Oh my god, guys I am so sorry first of all for not updating sooner! I just had to catch up with many readings for my classes, and I am having a small family problem as well as problems just being alone while every single one of my friends is either engaged or in a relationship, so being the third wheel is getting to me a lot, lately!
Hope you guys have all been well and rested a lot, and please take good care of yourselves as the colder weather draws in *If you're in America, anyway :P )
Avixi
Chapter 6
WARNING: MENTIONS AND DESCRIPTIONS OF PAST CHILD ABUSE/RAPE! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
"Margot, I'm home!" Mason sang in a demented, sing-song childish voice as soon as he unlocked the front door of their large mansion. No one was home, it appeared, for Mason knew his father often worked late into the early mornings as per usual, and his mother out at the salon and later off to the movies. But when Mason walked a little forward into the hall, he saw a pair of dark green sneakers casually resting near a badminton racket, and snickered. His sister was home.
Mason made sure to slam the front door extra hard and he threw his belongings violently onto the floor and made sure they echoed throughout the semi empty house.
Upstairs on the third floor of the mansion, a young Margot Verger sat up in her four-poster bed, and quickly began to panic. She bolted through her room and locked herself quickly in the large adjoining bathroom. She pressed a small ear to the bathroom door and held her breath as she heard Mason calmly walking up the stairs as he whistled a merry tune.
Mason calmly opened the door to Margot's bedroom and gazed about the large, decorated bedroom. The walls were colored a light purple color, with posters of Hermione Granger, a few of Margot's own drawings of the Powder-Puff Girls, a few horses, fashion models, and Amy Lee hung on the walls. The large four-poster bed was plain white, a night table on either side of the bed with picture frames of Margot with a few of her school girl friends in silly poses; ones consisting of a cheer-leading squad and Margot at the front and center holding the pink pompoms to either side her face and sticking her face right in between them with her tongue sticking out, another close to the right side of her bed resting on a nightstand was with her and another girl and they had the classic duck lips and the "peace sign" pose, and there was one last picture mounted high on the opposite wall that faced the bed.
The picture frame itself covered the entire wall, practically, and was a long rectangular shape with old mahogany wood decorated about the entire picture as it held it up for all to see. The picture was a hand painted portrait of Mason and Margot sitting in a love-seat in the large front hall of the mansion. Mason had his right hand draped over Margot's shoulders, and she faced forward with an odd half-smile presented across her young features. Both Verger siblings were not even over ten years old when the painter had arrived to instruct them how to sit, how still to sit, and for how long to sit next to each other while he painted their seemingly happy pose and pictures.
"Margot!" Mason sung out as he took off his glasses and wiped them with his shirt sleeve as he peered at the bathroom door. He knew she was on the other side of it, and he skipped across the carpeted bedroom floor happily, as he swung his hands back and forth at his sides.
He stopped when he was right in front of the door and gasped mockingly. "Well! My dear, sweet Margot! What seems to be the matter today?"
He raised his hand and knocked a few times gently.
"Was it boys giving you trouble?"
There was no answer from the other side of the door; only silence.
Mason grinned and pressed his nose right against the cold hard surface of the door and giggled out loud. "Or was it the boys giving you trouble for wanting to play a little too much with the other girls? Making 'em jealous, Margot?"
Margot clamped a shaky hand over her mouth when she heard Mason's cruel words swipe at her as if they were transformed into a bear claw, ripping what was left of her dignity to shreds.
Margot had tried to hide her homosexuality from her family for years, for she knew her father especially would never abide by the fact that she was a lesbian. Margot had a very tumultuous relationship with her father to begin with; the man was a hard-headed businessman and he seemed to favour Mason over her simply and only due to the fact that he was a male. Margot knew her father was every bit the chauvinistic, fascist pig he acted out to be, and there was nothing anyone could say or do to change that; especially Margot herself.
Whatever she did never impressed her father. She had tried getting the best grades she could, but that only earned her a small nod and a "It's what you should be doing, given all the damn tuition money I pay to send you to that bloody University." She had tried being more athletic, working out and trying out for various sports teams, but that wasn't impressive for her father either in the slightest. If Margot's father knew of her sexual orientation, she'd be done for.
