Kenny's Pov
I woke up to a sleeping Clyde Donovan curled up in my lap. Eric hadn't returned to disturb us, odd but at the moment I couldn't care less. All I cared about was caring for this little guy when he woke up. I felt him stir a little in his sleep and – Clyde is a thumb sucker? Not a surprise, actually. I wonder if he knows it though. Apparently, the poor guy has had a rough night to begin with before this incident. His mother was…so to say murdered by toilet. Even before her death, she treated Clyde as though he were nothing more than the dirt on her shoe. According to Clyde himself, he is not affected by his mother's death than he was when she had been recently killed. Not too many people paid attention to the brunette nine and a half year old boy, but I've always been the type of person who liked everyone, despite the fact that they were labeled 'uncool' by some of our peers.
He stirred again, this time waking up fully. He seemed slightly embarrassed waking up to me almost naked, but besides that there wasn't too much awkwardness – in my opinion, anyway. There was a knock on the door, and I heard two familiar voices that could possibly save my life. "Mrs. Cartman, are you aware that your son has been keeping Kenny hostage in your house for the past few days?" "Oh – oh my. No, I really haven't. I have not been home much at all these past few days, so I am afraid I don't have anything to tell you, but please come on inside and my poopsikins should be upstairs."
Cartman's Pov
Stan and Kyle. Excellent. Of course, I would let Kenny and Clyde go under one condition. The Jew is mine. I waited in the bathroom until I knew they made it into my room. "Kenny! What the fuck?! Why on earth did we have to hear everything from fucking Butters?!" Butters?! If he thinks he could get away with spying and ratting on me, he's fucking wrong. I could easily get Butters to suck my dick on his own free will, so something a little different is in order. The strongest beating of his life, perhaps. "I didn't want you to worry about me, or get involved. Like Clyde here did." I heard Kenny reply. "Wait, how did Clyde get involved?" Kenny sighed. "Cartman has a picture of him." The rape incident turned Clyde into a mute for the time being, I wonder if he'll ever find it in him to talk again. I entered the room and clapped while all eyes turned on me. "Took you long enough to figure it out, Jew. Oh, it looks like you brought your hippy friend, too." "What exactly are you doing to them you fat ass?" I smirked, and Kyle's eyes fell. "I'll tell you, only if you agree to take their place." "Kyle, don't!" Kenny begged, but I shushed him with a kick to his nuts. "If you don't take his place, his daily life will continue the way it has been for this past week. The choice is yours, and don't you dare think about taking any shortcuts, Jew."
"I have no use for you, hippy. You can leave with poor boy and mute if Kyle chooses wisely." "I-I can't let my friends suffer. If it means freeing them and allowing myself to suffer, then I'd rather do the right thing and let my friends go." "The Jew has made his choice, everyone out before I change my mind.""But Kyle –" Hippy called out. "No, just go!" my redhead ordered. Kenny and Stan took one last look back at Kyle before leading themselves and Clyde out of my room. "Well, Kahl, you and me alone in a room? I think you know what I'm going to do with you next." His face turned redder than a tomato, with anger and humiliation. "I can't do it!" "Sure you can. But I'd rather you do it naked. That way I can see the moonlight shine on your pale body." Was that a tear? Those Jew tears I've been dying to see for years? He placed a hand on his shirt and froze. I really don't think he had it in him to strip in front of me. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. "I'll do that for you."
Short chapter, yes yes. But I promise the next one to be descriptive with sweet, ball sucking goodness! But I'll make you guys wait a bit ;) Just a heads up, only a couple of chapters left when the characters are children, then I really want them to "evolve". Blah, I'm exhausted with a headache.