastard.. Go into the kitchen and I will call him in. MARK! I thought we talked about this?!" The girl walked towards the kitchen as Jane slammed the door and stormed into the living room towards her husband.
"How dare you barge in here while my family-wait who are you?! I think I would remember getting serviced by such a.. luscious young woman." His voice immediately changed from aggressive to slithery filth. The girl smiled seductively trying to hide her rage. "In truth, I heard from your friend Mason that you know how to have a good time. I know you prefer younger, but I only just turned 18, that should be okay since I have some experience right?" Mark's eyes lit up in a way that made the girl want to vomit. "Well, you are in luck. I have a friend coming over soon, think you can handle us both? Oh and, what do I call you aside from Beautiful?" He put a hand on her shoulder casually moving closer.
She bit her lip before answering, "My name is Wren, Sir. Is there somewhere more.. private we can go?" She looked over to Jane who was getting a glass from the cupboard. "Don't mind me, I'm going to go to sleep. That damn kid wears me out," she huffed as she walked out the kitchen. Before he could answer, there was another knock at the door and Mark left Wren to see who was there, she sighed in relief. "Hey David, glad you could make it! There has been a slight change of plans as my Natty is still freshening up. This delectable treat found her way to my doorstep and is capable of entertaining us both. She is acceptable for you I imagine."
After some more chatting, Mark lead the 3 of them out to his "fun shed," where they could grab some toys and tools for the night. As they went into the shed, Wren saw various ropes, whips, chains, and other restraints. She also noted a small box in the table that had a picture sticking out of the lid. As they turned to leave, Wren was walking between the 2 men and felt David squeeze her butt. "You better be careful there, you will lose that hand if you do that again," she joked with a sly smile. A sickening smile crossed David's lips as he becameeven more excited. Before getting to the living room, David once again squeezed Wren's butt, which led Wren to stop walking, Mark was a few steps behind as he was rummaging through the kitchen. She gathered her strength and walked closer so their bodies almost touched. At the same time, she reached her hand around his neck to bring him closer and whipser in his ear.
**WARNING, gore/torture situations.** However, instead of speaking she swiftly turned her ring around exposing a small needle and stabbed it into his neck. "What did you.. just.. tuh..meh-" almost instantly his vision blurred and he became unresponsive. Wren grabbed his limp body and propped him against the counter with a dull thud. "Are you two getting started without me?" Mark joked but before he could turn around, Wren quickly closed the distance and blindfolded him. "He told me he wanted to freshen up a bit, but that we could get started. Now allow me to lead you to into the living room for the main event," She mumbled through gritted teeth as she led him to a kitchen chair. After he was seated she made quick work of a rope he brought with him from the shed and secured him in place. "Mm.." he groaned with enjoyment. Sickened, Wren reached into her pocket for a syringe and plunged it into his neck. "Whoah now, take it.. easy.. be..-" Before he could finish his sentence, he had passed out. "Fucking trash," she muttered as she went to drag David into the living room and restrain him as well.
A few minutes after retrieving and restraining Jane, they all began to come too. "I injected you with a combination of toxins. These toxins immobilize you and make you unable to move or even speak, while allowing the pain receptors to remain intact. Basically you cannot fight or struggle much but will still be in a lot of pain. While this isn't original to me, I like to call it Silent Death." The men grunted in frustration while Jane just sat in shock. "..I will never understand why grown adults choose to abuse those in their care. I promise, I will inflicted more pain than you have ever experienced in your life. You will remember her, the pain, and me.." She casually walked over to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and sung it with so much force that it cut David's hand clean off of his arm. His face began sweating as he tried to look at his arm that was now pouring blood on the floor. "I told you, you would lose that hand." she muttered as she swung the knife once more, plunging it deep into his torso with a twisting motion to cause more damage.
"Well now that he will bleed out soon enough, how about we move onto the next?" She smirked as she continued forward with Jane, gripping her face with one hand so she could remove flesh from her face with the other. Jane's breath quickened and her brows furrowed slightly. Wren had already moved Mark's head so he could see everything Wren was doing. After the first slice, blood was covering the side of Jane's face and dripping onto her shirt. After a few more cuts, Wren rummaged through a drawer and produced a metal skewer. She slowly leaned Jane's head back and inserted it up her nose until it could not go further. By this time, Mark was grunting angrily and Jane's body was trembling. As Natalie was finishing her bath she heard noises coming from downstairs so she quickly crossed the space between the restroom and her room and slammed the door shut, quickly gathering some things from her closet.