"Ooooh Marrrrgoooot!" Mason sang out again, licking a long stripe up from the middle of the door to the top and he laughed.
"You can't stay in there forever!"
Mason had unfortunately caught Margot once when she had invited a girl named Brittany Cutlers over to the mansion. Both girls had been in the ninth grade at the time, and Brittany had recently moved to the private school Mason and Margot attended. Margot immediately took a liking to the young girl, and she sought out her company in hopes of gaining a new friend. For weeks Margot had tried finding time for Brittany to come over, but when you lived with a domineering, dictating father and a perverted brother, that was definitely a difficult thing to walk around smoothly.
One evening, when their father Jacob Verger, had been out on a business trip, Margot decided to invite Brittany over for a late supper. Mason had been out doing heaven only knew what, and Margot decided to take a chance. Brittany had shown up a few minutes late, but she showed up nonetheless.
Margot invited the girl up to her room after dinner and some dessert, and a few movies lead to drinking and after a few drinks, Margot and Brittany somehow had found themselves trying to wrestle stuffed animals from each other; rolling around on Margot's bed and laughing happily. Margot had initiated the first move, and had barely begun kissing Brittany, when the girl kissed back as if it had been a second nature to her.
Heavy petting and groping soon began, but when Margot had worked on the first few top buttons of Brittany's dress shirt, that was exactly when Mason Verger had decided to blast open the bedroom door with a black Polaroid camera in his hands yelling: "Cheese!" and he snapped the photo for "evidence".
Ever since then, Mason had threatened Margot whenever he could and kept her on a leash, so to speak, by telling her he would show the photo to their father and get her thrown out of the house and "banished" from the family if she didn't do everything as he asked, whenever he asked. If she dared ever even think about disobeying him or deviating from his wishes, Mason would often bring out his camera around Margot and parade with the damn thing in his hands, waving his finger about in her face and singing : "Nuh uh uh!"
But the abuse had gone on for far long even before that...
Margot closed her eyes shut tightly when she saw the doorknob of the bathroom door shake and twist ever so slightly. She had locked the door, but then again, that had never stopped Mason in the past.
"Have you forgotten that I know your secret, Margot?" He whispered from the other side of the door.
Margot shook her head, some of her hair falling across her face and covering her eyes as her body began to shake and sweat profusely in fear and anger.
The doorknob shook a little more, making clicking noises that seemed to call out only to Margot, and Mason's angry grunts were heard from the other side as he fought to open the bathroom door.
"Maaaarrrgoooot!" He hissed in a demonic tone of voice, and without warning, slammed his hand open-palmed onto the bathroom door.
Margot screamed and retreated back a little, cowering beneath the sink in the left hand side of the large bathroom.
Mason sniffed at the bathroom door, as if he were a blood hound out for only Margot's fresh blood. He looked down at his feet and snickered. "Margot, do you remember all the fun we used to have as kids?"
Margot felt the tears begin to run down her cheeks as he spoke on.
"We used to have so much fun, you and I." His voice got more soft and quiet, but Margot could still hear him well enough.
She was barely four years old.
"Margot, Mason's going to look after you while your father and I go out to dinner with some of his colleagues from work. Do everything your brother asks you, and be good." Margot looked up at her mother and smiled as the beautiful Christina Verger held her young daughter tightly to her and kissed her on the top of the head.
She turned to Mason ad ruffled his hair. "Be good, son, and look after your sister." She sighed and then turned to look at her husband as he chatted over his cell phone and waved his hand in the air angrily at her.
"We're going to be late!" He glared at her and turned to the family butler who held open the door for him and he didn't even bother looking at his children and bidding them goodbye as he stormed out.
"Bye, angels." Their mother soon followed, leaving so swiftly, the smell of her perfume hung about the in the air for only a few brief moments before it too disappeared into the night...
"Margot...", Mason tapped at the door with a dirty, yellow fingernail, "...be a dear and open the door for big brother, and I swear I won't make you cry...a lot..."
