Piccolo opened his eyes to reveal where he was. He found himself in Brutilia's and Kira's house, he also noticed that he, himself, was transparent and no one in the house could see him. He heard a knock at the door, he held his breath. Suddenly he didn't know if he really wanted to see this.
Kira got off Brutilia's lap and walked towards the door, re-doing her hair to make herself look presentable. She opened the door to see an angryGoku clutching Eli at the shoulder. With one motion Kira had Eli in her arms and was overly-praising Goku for bringing her 'baby' back.
"Fuckin' bitch." Piccolo muttered under his breath.
Brutilia re-disguised himself to look like Brutis, walked up behind Kira and likewise began to lavish praise upon Goku for finding Eli. That's when Piccolo noticed Eli's fists. They were clenching and un-clenching rhythmatically. Eli was phsycing herself up for something.
"Here it comes." Piccolo thought.
Goku left and Kira shut the door, still speaking to Eli as if she were the lost lamb. Frost ran over to the window, and began gazing in a way a lookout would.
"Is he gone?" Brutilia/Brutis asked coldly.
Frost turned to meet Brutilia/Brutis' gaze, and with an evil look to his face, nodded 'yes'.
Brutilia dropped the disguise and raised his fist. He made contact with Eli's face and sent her flying. Kira ran and snatched Eli up, as Icer and Frost both dove and held her legs. Brutilia advanced and proceeded to beat Eli horribly. Punches to the face, stomach, kicks to the stomach, sides, head, and legs rained down. Piccolo looked to his right to see Chill walk aimlessly in and sit down on the chair. The child began to clap his hands in glee at the violence he was witnessing. It was like this was some sort of cheap spectator sport.
Suddenly Brutilia stopped the blows.
"I'll be right back," he snarled. And he turned out of the kitchen area and began to walk through the living room and up the creaky stairs.
Eli, meanwhile, began to struggle; trying to throw her captors off. Allthree of them held tightly.
Brutilia returned, holding a quart-sized carton with him. He reached out and seized Eli's head and began to force her head backwards. He squeezed her jaw in such a way it was forced open, and he poured the contents of the quart down her throat.
Within seconds Piccolo could tell what was in the carton. The smell of ammonia, drain cleaner, and some formof lysol filled his nostrols.
Eli's struggles ceased and she dropped limply to the floor, shuddering in convulsions.
Icer and Frost began to high-five one another, while Brutilia scooped Kira up in his arms.
"Go play outside Icer and Frost. Take your little brother with you." Brutilia commanded. Kira giggled happily as he carried her through the kitchen, through the living room, up the creaky stairs, and from what Piccolo could hear; into the bed.
Everything began to move in fast-foward. Piccolo could see how things had progressed the rest of the night. This continued until somewhere near eight am.
Eli groaned and lifted herself uneasily onto her hands and knees. Her eyes widened and she just barely managed to get the wastebasket under her mouth as she vomited the contents of last nights show.
Kira walked into the kitchen and carelessly poured herself a cup of coffee.
"Oh, you're up." She said with utter disregard in her voice.
Piccolo began to fume. Kira had helped this! She had actually given to such little thought to the life in her care as too allow this viciousness to continue.
Kira picked up a muffin and began to chew on it lazily. "Brutis wants you to clean the bathroom today." she said in the same tone of utter indifference. Eli stood up shakily and began to make her way to the stair case.
"Oh yeah." Kira said, as if remembering some important detail. "He said if you don't finish in twenty minutes, you won't recieve any food today." Eli continued to walk, as Kira laughed.
Everything moved in fast foward again, until Piccolo saw Eli on her hands and knees; scrubbing the bathroom floor with a bristled brush.
Brutis walked towards the bathroom and leaned against the door frame, snacking lazily on an apple.
"How's it goin'?" He asked casually. Eli didn't answer.
"Go ahead. You have permission to speak." Brutis said coercingly. Eli scrubbed harder at the floor. Brutis began to circle her.
"Y'know, you're a lot prettier than your mother. Much more sexy." He purred. Piccolo could tell she was doing all she could to ignore what he was saying.
"You just say 'yes' and I'll end all this." Brutis said.
Piccolo suddenly realised what he was witnessing. Brutis was offering freedom from all the abuse, all the torment, for sex. Obviously fucking Eli's mother must've gotten old. Piccolo felt disgusted, like he suddenly had to vomit himself.
"Obviously, it would be a lot happier for you," Brutis continued. "But, there are other things I could do to you." He said with a sneer.
"There isn't a whole shit load you could do to bring me lower." Eli said in a quiet voice.
Piccolo took one look at Brutis' face, and he knew something bad was about to happen.
In one move, Brutis reached down and ripped the shirt off Eli's torso. Thank Kami she was wearing a bra underneath. Brutis hauled Eli to her feet and pinned her by the arms against the wall.
"Listen here, you little bitch. If your mother gets sick or dies, I don't care if you consent or not; you're the new whore around here. And trust me, I'm not gentle the first night. If you get yourself pregnant, so help me kami I will give you the most painful home abortion I can. I will make every moment of your pathetic existance living hell. You will beg for death! And don't think you can run to your little buddies either. Who are they gonna believe? Eli, a runaway and probably knocked up? Or the poor doting, grieving step-father who just wants to be loved?"
Eli's head twisted to the side and she clenched her eyes shut. Piccolo wanted to kill him at that moment. He wanted to tear open his torso and remove every single organ while he was still alive. This was sick.
As soon as it began, it ended. Brutis hadn't gone that far yet, but he'd done enough to fuck with Eli's head.
She kneeled on the ground, breathing hard and unevenly. Near hysterics, she reached over and picked up the bristle brush she'd been using to clean the floor. Eli began to mercilessly scrub at her wrists where Brutis' hands had been. She scrubbed until blood stained the bristles.
