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Victorya's Story
featured short story by [silent_voice]
Victorya's story.
The little girl sat down haughtily as her elder brother Vanion had told her to do, frowning she folded her arms “I don't wanna play this game Vannie!!” She nagged him as he moved back for his run-up.
Vanion smiled at her and called out “Don't worry Torya! I won't hit ya, that was only once anyway!” He called back before starting his run, when he reached his little sister, Vanion leapt, sailing over her head. Well, that's what should have happened.
Victorya let out a squeak as she was hit smack bang with Vanion's crotch on her forehead, falling back she hit her head on the ground and let out a cry as it struck a rock, tears came unbidden to the three year old's face. They were soon washed away when she saw her brother on the ground rolling around clutching at his crotch in agony, she let out another sniffle then a giggle as she got up “Serves you right!” She said in mock anger before going over and jumping on him in a big cuddle.
Vanion let out a grunt and a wheeze as his little sister landed on his stomach, soon forgetting about the pain in his crotch he hugged the little furball back and nuzzled her soft fur “Remind me not to do that again.” The five year old feline said to the small girl, she perked up her fuzzy little ears and grinned as Vanion spoke. Victorya gave a nod and Vanion pushed her off of him gently then tagged her “Your it!” He called before jumping up and running just out of reach.
Victorya pouted and stood up “Vannie!! S'not fair! You can always run faster than meeeee!!” She said haughtily before folding her arms “I'm not playin!”
Vanion pouted and lowered himself down and prepared to pounce on her “Fine! I'll get YOU!” he called out and leapt for her.
Victorya let out a squeal, she loved it when Vanion chased her and jumped up and down, her legs moving to run without her getting anywhere. This always happened to her when she was hyperly excited. After a little while she started to bolt, her long purple hair flowing behind her as she squealed and ran across the yard.
Vanion bounded after her, always staying very close so that he could catch her at any time but not actually catching her, his little sister's laughter and sqeals always brought a smile to the older feline's lips.
As Victorya ran across the open plains of their country home, a car slowed down at the road and turned into the house, driving up, Victorya let out a sqeal of a different kind and jumped up and down “DADDY'S HOME! DADDY'S HOME!” She called loudly across the field as the aging pickup truck made its way to the house.
Vanion stood up slowly and watched the car drive up, the young smile from his face gone as he watched, his ears lowering slightly, it was never fun for him when his father was home.
Victorya ignored her brother's sudden 'unplayfulness
' and raced across to the drivers side door as it opened and a large powerful feline got out of the car “DADDY!” She called to him as he sweeped her up into his arms. It looked like she weighed nothing, his booming voice called out across the yard as Vanion slowly moved towards the car.
“Oh my little angel! Look at you! Your getting to be a big girl aren't you!?” He said laughing and smiling, the easeness crossing his sleek black fur, it had started to grey and a few grey spots were showing up at his temples and along the crinkles of his eyes.
Vanion slowly walked up and looked up at his father slightly worried, he looked over for the signs he usually got if his father was in a bad temper, and was surprised when his father knelt down and held out his other arm “Come here camp, give your Daddy a cuddle” Vanion's eyes widened and a big smile crossed his face as he ran up and jumped, putting his arms around his father's neck and held him close, breathing in the strong manly scent, Vanion sighed with relief as he smelt no alcohol.
Pennath walked to the door, her stomach swollen with a third child as she smiled out “There's my big man..” She said softly and smiled at him as Vanion's father put the two children down and walked up to the porch before opening the door fully and putting his arms around his wife, holding her close to him.
Vanion and Victorya shared a cuddle and then they started for the house as their parents walked inside, Victorya was just over the moon that her Daddy was home, Vanion, was just over the moon that his Daddy hadn't been drinking.
The rest of the evening went well for the two children, their parents sat down for a nice meal together with the kids, Vanion tried to tell his dad everything that happened to them today while he had been at work, Victorya doing the same, the pair spraying food all over the place.
Finally Pennath said “Come on, let your father eat, no talking with your mouth ful!” She said scoldingly, both children replying that they were sorry before swallowing their food and finishing the meal, Vanion jumped down from the table, picking up his plate and putting it in the sink, Victorya just jumping down and heading into the bedroom. Vanion followed quickly to play.
