Every member of the Darcen family had their own mommy issues.
And Gordon's family also had theirs.
Walking up the stairs that led to their secret hideout, a little Gordon tried to quiten his steps. Their little hideout with their mom, was not accessible by the elevator. And today mother returned after so many weeks of confinement, their dad always said she had to be confined at times to deal with her own issues,and would come to settle if she dealt with them. That was a lie and he knew that. But it was fine, even a few hours with their mom was fine. Because, she'd caress their heads and tell them they did well at every little action, their mom was so easy to impress and her caresses were so gentle and warm. He had to be the first to surprise her.
He slowly opened the door to the small room hidden behind their storage section. He finally saw the figure of his mom in her weaning chair,he liked it when mom rocked him in that. He was six this year and shouldn't be so childish, dad had scolded him the day before as he had missed the target a few times while practicing his arrow shooting. But he didn't like those, they were too old, too tiresome to operate, he liked the gun lesson class more, he was an ace in hitting the target in it's head... although mom didn't seem so proud of that.
"Mom" , he called out. And his brow creased when he felt the stiffened silence that surrounded her. Keeping quiet, he heard the tick .. tock of liquid dropping.
He sniffed and the familiar silvery smell of blood hit his nose, when he finally made it to his mom's front, he saw the pale corpse of the woman that used to be his mom. Her wrists were cut so deep, it seems she had been bent on draining herself faster, ignoring the pain it would come along with.
That was the last time he had seen the delicate face of his mother and also the last time he had set eyes on his father until the man was announced dead later.
He had understood then and even understood it better now why, the second rule of companionship in the Darcens family they'd been taught was to never leave an untamed bride unbound.
Drug her, tie her up, chain her, drain her, break her legs and arms, or even put her in an aired coffin but never ever neglect an untamed bride, not even with available supervision, what feeling could possibly surpass loosing ones only hope to joy the only thing they choose for themselves, the only thing they fight for...
He stared at the sleeping face of his too desperate chosen. Any which way he was glad he found a rare jewel for himself in these pits. His eyes trailed the sleeping figure of his chosen and thought, she looks so edible even under those buggy torn clothes and yet she dares to sleep so peacefully by a stranger she just met. Did she trust me so much to find her sister?
With a huge sigh he gathered enough strength and will power to get himself off the bed that had his soul mate in it, her dress tugged and pulled at places that shouldn't at all be revealed to a stranger.
But then again he was no stranger he was going to be her husband tonight after killing a few people that dared to mess with his bride.
Yesterday after their encounter, he did not know she would be desperate enough to go ask another crew, a small gang that dealt with finding run-away slaves. Those little f"**s dared to touch his bride, if he had been a second late they would've done worse.
Maybe he should torture them some more, fill their missing nails and teeth with some concentrated acids and watch the flesh painfully melt away, maybe do something more...
As he thought of the various torturous ways to deal with his captives before killing them, he saw his bride carelessly kick away the blanket he had just covered her with . Exposing a little more than just her good for grabbing thighs, this little bride, was she trying to seduce her husband to death? The smell of her on his sheets as he felt her silent breathing had kept him up through the night. And now he still had to exert so much effort to keep himself away from touching her.... Wait... Relax... Tonight is only a few hours away... He'll get her the best ring, and watch her beam at him like she had done yesterday when he saved her, she was so easy to please and he liked it, maybe he should find the biggest diamond for her?
Maybe not, it would hurt her small fingers...
The third rule of companionship was to only have relations with ones bride after they had gotten their full permission and getting one's companion to willingly profess the vows were a form of acceptance too however if a bride needed a little more taming, using one's own unique form of torture to reach the same means was fine too. But his little bride was so good, she would definitely say yes right? After all, yesterday she seemed so willing to jump him on the streets. Ugh... his little bride, wasn't she the sweetest thing?
Lets go torture the f*"kers first.