Fast-foward again. It kept going until it was sometime during the night. Piccolo didn't know what shocked him more; the way Eli was treated physically by everyone in the house, or how every one of them, even little Chill, went out of their way to mess with her emotionally and mentally.
Brutilia concluded his beating and pitched Eli down thebasement stairs. Eli fell down the stairs hard, made contact with the concrete wall, andlay still on her back. She sighed and moaned at the same time, wincing in pain.
Piccolo growled.
Suddenly, the basement door eased open and Icer cautiously walked down. He walked slowly down the stairs until he stood directly above Eli. He knelt down and placed something in her hand. It was her own gun; the one with the special, ki-enhanced bullets.
"Do yourself, and everyone else, a favor." Icer said coldly. He turned and began to ascend the stairs once again.
Piccolo's eyes focused on Eli. Her hand gripped the shiny gun in her hand. Her whole hand began to shake, it wasn't long before she was shaking all over. In one quick motion she rammed the gun to her temple and pulled the trigger.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Nothing was happening. In confusion Eli sat up and pulled the chamber out. It was empty. Brutilia had done this on purpose. The bastard was toying with her.
Eli sat up, her face a mask of despair. She pitched the gun across the dank room and put her face in her hands. She looked somewhere near the realm of hysterics. She looked up and saw her reflection. A large shard of a mirror lay against the wall oppositefrom where she was sitting. She stood up and slowly approached the reflective glass. Her face turned into a portrayt of rage.Eli viciously slammed her fist into the glass,severly crackingit. Glass imbedded into Eli's clenched fist, but she didn'tseem to care. Finally all the glass shattered into pieces on the ground, but she continued to pound the wall. When the other fist began to become unbearable, she switched fists. She punched the wall until she couldn't anymore. Both her hands were bloody. She placed both of them on the wall, and slowly sank to her knees. Her hands leaving horrible, bloody, disfigured prints on the wall.
When she did finally move again, she moved toward a small cot in the cornor of the room. Before climbing in, she checked the pile of rags underneath. Hidden under the rags was a heavy, metal rod. She placed one rag over it and laidface down in her cot, allowing one hand to dangle near the rag.
It wasn't long before Piccolo found the reason for the rod. It must've been a good half-hour later when Brutilia silently made his way down the basement stairs. He walked over toward Eli's half-sleeping form. Using one hand, he lifted the back of Eli's shirt, slowly rubbing her back. His hand moved higher upon every stroke. Brutilia smiled as Eli wasn't reacting, at least not in his sight. Piccolo watched as Eli slowly lifted the rag and clutched the metal rod. Her hand clenched around it, and in the blink of an eye, she was up and off the cot, Brutilia was on the ground. Eli rained blows of her own down on Brutilia's head and body.
Suddenly, Brutilia grabbed the rod. Snatching it out of her hands; he swung it back and hit her in the knees. Eli fell with a grimace on her face. Brutilia didn't stop; he lifted her by the legs and swung her around the room, her head making contact several times with the concrete wall. To end the fight, Brutilia threw her in such a way, that her midsection collided with the support beam in the middle of the basement. The force bent her together, like she had been folded. Blood was everywhere.
Brutilia looked indifferently at the mess, and began to climb the stairs again.
"Kira, hand me those senzu things. Your stupid kid is bleeding everywhere again!" He shouted from the door frame.
He trotted down the stairs with a mini-sack of senzu in his hand. He haphazardly sat next to Eli and began to feed her senzu. One didn't do anything. Two didn't do anything. Three didn't do anything. It took almost seven senzu before any affect was taking place. No wonder she had become immune to them, in one year she had already made a huge tolerance for them.
Fast foward once more. This time days passed before time slowed to it's normal pace once again.
Eli lay face down in her cot again. She had a black eye and a cut lip that the senzu hadn't helped. The immunity was taking it's effect now. Her cot drifted lazily back and forth as Eli's range of motion allowed. The door to the basement suddenly opened with such force Piccolo was sure it would crash off it's hinges. Brutilia, angery and cursing, threw something down the basement stairs.
Eli looked over, it was Chill. Brutilia had just chucked Chill down the basement stairs like a piece of trash.
She cautiouslygot off the cot and approached the body of her youngest half-brother.
"Chill?" She asked quietly. He didn't respond.
That's when Piccolo saw Eli drop to her knees beside him, muttering a string of panicked curses. Piccolo then noticed the giant, hand-shaped bruises around Chills neck and his blue lips.
Eli began to quickly administer air to her brothers lungs, it wasn't long before he came around.
He looked up at Eli with a combonation of fear and sadness plastered to his face.
"What happend?" Eli asked simply.
Chill burst into tears. "Daddy...training...hands...my neck..." he choked out. He flung forward and sobbed into Eli's torn shirt. Eli began to reluctantly stroke his hair in an attemptto calm him.
"Daddy doesn't love me anymore!" Chill shouted. "He says I gotta stay with you now! He says I get the cocktail tonight!" He began to go into a crying fit again.
Eli got a faraway look to her eyes.
"He ain't gonna hurt you, Chill." she said calmly.
Chill looked up at her in confusion.
"He won't hurt you as long as he's mad at me." Eli said calmly.
"Your gonna make him mad at you?" Chill asked, still in confusion.
"I'll do something to piss him off, I probably would've ended up getting beaten tonight anyway. Don't worry, if he is still intent on giving you the cocktail; I'll run away. That way he'll be so pissed he'll focus all his attention on kicking my ass." Elisaid reassuringly.
Chill smiled andclutchedtightly to Eli.
"Thank you."He whispered.
Piccolo left the mind, he didn't want to see more.