Note: I just reread this chapter and it brought quite a smile to my sadistic face. Anyway, if you are uncomfortable with reading about strong, sexually related domestic violence, just skip reading this chapter. I will put a clean summary at the end of this so that you will know what has happened. This is the official beginning for warnings within my stories.
Hiroshi waited by the door to greet his daughter. He watched her approach the marble doorstep on the small monitor to the side of the polished wood door. Hiroshi let her ring the doorbell and then he opened it for her and dragged Michiru inside by a handful of her aqua-colored hair. Aiko viewed the show from the side of one of the staircases, just in case he tried to punish her in a way that was most unfit, and Ayame watched from the top of the stairs with a smile of pure joy. Michiru picked herself up from across the hall where she had been thrown.
"Sir, please. I'm sorry," she pleaded.
Michiru's father ignored her and took hold of her hair again, this time tearing a chunk of it out as he brought her face to the wall. Michiru's screamed, pleaded again and tried to get away.
Michiru's father caught her before she could even get up again. He didn't bother speaking to her, because he knew words would solve anything; this was a circumstance that could only be solved by action. Michiru began to speak again, but her father grabbed her by the neck and shoved her roughly toward one of the rooms near the kitchen. He supposed that it would be best if he did his work in a relatively empty and unused room, so he settled with a guestroom. Hiroshi pushed Michiru onto the queen-sized bed in the side of the room. He pulled Michiru's skirt up over her legs and took off her panties. He did think about raping her, but then he thought that if she could enjoy being with that woman, rape wouldn't be anything close to a suitable punishment. She was still a beautiful girl. He couldn't push that from his mind even if he was furious. Hiroshi supposed that he could let a finger or two graze his daughter's body.
Aiko rushed toward the room, but Hiroshed slammed and bolted the door before she could see any more than Michiru being shoved onto the bed. Ayame was disappointed that she wouldn't be allowed to watch, but she was satisfied with her sister's screaming that was audible throughout the entire manor.
"Dear, please open the door!" Aiko was screaming at the loudest she dared, but it was drowned out by one if her poor child's screams.
Hiroshi had taken a bramble from one of the rose bushes from his wife's garden in the back. A good device of torture if any. He had hit Michiru across the face with the thick stem, but he didn't worry about taking out one of her eyes. If she was blind, she wouldn't bother with her sluttish acts ever again. Not that she would anyway after he was finished. Hiroshi hit her across the back of her thighs with the thing, taking off a good deal of her skin with the thorns and staining the bed with her blood. Michiru pleaded again, but her face was only pushed deeper into the bed with her father's foot as he pushed the thorny tip between her legs.
"DO YOU LIKE THAT YOU F-----G TRAMP!" He screamed, pushed the thorny stick as far as it would go, and perhaps a little further.
Michiru wailed, squirming beneath his foot. Her cries intensified when he suddenly broke it off inside of her and continued to beat her buttocks with what was left. Hiroshi only stopped when all the thorns of the bramble bad been lost deep into her flesh and the bramble itself had splintered to uselessness. He still wasn't finished with her, but it was a good start.
Hiroshi turned his daughter on her back so that he could look her in the face. Tears were spilling from her wide blue eyes like fountains. She cried out again as the thorny thing pieced her insides and probably made another hole. Blood was pouring from between her legs like the salty water was coming down her face. The blood from her legs and backside met and flowed down the bed and onto the floor in a crimson river.
"YOU DARE DISHONER OUR ANSCESTORS WITH THIS IDOCY, YOU DAMNED FOOL! FOR COUNTLESS GENERATIONS, OUR FAMILY HAS PREDUCED SOME OF THE BEST IN THIS NATION, AND YOU, YOU DAMNED RETCHED GIRL, FOOL AROUND WITH THAT-THAT BEAST AND SPIT UPON OUR FAMILY'S NAME!"
Hiroshi's eyes burned down into his daughter's.
"Please..." she tried, but it was all she could manage. The pain was terrible and it only made it worse to speak.
Michiru tried to inch further back on the bed, but it didn't prevent Hiroshi from pulling her back to the middle of the bed. Michiru protested weakly as he enclosed his hands around her neck and squeezed the air from her lungs.
"Don't consider yourself as part of this family anymore. For all I care, you can take the name of that woman whom you care so much more for than our dignity."
Hiroshi let go of Michiru and gave Michiru a hard kick in the side that landed her on the floor beside the pond of her blood. He wasn't going to waste any more of his time with her. Hiroshi was intent on taking care of the one who started the whole mess.
Note/ Summary: Michiru returns to her home where she is greeted rather roughly by her father, Hiroshi. Michiru is locked in a room while her mother, Aiko, tries to persuade her husband to stop. Of course, Hiroshi does not stop. He beats Michiru with a rose bramble and I does some other not so nice things with it. "YOU DARE DISHONER OUR ANSCESTORS WITH THIS IDOCY, YOU DAMNED FOOL! FOR COUNTLESS GENERATIONS, OUR FAMILY HAS PREDUCED SOME OF THE BEST IN THIS NATION, AND YOU, YOU DAMNED RETCHED GIRL, FOOL AROUND WITH THAT-THAT BEAST AND SPIT UPON OUR FAMILY'S NAME!" That is clean right? Then he says that he will take care of the one who started the mess. That is all.