Forced New Beginnings

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Sebastian was getting ready to grab for the plunger but his sister's voice stopped him and he turned to look at her. He somehow managed to still be holding the glass of water. Sure, some of it had sloshed around and was on the floor by now but there was still some in the glass. He glared at Prestine for a moment before he threw the glass against the mirror causing the glass to shatter and the mirror to crack where the glass hit it. The glass mostly compiled in the sink but some managed to fall into the toilet bowl and a few smaller pieces on the ground.

"This is what I'm dealing with." He said harshly to his sister and pointing at Alyson with his entire hand. He was the middle man, standing there between the two women. "She's planning on sending me to an early grave by death from plunger." Sebastian tried his best to keep a straight face but even he had to laugh at how dumb it sounded.

He looked down at Alyson waving the plunger around and then rolled his head on his shoulders until he was looking at his sister again. "She's drunk and is probably going to go into shock if she doesn't relax. If you think you can repair this then do it!" He sneered at Prestine and stepped over a piece of glass. The bathroom looked as if a tornado had come in and ripped it apart.

Stepping past Prestine he left her to deal with Alyson. "Don't let what happened to the last happen to this one. When she's sober she's actually a lot of fun." He eyed Alyson, knowing that there might have been a chance that Prestine just might kill the girl. But he was hoping that she'd refrain from it as he stormed over to the piano and began to bang on the keys as loud as he could, making the sound bounce off the walls. He didn't play any particular song at first, but just banged on the deepest keys.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

Alyson sat there, a deer in the headlights, as the girl came in. She remembered her from the previous night and didn't appreciate her laughing at the situation. This was anything but funny! Sure, she probably looked silly sitting int he bathtub swinging a plunger around like a baseball bat, but what choice did she have? She needed to save herself from Sebastian.

She jumped when the glass shattered on the mirror, gulping hard. She had seriously pissed him off, ad though she didn't care about his feelings, she was terrified of what he would do to her if he got his hands on her.

She licked her lips and looked between the siblings as they talked, the'r words going through one ear and out the other. She was panicked, exhausted, and drunk off her ass. "If you think you can repair this then do it!"

She watched Sebastian leave and her eyes moved to the girl, unsure of what she would do to her. She gulped, and then looked back to the door as she heard the man banging on the piano.

This had to be the worst night in the history of worst nights.

[PRESTINE DAVENPORT]

"This is what I'm dealing with. She's planning on sending me to an early grave by death from plunger." Tears of laughter soaked her eyes as she tried to regain control of herself. She knew the girl was terrified, her eyes were the size of saucers! And her poor, poor dear brother... She was loving every second of his misfortune.

If you think you can repair this then do it!" She rolled her eyes. "Please, of course I can." She said, and was forced to roll her eyes again as he stormed off, giving her instructions not to kill the little blond. She scoffed; she didn't always kill them! There wasn't always need for blood shed!

When Sebastian left and began banging on the piano Prestine stepped closer to the tub, eyes on Aly. She kneeled down so she could be eye level with the girl, her butt hovering over the glass and splinter covered ground. "You've really done a number on him." She laughed, smiling sweetly at the girl. When she thought Alyson's guard was down she lunged forward and grabbed the plunger, ripping it from the girls hands and throwing it towards the other end of the bathroom. "Now we both know that was just a silly choice in weapons." She said and stood up, hands on her hips as she planned her next move.

After a second she sat on the side of the tub, facing the girl. "You can relax, I'm not the one who's going to hurt you." She assured, "And if you listen to Sebastian then he won't hurt you either." Her head turned and she looked out the door. "Much.."

Prestine sighed and looked back at the girl in the tub, tsking. "Why don't you and I go get some water." She reached her hand out. "Come on.. I won't hurt you. I have no need to. And I won't let Sebastian hurt you either." She promised, though it was an empty one. She couldn't assure the girls safety. "Come on." She urged, waving her hand.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

"You've really done a number on him." Alyson gulped and looked cautiously at the girl She wasn't sure if she was going to hurt her or not, but she was prepared for if she did! Only the girl grabbed the plunger and threw it away. She felt so helpless then. Not that she felt all that powerful wielding a plunger, anyway. Still, it had been nice to have something. She had a point, though. It had been a silly choice in weapons, but it had been her only choice, to be fair.

