Little Birds with Broken Wings
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Two: Part One
Warnings for this chapter: Sexual Harassment
Penelope & Hannah: (age 13) & (age 15)
Rapist(s): Alexander Burgess (age 17), Dmitri Hanson (age 15), Pete Tarn (age 16), George Nathan (age 17)
January 18th 1970
I've lost track, my brothers, of all these sladky devotchkas that I have like broken the wings of. I remember faces, names, the way each one creeched to Bog and all his Holy Angels for like mercy from all the agony I was putting them through. I remember the girls who dressed like malenky whores, with their rots painted blood red and their eyelids all bright sparkle-sparkle shined up. I remember the girls in the floral print and lace dresses, all sladky and innocent of the world and it's wicked ways. But I have a hard time remembering the when and where aspect of it all. Penelope and Hannah…I believe I was seventeen years young when I had that night of like great bolshy fun. They were the fifth and sixth if I'm correct. Both unwilling, and that made it like so much better.
They walked into the old Korova and my glazzies landed on them real skorry, the one named Penelope was real youngish; a skolliwol-devotchka of like the malenky age of ten or maybe twelve. She had real messy luscious glory the color of choc bars and a real small set of groodies that had not yet really bloomed into their full potential. The other one, Hannah, had perfectly straight fiery red hair, pulled back with a light green heady-band. And she was whisper-giggling to her friend and viddying over at us in the corner of her glazzy, and I gave her a real baddiwad sexy smirk.
Gloopy old Dim grinned at me, and waggled his thick bushy glazz-brows. Pete looked uncomfortable and sick as usual, and Georgie looked a malenky bit bored. I stood up and made my way over to these youngish devotchkas, smiling all sladky and harmless. Penelope put her rooker over her mouth to muffle her girlish giggles, while Hannah hit her lightly and hissed at her to stop though she was laughing to. "May I inquire what's so amusing?" I govoreeted at them, "Oh we're not laughing at you honest! We're just prone to giggling when we get nervous; it's so embarrassing" Hannah managed.
"Oh don't be embarrassed little sister, my eemya is Alex Delarge. Would thou sladky devotchkas be kind enough to allow my droogs and I the honor of spending this evening with such beauteous angels?" and these silly, foolish devotchkas were eating right of the palm of my rooker. I had each one of them on either side of me, my arms around their waists leading them to the couch where my droogs were waiting. I introduced them all real skorry, "It's my first time here" Penelope confessed shyly.
"Worry not, little sister, Uncle Alex will take care of you" I said real nicely and like a gentleman. "I have to use the restroom, please excuse me" Hannah govoreeted sweetly and smoothed down her skirt as she stood up and walked away. I counted to ten and then fifteen slowly before standing up and excusing myself as well. I caught the malenky bird just as she was coming out the door, I put my rooker over her rot to keep her from creeching blue bloody murder and shoved her back into the bathroom. Kicking the door behind me and locking it with my free rooker. Her eyes were wide in terror and wet with tears.
"Hush now, darling, there's no need for fear" I govoreeted mockingly to her, pinning her against the wall and keeping her trapped by putting my rookers on either side of her. "Now how about you show Uncle Alex how much of a dobby malenky whore you really are" I snarled at her, forcing her hand down my trouser and making her touch my semi-erect cock. She gasped in like revulsion and fear, and tried to pull her hand away but I was so much stronger. I grinded against her unwilling rooker, burying my rot against her pale throat. She like horned out real pretty when I raked my teeth across her neck, drawing the red red kroovy with my pearly whites like a vicious animal. "What's wrong, my love? You're nothing but a cock hungry malenky bitch, just like the rest of them. I'm only giving you what you deserve"
The door suddenly opened and I stepped away real skorry, a middle-aged great big old woman with thick rimmed glasses narrowed her snot green glazzies at me all suspicious like. What the hell was a bitch like that even doing at the Korova? I smiled all charmingly at her, "My apologies miss for being in the ladies room. You see, my dear sweet friend here just went through a nasty heartbreak due to a rather nasty young man. She ran in here sobbing and I came after her to make sure she was alright"
Perhaps the gloopy devotchka, whom was still pressed against the wall and crying, was too scared or too shocked to protest or try to ask the woman for help because she only nodded stiffly to confirm my lie. "Well…alright, it's getting awfully late dearie. You ought to be getting yourself home, and this young gentleman could perhaps walk you home?" I grinned at the woman, "Oh but of course, come along darling" I said to Hannah, wrapping a strong arm around her to keep her from like running.
She broke free of my grasp and went running into her malenky droog's arms, who held her quaking plot with a fearful, confused, and deeply worried expression. "What's wrong, are you okay?" she asked her, and before I could like intervene they hurried out and quickly got into a taxi cab. Fuck. No matter, I would find the malenky birds sooner or later, and it would be all the more delicious when I broke them.
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