Margot held her head in her hands and wept harder, but still made no audible sound. She would not let him know he was getting to her! She was tired of him breaking her down! He wouldn't have that power anymore!
"It's a game, Margot. Kids do it all the time." Mason walked around the chair that he had his little sister tied to with some of their father's rope he had used for tying up the horses in their stables, looking down at her while wearing a calm expression on his face.
Margot looked up at her brother innocently. "What kind of game?"
Mason shrugged. "Like doctor. The doctor gets to see if the patient is feeling well...everywhere..." With that said, he lifted up her little pink skirt...
"You're only making this harder on yourself, Margot. Just open the door." Mason said through clenched teeth.
Margot shook her head and cried harder. Her vision was blurred due to the tears and stinging of her eyes as she cried like she never had before. She just wanted all this to stop; she just wanted to reach out and finally tell someone what had been going on all these years in the dark mansion that was the Verger Mansion. If anyone peered in, upon first glance they would think that the Verger's lived the perfect live; large house to themselves, excellent family business that was steadily growing, plenty of money, hard-working parents, and good kids. But if they only knew what went on at night, in the dark...
Margot screamed as a thirteen year old Mason grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into the horse stables in the middle of the night. He had dragged her from her bed while she was in a peaceful slumber, and dragged her all the way down the stairs and out the door towards the barnyards and stables and threw her inside roughly.
He held her face-down as she kicked and screamed. Her screams were muffled and hidden by a thick cloth that Mason had soon shoved forcefully into her mouth, and she later discovered it was her own torn underwear.
Mason grabbed a whip from one of the hooks mounted high on a wall, and began whipping and beating Margot with it savagely. She bit her tongue and screamed through her teeth, though she knew no one would hear her pained cries in the night and no one would come to her aid. She cried harder, feeling that she was truly alone, and she soon lost count as the whip cracked and cracked across her delicate skin, biting into it repeatedly as it rammed against her skin.
She felt as if she were going to pass out, but Mason soon threw the whip aside. Margot said a quiet prayer in her head, and hoped he would let her go back to her room, though she was sure she was too weak to even get up. But Mason had other plans, and he lowered himself onto Margot's back.
Only the horses in the stables that night witnessed Margot's tears falling into the dirty stable floor that she was thrown onto as Mason forced his way inside her body, violating and defiling her for the hundredth time that year...
"I just want to show you how much I care for you, Margot...I want to love you..." Mason pleaded from the other side of the door, though his tapping hadn't stopped.
"Go away!" Margot cried out loud, finally finding her voice and her strength. She wasn't going to let this monster win! She couldn't let him win anymore!
Mason threw his head back and laughed. "Poor little Margot! You talk as if you actually have some power, here. How disillusioned, you are, my dear Margot...I'll need to teach you a lesson, I think."
A hand covered fourteen year old Margot Verger's mouth and pulled her into a stairwell on the third floor of the house when she had walked past with her cell phone in her hands, trying to get a hold of one of her friends named Tasha.
Mason slammed her up against a wall and pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhh!"
Margot nodded, eyes wide with fear.
Mason grabbed her phone and looked at it for a few seconds before grinning back at her.
"That your girlfriend, Margot?" He asked as he threw the phone into his jean pocket.
Margot shook her head "No".
Mason's happy facial expression suddenly grew dark. "Oh you're a liar, Margot...you're a dirty fucking whore liar." Each word said bit off a piece of her already still heart.
She shook her head once again, her tears making her eyeliner and mascara run down her cheeks in a dark sludge.
"Why, you're even dressed and dolled up just like a whore..." He looked at her make-up and snickered.
Mason grabbed the back of Margot's neck and pulled her close to his vile lips as he whispered in her ear. "I'm going to show you what I do to liars!"
He grabbed her by the hair and shoved her down to her knees. Margot felt the pain searing through her kneecaps and throughout her legs as she came into contact with the dark, hard wooden floor of the closet, but she didn't have time to resonate the pain.
Mason began unzipping his jeans with one hand hurriedly as he looked down at her with predatory, soul-less eyes, laughing gently, his white teeth gleaming in the moonlight that shone through the windows of the mansion.