"You can relax, I'm not the one who's going to hurt you. And if you listen to Sebastian then he won't hurt you either." She shook her head, knowing he was definitely going to hurt her. Maybe he wouldn't beat her, but he was going to do things to her that she didn't want done. "Much.." Aly gulped, knowing it was true. It was inevitable. There was nothing stopping him now, aside from the girl there, but she had helped him take her! She was just as nuts as he was, and she had some boy locked in her room, too!

She looked nervously at the outstretched hand of the girl, then to her eyes. She couldn't trust her! How could she trust her? "I won't hurt you. I have no need to. And I won't let Sebastian hurt you either."

She had no choice but to trust that she wouldn't let her get hurt. It was the lesser of two evils in that moment. She could either stay in the tub and be punished by the piano banging psycho, or she could trust that the girl would be true to her word and not let the boy harm her.

Alyson reluctantly let the girl take her hand and pull her from the tub without saying a word. She felt woozy as she stepped out, the room spinning quickly as the pair made their way back into the bedroom. Aly looked anxiously in the piano's direction, unsure if he would try and attack her now that she was out of the bathroom.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Sebastian was going to town on the piano, not bothering to sit on the bench at all but hovering just over it. He must have looked crazy, all wild eyed and hounding the keys. He was playing out Beethoven's 5th Symphony. It had a dark feel to it. Or at least that's what Sebastian thought anyway. When the girls came out of the bathroom he just glared in their direction but not actually looking at either of them. He was in a fit of rage. Maybe he should have just gone for a floozy who would have given him anything he wanted for a night and then dumped her somewhere. Let her be someone else's problem. Instead, he chose to keep this one. Because he liked her curly blonde hair and her little retorts that matched his.

He was beginning to regret that decision and as he watched the two girls he stopped playing and turned, grabbing the bench and throwing it towards the wall. When he grew angry it was hard to get his temper back down. So instead of trying to calm down he chose to break things. He kicked the cage and gave it a decent sized dent.

Sebastian was silent in his rage. He didn't like to talk much when he was angry, he just liked to break anything and everything. And if Prestine hadn't stepped in he just might have broken Alyson's neck. Instead he stormed over to the only lamp that remained in the room and ripped the cord right out of the wall and smashed it against the wall.

When he was done destroying half the room he sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed his face with both of his hands. He took a couple of silent breaths and then looked around at the mess. "Well this is just great." He muttered to himself.

[PRESTINE DAVENPORT]

A kind word and false hope were enough to make the girl yield to her desires. She held tightly to Alyson's hand and brought her into the bedroom. She wasn't initially planning on taking her out of the room to get water. She was planning to hand her off to Sebastian and then bring a drink back, ready to intervene if she had to, but her plans changed when her brother threw the bench across the room.

The noise didn't frighten her but she had the feeling that the girl would be terrified by the fits her brother threw considering she wasn't used to them the way Prestine was. She gripped the girls hand tighter to prevent her from running off if that's what she intended to do.

When he smashed the light, darkness flooded the room and Prestine sighed. "Well this is just great." She rolled her eyes. "Now, if you're quite done destroying your personal belongings and scaring your pet to death, I'm going to go take her to the kitchen, hydrate her, and bring her back. If you expect any sort of progress tonight I suggest you go get yourself a damn lamp from the living room, have a drink, and calm the hell down. You're going to scare Kitten, and we mustn't have that."

She looked to Alyson and tugged her. "Come on, pet. Let's give him a moment."

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

With each passing second she wanted to dart back into the bathroom, but the girls hold on her was too strong. Why was he destroying everything?! She couldn't help but feel afraid he would have been breaking her had his sister no intervened and she felt she had made the right choice by taking her hand, pushing her body close to hers for protection.

"Now, if you're quite done destroying your personal belongings and scaring your pet to death, I'm going to go take her to the kitchen, hydrate her, and bring her back." She hadn't realized it before, but she was trembling. She kept a hand on the waistband of the too big pants to keep them up, but she stayed hidden partially behind the other girl, afraid to even look at Sebastian. Had she really upset him that much?

"Come on, pet. Let's give him a moment." Alyson had no problem being pulled from the room. She was grateful, and when they got into the hall, she said so. "Thanks." She muttered as she was brought to the kitchen, looking over her shoulder at the dark doorway to see if he would come after them but he wasn't.

"Is...he like this a lot?" She asked hesitantly as they got to the kitchen. It was like the night that wouldn't end.