More time went by and Jane's body was now covered in wounds, from the top of her head, down to her feet. Some of her finger nail and toenails were removed, her lips were removed causing her teeth to be exposed, she was bleeding from her nose, and she had urinated on herself. Wren positioned Jane's head to face her husband, before rummaging through the kitchen once more. She found a fillet knife and started by slicing pieces of meat from his protruding stomach. Mark winced slightly and his breath became ragged while Jane had tears running down her face.
Wren then chose to remove his ears, slowly slicing and pulling to inflict more pain. Soon all that you could hear was the gurgling and sputtering of Mark's breath along with the sound of meat being sliced, then splatting to the floor. She used the same pliers and removed his fingernails and toes nails just as she did with his wife. Wren took a moment and noticed she had their blood covering her hands and spattered into her torso and face. She shook it off and returned to rummage through the cabinets, finally producing a metal meat mallet. She went over to Mark and wedged a wooden rolling pin between his knees to keep his legs open. His breathing was so fast she wondered if he would make it through this next part.
Once his legs were far enough apart, she grabbed the meat mallet, looked up to his bloodied and sweaty face with a smirk, and smashed the mallet down on his crotch, making sure she had a clean shot of his manhood with the mallet. After just 2 hits, she noticed blood seeping out from his pants. When she looked up at his face she noticed his head became limp and he was having difficulty keeping his eyes open. She grumbled to herself as she went over to the counter to grab another syringe. "Here, this should give you a little boost," she remarked before driving the needles into his leg. As she was finishing up she looked over and noticed that Jane had become limp, while Mark was now more coherent.
"Well that's 2 out of 3. What should we do next Mark?" She stood up and walked over to the counter where the tools from his shed were. She then grabbed the riding crop (which is used in adult play to spank partners or can be used for horse riding) then with all the strength she could muster, she whipped his eye so hard that it ruptured in the socket. As he continued to grunt with sweat, blood, and drool dripping down his torso, she went for the fillet knife one last time. Wren grabbed his face and forced his mouth open. "..Now you won't be able to see or hear me coming for you.. and I'll make damn sure won't be able to scream.." she seethed as she reached in his mouth and with a swift motion and cut out his tongue, which lead to him choking on his own blood. After what felt like minutes, his struggling stopped and Wren sighed deeply, "Finally, silence.."
**Gore/torture situations are over.** As Natalie was gathering her few possessions to put into her bag she paused and noticed it was completely quiet. Before leaving the room, she looked down to the bed that still had the outfit in place for her, shuddered in disgust, then turned to leave the room and go downstairs. She cautiously walked down the stairs, and saw something near the edge of the room covered in a sheet. Confused she looked over in the opposite direction and saw another 2 piles under sheets, while Wren was at the sink washing her hands and face. "..P-Phantom..? Is it.. are they.." Natalie's voice trailed off as she realised the piles under the sheets were likely her aunt and uncle.
"Do you want to say your peace? Or are you ready to leave?" Natalie felt nervous, but she wasn't scared. "I-is that their bodies," Wren nodded as she turned off the water. "N-no I think-" *Ding Dong!* Natalie jumped and hid behind Wren. "It's okay. I called for someone to pick you up. She will help ypu with your things. We work together and live together, so I trust her." she explained as she walked to the front door, with a quivering Natalie close behind.
They were greated by a woman in her early 20s, with tan skin, also wearing all black. "Hi Miss Natalie, my name is Esme and I will be taking you to our home tonight. Is that okay?" Natalie looked to Wren for approval, nodded weakly and Esme smiled brightly, "Good, now let's get out of here. Can I carry anything for you?" Esme and Natalie walked out the door while Wren stayed behind. "Natalie, these people will never be able to harm you again. You will be safe with us. I will meet with you by morning," Wren stated before closing the door. She then sighed and looked over to the 3 bodies before groaning and walking to the kitchen.
~Back at the hideout~ "Esme, will Phantom, I-I mean, Wren be alright?" Natalie inquired as she snuggled up to Esme on a pullout couch. "She is our most capable guild member, little one. You don't have to worry about her. Plus, we always send someone else to help if it's needed. Now hush and try to get some sleep. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow. " Esme beamed with a warm smile. Natalie nodded, then yawned and snuggled further under the covers. "Good night, Esme." Soon after, she was fast asleep. Esme tucked the covers closer under her frail body, "*sigh* She's always adding more work for us," she chuckled before rolling over and closing her eyes.