Title: We Were Born To Die
Raiting: M
Disclaimer: 18+ This story depicts descriptive sexual acts and may contain adult content not suitable for most adults.
A/N: To ensure the progression of this story and to simplify and condense such long chapters I've gone back and reformated my story. I would like to apologize for the massive spam of alerts on my part for the reboot of this story. To clear any confusion what was previously "Shoot and Ladders" Chapter 14 is now Chapter 45 & 46. Any updates after that will be the continual of the tale of Tate and Nira. (Reviews Are Always Appreciated)
Larry pulled her down the hall, her legs kicked, feet stomping trying to cause any form of friction to stop her from being dragged. He never faltered as he approached the singed door down the hall, ripping open the door to the flame scorched room that was still under renovation.
Her eyes widened in horror when realization crept in her what he was going to do. "No, you can't" Her voice screamed of panic.
"Please, you can't possibly do this to me." She was frantic, pleading to reach into him and touch some source of reality of what he was going to inflict upon her. "You can't lock me in here."
She flew violently to the floor in the room, a remainder of a chunk of hair still in her father's fist. "You blame me for not being here, I was here when it happened. Where were you for your sisters? You were to busy with him to be bothered to be there for your own family."
Nira sat there face stained with tears, her face bewildered as she watched the door slam, taking away the only light in the dark incinerator that burned the life from her angels. She could hear the padlock click and the footsteps retreat.
Tate looked out the door, desperate to hear or see Nira, to have some form of reassurance that she was alright. Constance stepped in the doorway, watching Larry as he approached. "What should we do with him?"
Larry stepped into the room eyeing down Tate. "He needs to be punished."
Tate stood up, ready to fight Larry, his fists clenched about to strike any moment.
Larry stepped forward, never wavering. "Now you should know your mother is greatly hurt and upset by both your actions. Out of respect she has allowed me to handle Nira since she is my daughter. If you continue to object and not cooperate I will have no choice but to step aside and have your wonderful mother deal with Nira."
The smile on Constance's face was pure evil. Tate knew instantly they had him cornered, not because they could take him on, but the threat to hurt Nira was more then he could risk. "What do you want me to do?"
Constance walked out of the room, Tate reluctantly followed, seeing immediately where she was headed…the attic. "My turn to be the chained up monster of the house?"
Constance pulled down the ladder leading to his prison. "You want to act like one you will be treated as such. Now get going, or should we go visit and see how Nira is doing?"
Tate began to climb up, the fist to the back of his head almost knocking him out as his vision blurred from the sudden impact. He fought the urge to attack the woman, snapping her neck as he dismembered her body. "Get over there already. Larry chain him up."
Tate laughed at her pathetic need for others to do her dirty work as Larry shoved him over to the make shift cot. The wrist cuffs were cold, and pinched his skin as Larry forcefully placed the restrains on. Tate was calm and obedient until he heard the frantic cries of Nira coming from the room. He began to struggle, break his way free from his captors and restraints and go save her from the nightmare they trapped her in.
Constance walked over to Tate, running her hand down his cheek, looking at him almost admiringly at the son she longed for him to be. "One day my lovely son you will understand that from the rubble of the pain will give birth something amazing and beautiful."
The loving caress of a mother turned cold and hate filled when the caressing hand came crashing to the delicate skin of his cheek. "I will not let you squander your potential and gift for some undeserving floozy."
Tate growled fighting at his restraints; he was like a caged animal longing for blood, frantic at the smell of fresh meat right before him.
Larry stepped back, checking to make sure the chains were properly placed and would withhold any struggle Tate may have during the night.
"Until you learn to behave you will stay locked up here. You will continue to go to school. Nira will remain here locked up, at your mother's request." he winked at her and blew her a kiss, making Tate cringe more.
"You run away, start trouble at school or draw any unwanted attention to your mother and myself, I will make sure you never see Nira again." Larry made sure to emphasize the last part.
Hitting home to Tate what exactly was implied.
Tate sighed in defeat, he was helpless to fight them. His blood pumped cold through his veins as he listened to the screams and cries of Nira. She wasn't holding back, the scream was blood turning and heart wrenching. How could his mother manipulate a man to turn his back on his own flesh and blood. Then again it was easy for her to chain and torment her own children, was it a stretch for others to do the same.