[PRESTINE DAVENPORT]

Prestine took the girl down the hall and into the kitchen happily. She thought her brother was an ass at times, like tonight, but she still felt he had a great deal to learn about being a better master. And being a self proclaimed professional herself, she knew she was JUST the person to teach him! That meant stepping in now and again and making sure he didn't kill them off. Prestine knew he was trying this time, and if the blond wasn't careful her life would be over within the week.

"Is...he like this a lot?" Prestine smiled, pulling a glass out of the cabinet and filling it with water. "Oh, yes." she said, not bothering to sugar coat the truth. "Truth be told you're lucky it's the bench he flung and shattered and not you. Very lucky." She smiled and giggled as if this were amusing, and to her it was!

"You want my advice?" She asked, not caring if she did or not. "When he tells you to do something, you do it. What sense is pride if you're dead for not obeying?" She asked. "He'll take good care of you if you allow him to. He's a man child. He throws tantrums, but he'll give you what you want. I know he left drawing material for you." She said and nudged Aly towards the living room once again. "Don't give him a reason to act out and he won't. It's that simple. Get used to the fact you're not leaving. It's not an option. Suck it up. Life goes on, and for you, you're lucky to have your life after bringing him to the brink." She didn't care if Alyson agreed, and she didn't want to hear her complain or whine.

"Now go back to your room. He won't harm you. He likes your curls far too much."

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

Alyson drained the contents of her glass as if she hadn't drank in days, listening to everything the girl said. She was a little more sober now, but only out of necessity. Her mind was still spinning, but she could sort of focus more now, especially after quenching her thirst. She didn't find funny what the sister did and she grimaced as she laughed.

"You want my advice?" Alyson didn't bother to answer since the girl went right into how she needed to suck it up and allow Sebastian to have his way with her. Did she not see how fucked up that was? But the more she spoke, the more Alyson was coming to terms with her reality. She could either let Sebastian have his way and hope the next day brings brighter options, or she could continue to fight him and be the thing he throws across the room in a fit of blind fury. She couldn't hope for freedom, and the more she tried to obtain it, the worse off she would be.

She felt sick.

Suck it up. Life goes on, and for you, you're lucky to have your life after bringing him to the brink." Alyson had nothing to say. What could she possibly say to that? It was sick, but she had to agree with the girl. What options did she have? If she managed to escape he would slaughter her friends and family, or so he said, and if she stayed she would need to "behave" in order to live. Her eyes moistened as she realized how truly cornered she was. She was no longer a person, just a toy for their amusement.

"Now go back to your room. He won't harm you. He likes your curls far too much." She looked long and hard at the girl with the same pale eyes as her brothers and then turned away. The walk to the bedroom, her bedroom now, or rather hers and Sebastian's, was a long one, each step filling her more and more with dread. By the time she was at the door she felt like a lead weight. She stood there for a moment, head slightly bowed as she stared blankly at the ground, clothes torn, eyes bloodshot, heart heavy. It killed her to do it, but she let the torn pants fall to the ground and she stepped out of them, almost as if to give him permission to do what he'd tried to do earlier. She stood there completely vulnerable in his partially buttoned shirt, her undergarments and a loosened tie, waiting for the inevitable.

The sister was right; she was lucky to be alive. He was a ticking time bomb, and if she wanted to get out of there, she would need to survive, and that meant letting him do as he pleased, no matter how much she didn't want to cooperate..

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Sebastian ignored what Prestine said about getting a light. There was still the bathroom light it would be good enough. He could care less about whether or not Alyson could see in the room at that moment. He could care less about her! He knew that he wasn't calm and rational the way that Prestine was, and although her pets were always willing, that would lose his interest quickly. Her pets didn't make any noise, it was always quiet on Prestine's side of their condo. Sebastian's side on the other hand, was hardly ever quiet.

He sat there on the edge of the bed when the two girls left him and propped his elbows on his knees. The room was mostly dark aside from the bathroom light. The room was a wreck, the floor a mess of clothes, glass and pieces of wood. It was definitely a hazardous place if you were barefoot. Then again, Sebastian was barefoot. Only it didn't bother the bottoms of his tough feet so he hardly had any realization of how dangerous it actually was.

While sitting there mostly covered in darkness, he started to think of what it would be like if he had grabbed someone else. What if he just let Alyson go and make sure she forgot all about it. That might have been an option, but the likelihood of her not going to the authorities was slim to none. He had no intention of ever letting the girl go. But he would keep his word to allow her to call her parents if she was good. Though given how the night had gone so far it seemed like she wasn't going to make anything easy.