After a few hours, Vanion was called from the bedroom as Victorya was sent to bed, slowly she climbed in, getting a kiss from her mother she asked one from Daddy, Pennath slowly swallowed and looked to the door before shaking her head “No honey I... I think Daddy's a bit busy tonight” She said nervously. Victorya pouted and demanded to talk to her Daddy before falling she fell asleep, refusing to sleep before she got to.
Pennath finally gave up and walked into the livingroom “D-Dear, Victorya, Victorya wants to say goodnight.” She said quickly looking at him, taking a side long glance at Vanion who was stood before him, his hands on his sides and his head lowered.
Nodding, the children's father brought his brandy to his lips once more and took a deep drink and settled it back on the side again “Victorya tells me that you've been mean to her again.” he said in a slightly dangerous voice, Pennath quickly leaving the room.
Vanion opened his mouth “Nuh! I haven't be-” he was cut off by a sharp open handed slap from his father to the cheek “Did I tell you to talk Vanion? No. So shut up” He said then inspected his hand “Victorya tells me that you've been mean to her, not letting her play with you and pushing her around like she was your little slave”
Vanion's mind screamed at him, firstly Victorya never said anything of the sort, Vanion was there the entire time and Victorya wasn't alone with him, not to mention it just wasn't true!
Leaning back in his chair again he smiled slightly “Also, you spoke with your mouth full, and you never asked to leave the table.” He said then lent forwards “you know what that means don't you Vanion?”
Vanion swallowed thickly and didn't answer for fear of another slap in the face, suddenly one slammed into his cheek anyway “ANSWER ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!” He roared out, Vanion closed his eyes and nodded, praying that this is what his father wanted.
Smiling to himself, Vanion's father pulled out a small switchblade and flicked it open. He handed it to his son and put his hand over his son's arm and guided it to his arm “Go on. You can stop when I say so, or do you want me to do them?!” he demanded.
Vanion shook his head quickly as tears sprung to his eyes, last time his Dad had cut him Vanion's lung almost collapsed, he didn't want that again. Slowly he dug the blade into his own arm. Blood welled around it and dripped down his arm as Vanion slowly made one cut and let his father choose the next place. Slowly this form of self mutilation was done, afterwards Vanion was coated in fresh cuts, he stammered slightly and opened his mouth “C-can I-”
Vanion was cut off again but not by a slap, this time a heafty punch collided with the side of his head, Vanion fell to the side at the force of the blow, landing on a cut he had been forced to make on his hip, Vanion let out a cry and his father snarled “Weakling!” He growled and stood up, kicking out at the young boy, hitting another one of the cuts with a 'thwack'. Vanion let out another yelp and each time he did, he would receive another kick, or punch.
After almost an hour of beating, Vanion was finally free'd from his father's presence by a throw across the room, Vanion hit the wall then slid down before staggering to his feet and quickly leaving the room before something else hit him.
Victorya was crying softly in bed, curled up, she had heard her brother's yelps and cries for his mother to help him, and ocasionally Victorya, but nobody ever went to Vanion's help or else they faced their father, and husband's wrath. Vanion slowly crawled into the massive double bed they shared, Victorya could tell he was crying by the way his shoulder's moved. She let out a whimper before the door burst open and her dad stood there.
“You awake sweetheart?” he slurred his words, Victorya lay still, closing her eyes tightly as he came over and lent down, kissing her head roughly, she had to supress throwing up at the stench, before he left he had reached over and hit Vanion with a closed fist on his side, Vanion let out a sound like a wounded animal and curled up tighter, sobbing. Seemingly satisfied their father left.
Victorya cried, her tears coming through the sound of Vanion's as her brother slowly turned and put his arms around his sister, sniffling “Its okay” His voice was thick with tears but soothing 'Its alright, I won't let Dad hurt you” he whispered and held her closer to him as she turned and buried her face into his chest and cried.
Pennath lay on her side, staring at the wall as her husband walked in “You ready tuts?” he asked in his slurred speech, quickly wiping away any tears, she turned and managed a smile at him “Of course, I'm always ready for you”
He grinned “Good” He muttered before climbing into bed and started to roughly kiss his wife, lifing her nightgown. Unzipping himself he pulled down his own pants and roughly shoved himself into her, Pennath letting out a cry of pain but disquising it as a moan she shuddered in agony as he began to move roughly, kissing her forcefully and biting her shoulder and neck before pinching her nipples hard and twisting them. Lowering his head he bit her nipple as he slammed into her.
