Mantel of leadership
For the first time in a while I've returned home to my appeartment, much time has been spent in my Court these past days.
now I felt a need to distance myself from it, from them, my Coven. A thing I had no anticipated occured.
Alice, I noticed today, had a black eye and her pale skin bruised in several places. I didn't mentioned it, but couldn't put it aside, as I dismissed the coven, I pulled Damien aside and enquired to her injuries. I'd observed the two being close and Alice had taken it rather badly, the night I let Damien please me. but the injuries where not self inflicted.
Damien told me that Alice's father often abused her, mostly verbally and sometimes physically.
As my court left, I locked the doors and left myself, but to my annoyance, the forbonding look on Alice's face as I sent them home kept comming back to my minds eye.
So not to my suprise, the rout home took my past Alices home, a villa in the more fasionable part of the suburbs.
I observed the house, from the road, mulling over why I was actually there and I had to admit to myself, that in her obedience to me, I was bound to my court much like they were bound to me. True, they were mine to command, use, even cast aside as I saw fit. But while under my patronage, they would look to me for leadership, answers and protection.
I stepped out of my car and strolled up the long walkway to the house and tried the door, it was unlocked. I entered the foye and immidiatly picked up voices, a young girl's cries and pleading, a mans rough verbal abuse and the occational loud crack, followed by a shriek.
I took off my coat and hung it from a clothing rack, then walked through the splendied villa, following the voices.
from the Shoutet words, I gathered that Alice didn't quite live up to her fathers expectations of what his daughter should be like. Freak and slut were words that reaqured several times.
exiting the hallway, I entered the living room and surveyed the scene.
Her father was using a belt to disciplin her, ugly red welts were showing where the polished lether had struck her and blood was tickling down from her nose.
He was raising the belt again, railing about the dissappointment she was, Alice was trying her best to cover her face with her arms.
I told him to stop.
He spun around to face me, wild eyed and flustered at being caught redhanded, then he demanded to know who I was and what I was doing in his house.
I introduced myself as her teacher and explained I was there to check up on Alice, I'd noticed her injuries today at our meeting.
He then claimed that this wasn't any of my buisness and told me to get the hell out before he called the cops.
I told him that hurting my protegee was indeed my buisness and that he would never do so again, infact, he would leave this house and never return again.
He started to laugh, I leapt across the room and backhanded him off his feet, then started systematically, open handed beating him down every time he tried to get up. by the fifth blow he began to cry with fright.
by the tenth he couldn't get up, I placed a foot on the back of his head and slowly forced his head into the rug.
I glanced at Alice, she was sitting where she had been sitting the moment I entered, staring wide eyed at me and her father.
I asked how she would like me to kill him, he started to cry again and plead for his life, I stepped a little harder to make him keep quiet.
Alice shook her head and said she didn't want me to kill him.
I was somewhat suprised, but consittering the possible problems that would follow the unexplained death of her father, I could understand her reluctance.
Instead I pulled him up by his hair and whispered into his ear, that he would never beat his daughter, he would never abuse his daughter again, otherwise I would return. these three things he would remember and forget everything else that had happened tonight. through blood and tears, he mumbled a affirmative. I let him drop the floor and left.
Now as I sit here and write it, I suspect that exposing myself was an unnessesary risk to take, just to put Alice's father in his place.
But the fact remains, Alice is one of my Coven, she is bound to me and in turn, I am bound to her.
now I felt a need to distance myself from it, from them, my Coven. A thing I had no anticipated occured.
Alice, I noticed today, had a black eye and her pale skin bruised in several places. I didn't mentioned it, but couldn't put it aside, as I dismissed the coven, I pulled Damien aside and enquired to her injuries. I'd observed the two being close and Alice had taken it rather badly, the night I let Damien please me. but the injuries where not self inflicted.
Damien told me that Alice's father often abused her, mostly verbally and sometimes physically.
As my court left, I locked the doors and left myself, but to my annoyance, the forbonding look on Alice's face as I sent them home kept comming back to my minds eye.
So not to my suprise, the rout home took my past Alices home, a villa in the more fasionable part of the suburbs.
I observed the house, from the road, mulling over why I was actually there and I had to admit to myself, that in her obedience to me, I was bound to my court much like they were bound to me. True, they were mine to command, use, even cast aside as I saw fit. But while under my patronage, they would look to me for leadership, answers and protection.
I stepped out of my car and strolled up the long walkway to the house and tried the door, it was unlocked. I entered the foye and immidiatly picked up voices, a young girl's cries and pleading, a mans rough verbal abuse and the occational loud crack, followed by a shriek.
I took off my coat and hung it from a clothing rack, then walked through the splendied villa, following the voices.
from the Shoutet words, I gathered that Alice didn't quite live up to her fathers expectations of what his daughter should be like. Freak and slut were words that reaqured several times.
exiting the hallway, I entered the living room and surveyed the scene.
Her father was using a belt to disciplin her, ugly red welts were showing where the polished lether had struck her and blood was tickling down from her nose.
He was raising the belt again, railing about the dissappointment she was, Alice was trying her best to cover her face with her arms.
I told him to stop.
He spun around to face me, wild eyed and flustered at being caught redhanded, then he demanded to know who I was and what I was doing in his house.
I introduced myself as her teacher and explained I was there to check up on Alice, I'd noticed her injuries today at our meeting.
He then claimed that this wasn't any of my buisness and told me to get the hell out before he called the cops.
I told him that hurting my protegee was indeed my buisness and that he would never do so again, infact, he would leave this house and never return again.
He started to laugh, I leapt across the room and backhanded him off his feet, then started systematically, open handed beating him down every time he tried to get up. by the fifth blow he began to cry with fright.
by the tenth he couldn't get up, I placed a foot on the back of his head and slowly forced his head into the rug.
I glanced at Alice, she was sitting where she had been sitting the moment I entered, staring wide eyed at me and her father.
I asked how she would like me to kill him, he started to cry again and plead for his life, I stepped a little harder to make him keep quiet.
Alice shook her head and said she didn't want me to kill him.
I was somewhat suprised, but consittering the possible problems that would follow the unexplained death of her father, I could understand her reluctance.
Instead I pulled him up by his hair and whispered into his ear, that he would never beat his daughter, he would never abuse his daughter again, otherwise I would return. these three things he would remember and forget everything else that had happened tonight. through blood and tears, he mumbled a affirmative. I let him drop the floor and left.
Now as I sit here and write it, I suspect that exposing myself was an unnessesary risk to take, just to put Alice's father in his place.
But the fact remains, Alice is one of my Coven, she is bound to me and in turn, I am bound to her.