He saw a figure blocking the light from the bedroom door and he looked up and over to see the silhouette of Alyson standing there. Aside from the difference in height, he could tell that it was her from the curls that framed her face. He didn't say a word to her but only watched her as she let the pants spill to the ground around her feet. He could only assume that it was something Prestine said to get her to do what he wanted. But now what was the fun in that? Now that she was going to let him just like that, he didn't want it. He didn't want anything from her in that moment. His mood had been shot to hell and he was still feeling rather sour.

Getting up from the bed he walked over to Alyson, seeing that she would be submissive for the moment and decided that maybe he'd be able to do what he intended to do before she ran from him when he'd gone to get her water.

Assuming she already had a drink he reached for her wrist and slowly wrapped his fingers around it. She looked so fragile and so pitiful in that moment that anyone with a heart could see the pain she was in. Sebastian included. Not that he showed any remorse towards her. His face was a blank slate of emotion and he began to pull her into the room. He had no idea just how dangerous the ground was for her as he tried to get her to follow him towards the bathroom.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

The room was still dark and she couldn't really see Sebastian well. She could see his silhouette on the bed, sitting there. Her heart hammered in her chest as she stood there, vulnerable to him. Without her pants she felt so naked standing there. What would he do to her?

Alyson gulped, noticing the debris scattered across the floor. Part of her was angry at herself for getting him this angry, but the other part was glad she had tried to save herself form being used as a sex doll by him. Her body was hers, he didn't own it, even if he thought he did. She wasn't his slave, even if he was forcing her to stay there against her will. Still, she had expectations that weren't fair and she despised him for that. She hated him passionately and when he got up from the bed she instinctively stepped back.

The one step back was all she took, though, as he moved closer. She didn't meet his gaze, afraid to, but stood there feeling small in his presence.

She felt like a child having just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar as he wrapped his hand firmly around her small wrist, and pulled her further into the room.

Her heart was racing faster and faster, and then a sharp pain shot into her foot. She winced, feeling a splinter pushed under her skin, but kept her pain internal, more afraid of what he'd do if she made any noise or complained. The last thing she wanted was to upset him further and have him fling her against a wall. Then she felt another sharp pain, unsure what that was and she let out a soft, barely audible whimper, reaching her free hand up and grabbing his wrist to try and steady herself.

Now limping, she moved alongside him, unsure what to expect him to do to her now.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

At first he thought that when Alyson grabbed his wrist she was going to try and tug away from him. But then he felt his arm grow heavier as her weight shifted and he looked down to see what the hell she was trying to do. That's when he noticed that she was limping. Of course he hadn't realized that her feet wouldn't be as tough and would be sliced up by all the debris on the floor. But once he saw she was having a tough time walking he stopped so she could try to get her balance. But the walk to the bathroom was going to be too far for her.

He let go of her wrist and shook his arm a bit to get her to leg go before bending down and bringing an arm behind her knees and another pressing against her back as he scooped her up. When he started walking to the bathroom again he stepped on a shard of glass that had been sticking up and merely shattered it. It didn't pierce his foot or even leave a scratch. The wood on the other hand did scrap him up a little with the larger pieces but it was nothing that bothered him. It didn't break the skin and that was all that mattered.

When he reached the bathroom with Aly in his arms he had to push through some of the mess that he'd made by using his feet since his hands were full of the girl. He knew there was glass everywhere but one look at the toilet he figured if he pushed the lid down he'd be able to set her down. So with his foot he pushed the lid down and then gently set Alyson down on it, making sure to brush it off with his fingers just to be safe.

Sebastian crouched down next to her and held his hand out while his cold grey eyes looked into her face. "Let me see." He said trying his best efforts to make his voice sound soft. Which it hadn't. But it wasn't harsh like it had been earlier. He didn't want it to sound like he was going to rip her foot off so he tried again to sound a little more caring. "If there's anything stuck in there I want to get it out."

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

When he pulled away she had no choice but to let go, unsure what he was going to do with her. What did he want to bring her to that spot in the room for? Then she felt him hoist her up into his arms.

Her first instinct was to kick and flail, demanding freedom, but she was tired from the booze and the struggles and fear from everything that had happened already. Plus she was terrified if she denied him again that he would take his rage out on her. His sister mad good points, and she had no choice but to heed her warnings.