After a few minutes it was over, he was asleep and she turned away from him and cried softly at her burning crotch before slowly she too fell asleep, crying and hoping that things would get better, if only Vanion would be a good boy then everything would be okay.
The next morning Vanion woke early, his father was home so he had to get up and fix up the horses and other animals before his dad got up otherwise he would get it. Leaving his dozing sister, Vanion headed downstairs as quietly as possible, slipping on his boots he set out across the yard, feeling the pain from the night before in his stiff joints, Vanion moved as quickly as possible, but his hip ached from the 'special attention' his father gave it the night before.
Quickly Vanion set up the sheep and pigs with water and food before hurrying inside to complete his chores and do the two horses. Vanion was up on a stool and trying to take the horse's rug off of its back when the barn door opened “Vanion!?” A voice roared out.
Vanion froze “oh god..” he moaned in a whisper and quickly tried to get the rug off, moving quickly as possible but he couldn't get the heavy rug off of the horse, the stall door opened and Vanion's father stood there “Would you look at that, you lazy little shit!” He roared out again and walked in, grabbing Vanion's hair and threw him out of the stall, landing on the tractor blades Vanion received a cut to his arm and his back before he pulled himself off of it, falling to the floor yelling out his sorries, his dad growled and shut the stall again, looking around for something to hit Vanion with for being lazy his eyes spotted a stockwhip.
Vanion's eyes widened as he saw his dad reach for it “No daddy please! I'll do it! Please!” The only response he got was a loud crack as the whip wrapped itself around his thigh and took out a chunk of his fur and flesh, Vanion let out a loud scream and fell to the side, clutching his leg as another whipcrack sounded, this time the pain in his back as it took out another large chunk of skin. Vanion screamed for it to stop but the whip lay down the law on Vanion's exposed flesh and fur forty more times before his dad's arms grew tired and he put the whip up “That'll teach you won't it you lazy little fuck” He growled.
Vanion whimpered and tried to move his bleeding arms and legs, even his head had copped two, Slowly he nodded “Yessir.” he mumbled as his father walked out roaring “NOW HURRY THE FUCK UP AND GET THOSE HORSES DONE!”
Victorya yawned cutely as she woke up, reaching over for Vanion she blinked slowly and yawned again “Vannie?” She whimpered and got up out of bed, sliding down to the floor she opened the bedroom door and walked out into the hall, her footpaws making almost no sound on the floor, she started to head to the livingroom before her mother picked her up quickly “No honey don't go down there yet, come on, come into mummy's bed.” She said quickly carrying Victorya to her bedroom.
Victorya pouted “Where's Vannie? We's gonna go fishin today” She said looking at her mother and wiggling her ears. Victorya bit her lip “Vannie's going to be busy today I think” She said softly and felt tears come to her eyes as Victorya lowered her head “oh.”
Pennath hugged her daughter tightly and nuzzled her “Maybe tomorrow huh?” She said softly and kissed her daughter's forehead “Come on, show mummy how well you read.”
After breakfast, Victorya went for a search for Vanion, she found him in the middle of the hayfield, cutting Hay with a scythe and putting it into a pile, he seemed to be working very slowly, she bounced up to him “Vannie, wanna go fishin today!?” She asked happily. Vanion shook his head and wiped his forehead, wincing when it came to a welt “No”
Victorya pouted “Come on Vannie, you promised!” She said sadly. Vanion growled “no! Victorya!!” He snapped, Victorya's lip quivered “YOUR MEAN!” She shouted out and ran away upset that her brother no longer wanted to play.
Vanion watched her go “No Victorya! I Didn't mean it! Victorya!!!” He called after her and sighed, continuing the work, it was all he could do.
Victorya ran into the house crying and her father stopped her “Whats wrong honey?” He asked in a gentle voice, She cried to him saying that Vanion was mean to her and wouldn't go fishing. He offered to go and she shook her head, saying she wanted to go with Vanion.
Patting her head, Vanion's dad smiled softly “Don't worry, daddy's gonna tell Vannie not to be mean to you”
Victorya's eyes widened as she realised what this ment, she didn't like it when Vanion got hurt by her father “No daddy its okay! Vannie was workin!”
He shook his head “I don't think so, Vanion's got to learn not to be mean.” He said as he walked out, for two hours after that, the only sound on the farm was Victorya's crying, and Vanion's screams of pain.
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