"So you like pussy, huh Margot? Well I'm going to help you with that."
He pulled down his boxers and pulled out his hard length out from them, the head already red from sick excitement. Mason looked down at Margot and with one hand touched her tears as they ran down her cheek, and started stroking his throbbing length. It was as if her crying and tears turned him on.
Margot tried pushing back away, and tried running free, but he slapped her across the face violently. She cried out loud, but bit down on her tongue before she could allow more noises to escape her and receive more harsh beatings.
"I'm going to show you what you get for liking to eat pussy, Margot," he panted and moved his hips close to her face, "...you're so lucky that I want to help you and allow you to have the experience of what a real man tastes like, Margot. I'm going to let you engage in quite the learning experience." He inched even closer with his hips, holding his cock right below her nose and rubbed it across her lips slowly.
"You get to taste cock tonight, Margot."
With that, he grabbed her hair, causing her to gasp out in pain. But once she had opened her mouth, he forced his throbbing cock past her lips and fully into her mouth.
Margot clamped her eyes shut tightly, trying to drown out his disgusting moan as soon as he had entered her mouth.
"You're going to put that lying mouth to better use, Margot." He groaned and began fucking her mouth in a rough, quick rhythm.
Mason began kicking violently at the locked bathroom door with his right leg. Margot screamed and covered her ears with both hands as she got up and ran to the farthest corner in the bathroom and cowered in the corner of the wall, crying and wishing with all her might that there was a window in the room so she could throw herself out of it and run with all her life as far away from this hellish place as quickly as possible and never look back.
He kicked harder and harder as he cackled loudly. Each time his feet made contact with the wood of the door, Margot felt as if a nail had been hammered deeper and deeper into her coffin. She wished she truly had been buried ten feet underground so she would never see the light of day again if it meant she'd have t see it with this vile demon.
Mason had kicked in one hinge of the bathroom door, and the door swung down slightly to reveal a bit of the bathroom.
"Nooooooo!" Margot cried once she saw the light from the other side of the room pouring into the bathroom. She didn't move from her spot, but closed her eyes and covered her head with both hands and she panicked and tried to imagine she was far, far away from this place.
She heard through her muffled ears as Mason kept on kicking the door, and another hinge burst forth and landed a few feet away from her. She wished she could turn it into a knife, and plunge the sharp, shiny blade deep into her brother's throat. She would bathe in his blood for days on end. She didn't mind, despite the fact that he was the man who had ruined her entire life, and taken everything that she held dearest to her heart away from her in a second.
She wanted to take his life, and wanted to make sure he suffered just as much as he had forced her to suffer. She would do everything to rue the day that Mason Verger would become as helpless and powerless as she had been to stop the torments and violations.
The door finally blast open and it crumpled down onto the cold bathroom floor. Mason stood on top of it as he shook his clothes of some debris and wood as he faced Margot as she shook in the corner of the bathroom as far away from him as she could have retreated.
He shook his head. "Oh my dear, sweet Margot. You should have opened the door when I asked the first time, Margot."
He strode over to her in a few steps, and looked down at her for minutes.
Margot felt the silence settle around her. It was as if someone had turned off the world. It felt as if the entire planet had suddenly stopped spinning, and a dark cloud had ascended upon the earth, enveloping it entirely by its darkness. She felt as if an apocalypse was upon her, drowning her in a sea of darkness and finally suffocating the life from her worn down body.
She looked up at Mason and felt a fresh set of tears gather in her burning, light colored eyes.
Mason rolled up his shirt sleeves slowly, one-by-one as if he were a surgeon preparing for surgery any time soon.
"What I'm going to do to you, Margot, will make the children at the summer camp weep."
She didn't even close her eyes this time.
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Why do I write these things? I am so sorry, everyone :-( And I apologize for this chapter being shorter than most of the ones I posted in the past are, I just CAN'T write about child molestation, rape, and abuse for a long period of time (not that I am saying most can). I just can't, and I hope this was 'enough' for Mason's, ummm, douche-bag-ness... Sorry Michael Pitt, I like you, dude, but your character is a perv.