She was stiff in his arms, but her head was heavy and she leaned it in the crook of his neck simply so she didn't have to hold it up anymore. When they'd gotten into the bathroom she looked around at the mess that had been made. It made her sad to see, like a battle wound. she shut her eyes so she wouldn't have to think about it. It hadn't been that long ago she had been hiding in the tub for refuge, but it seemed like ages.

Alyson sat down on the toilet where he placed her, her heart pounding more now. Why would he put her there? She had heard of disgusting sexual things people liked doing in the bathroom and she feared he would urinate on her, or something worse. She wasn't sure she could handle that..

When he kneeled, she looked at him skeptically. "Let me see." She wasn't sure what he'd meant by that and gave him a quizzical look. What was it that he wanted to see? "If there's anything stuck in there I want to get it out." It suddenly dawned on her that he'd meant her foot. Nervously she crossed her left leg over her right so he could see her foot, and for the first time she saw it as well. There was a hefty splinter stuck in the middle, and a cut on the ball of her foot which was bleeding. She frowned at it and then looked cautiously at Sebastian. "It's fine." She said nervously, attempting to pull her foot away. It stung, but she was more afraid of what he would do to her foot in an attempt to "get it out".

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

He waited for her to decide whether or not she was going to show him her foot or not. When she finally did it seemed like only a split second before she was getting ready to pull it away again. But he was quicker and he grabbed her by the ankle and held her foot firmly in place. He tried not to be too rough but he wanted her to know that he wasn't going to let go and if she struggled she'd more than likely just slide off the toilet seat than get her foot back.

Sebastian watched the blood that seemed to soak the heel of her foot and his eyes moved up to her face once more. "Hardly looks fine." He told her and looked first at the wedged in shard of wood. That would be the first thing he'd get out. He wouldn't be able to see if there was anything in where the blood was pooling out of but he was pretty sure there was probably something stuck in there as well.

Carefully with his free hand he reached for the splinter and tried to get it out. Except it was much too deep in her foot at this point for him to be able to get it with his fingers. He'd need something sharp, like a needle. He knew he didn't have any needles but maybe his sister did? He let go of her foot and stood back up again before leaning over to the tub and turning the knobs to turn the water on. He tried to make sure he turned them to get a nice temperature going for her. Then he pulled up the stopper so that the water wouldn't go down the drain.

When he was content with the temperature, not wanting it to be too warm since she had all that alcohol in her. "I'm going to get something to get that out of your foot." He looked around the bathroom and knew he'd have to clean it up. There was no way he'd be able to leave such a mess for her to stay in all day long. She'd have a thousand splinters by sunset.

"I'm going to get you some bath soaps. I'm sure Prestine has some on hand. If you can't undress yourself I'll be right back." He instructed. She needed a damn bath anyway. He gave her one more long look before he headed out of the bathroom and out of the bedroom in search of Prestine. He assumed she would have gone back to her bedroom and that's exactly where he headed.

When he reached Prestine's room the door was closed as usual. With a couple of bangs of his fist on the door he knew his sister would open it shortly. That or they'd be needing two new doors.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

She didn't like that he grabbed her foot, but she couldn't really expect any less from him. When he wanted something, he was intent on getting it, that was for sure. Her brows furrowed as he peaked around at her foot and yelped softly when he tried unsuccessfully to pull the splinter out. Her lips pouted a little with the pain and she was glad when he didn't try again.

Her eyes followed him as he moved to the tub and began to fill it. what was he doing that for, she wondered? "I'm going to get something to get that out of your foot." She looked at the ground and gave a nod until he spoke up again.

"I'm going to get you some bath soaps. I'm sure Prestine has some on hand. If you can't undress yourself I'll be right back." Again she felt sick and watched him move from the bathroom, her heart sinking. Undress? She had to try her best not to cry again.

She sat there on the toilet weighing her options. She could either strip as instructed, or not and face the consequences. Either way she was sure by the end of the night he would have seen her naked.

She sat there quietly contemplating it for some time before she pulled her underwear off and then slid the tie from her neck. She reached up under the button down shirt and unclasped her bra and pulled that off as well. Last was the shirt. She couldn't bring herself to take it off, though. Instead she got up cautiously and moved to the tub, sliding in slowly, taking care not to mess up her foot. The shirt was soaked, but she didn't care. She rather sit in a soaking wet t-shirt than naked. This way if he did freak out, ti wouldn't be too difficult to appease him.