Becoming a Woman {Incest/Rape/etc.}

[Sexy_Trinity69]

OOC: Mmk, I've been toying around with the idea of rape/forced sex for sometime now. Though I'd never want anything like that to happen to me in RL, the idea of rping it lately has been a turn on so I figured I'd give it a shot. It also has the taboo of incest embedded in it as well so...yea. I'm looking for someone to play the father, brother, and a few other of the guys. If any girls happen to want to join in that's fine. Please, please, PM me before posting here. I'd appreciate it greatly.

Name: Gwendolyn Vanderbilt
Age: 18
Hair: Long Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Bust: 36DD
Height: 5'6
Weight: 120
Feisty, Loud, Sarcastic, Quick tempered, passionate

Father: JckHmmr_2000
Sister: PaintaPicture
Daniel: JckHmmr_2000
Daniel's friends: ??????

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“I’m not a child anymore! You can’t control me!” came a distant and angry voice, one sounding vaguely like my own. Wait…it was my own. The tone was so much unlike me though. I was usually happy yet mellow but now? Now was a totally different story. Just as I was about to yell again, I felt a quick rush of air and a hand connect with my cheek, jerking both my head and body to the right. Immediately a stinging sensation overwhelmed me, my once tanned cheek a vibrant red. No doubt it had been my father’s large hand print across my delicate flesh and I jerked my crystalline blue eyes to face him. They were cloudy, murky even, as I stared up at him, obviously hurt. My eyes were the only thing giving off that aura of pain besides the hand that had moved to cover my cheek. It felt as though it were aflame, the smallest of touches sending sharp pains through my system. I kept my defiant stance, eyes turning from cloudy to flaming as my mind finally registered what had just happened.

I was a grown woman, well by my standards anyways. I’d classify 18 as grown though obviously he didn’t. It wasn’t like I was still living with him, oh no, I’d gotten out of there first chance I could. It was hard for many to believe I wanted out of that house so badly. I practically had anything and everything I wanted. Being a Vanderbilt had its advantages, but like everything else it had a down side. My father, though no one would believe it, is a bastard. I’ll gladly admit it to anyone who asks me what I think of him, but they all say it’s just my hormonal teenage angst. Bullshit. He’s a sick bastard. No, a sick manipulative bastard. All my life I’ve seen him twist and warp every little thing to his advantage. His success as a politician? A scam. He cheated. He’s charity donations? Fake. My mother’s ‘accidental’ death? Yea, you guessed it. Living with that man has always been a nightmare and even once I finally escaped, here I found myself again.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I stood my ground. Sure my face was hurting like hell but I wasn’t going to give in without a fight. By this time I was used to his beatings, both mental and physical. I wasn’t going to let him get his way, no matter how simple his wishes. Evidently he had planned on me going with him to Daniel’s place. Daniel, my brother, was having a few friends over and invited me and dad. How odd right? I didn’t like the idea, knowing Daniel was a chip off of my old man’s block. They were both good with manipulation and Danny was daddy’s favorite by far. The conversation had started out simple enough, he asked me to go and I declined saying I didn’t feel like going. He got angry, complaining about how I never wanted anything to do with him or Danny, yelling and cursing. It struck me odd how easy his mood changed but then again…that was my old man.

“I’m not going to any of Danny’s stupid parties! I don’t care who’s there. I’m not going!” I turned to walk away from him, breathing heavily from anger and annoyance when I felt him grab my hand. Within the time it takes to glance back I felt something crack me on the head, and I blacked out….

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The soft pitter patter of rain sounded like the thud of rocks hitting the concrete as I stirred, my head throbbing as though I’d been hit by a truck. My vision was nothing less than groggy, so I had to blink several times before I could finally focus. My head hair was wet as well as my clothes as if I had been caught out in the rain. “Where the hell am I?” I groaned, lifting myself to my feet. Glancing around I could see the room was dimly lit and barren. It looked like a room to a rather old house. Like one of those rooms to a huge old creepy mansion. What have I gotten myself into…

Suddenly the door swung open, light flooding the room, the sudden change blinding me momentarily. “Good, you’re awake. I was just about to get you up,” The voice was very familiar though I couldn’t make out his figure. I registered the male’s gruff voice as my father’s, my temper immediately flaring. “What in the hell is going on?! Where the hell am I?!” I knocked a few strands of my long blonde hair away from my face as I tried to shield my eyes from the light. Without giving an answer, my father made his way toward me, grabbing my arm, and jerked me along with him. “We’re at Daniel’s party and you’re the entertainment,” Before I had time to even struggle, he jerked me up, tossing me over his right shoulder, my legs kicking frantically. “Be still, Gwendolyn. Don’t make me hurt you.”

I kept struggling but we eventually reached a room with a hard wooden floor in which he tossed me down on mercilessly. Holding in a groan I lifted my upped body into a half way sitting position to see my brother and a few of his male friends standing within the room. Daniel was 5 years older than me, putting him at age 23. We had never got along the greatest, but I couldn’t see what was going on. “Daniel…why isn’t there music? Dancing? This is a party right?” I attempted to joke around, but he didn’t smile. Well, he had an odd one on his features but he said nothing. My father signaled for him and his friends to move forward, growing closer to me. I felt helpless there in the floor, surrounded. “Gwendolyn. You’re 18 now. You’ve blossomed into a beautiful young woman and it’s time for you to know exactly what it is to be a woman…”

My eyes grew wide, my mind realizing that this was no normal party at all as the boys around me began to loosen their belts. Getting to my feet as quickly as possible I tried to dart out only to be caught by my father. Holding me tightly by the shoulder, he forced me to my knees, peering down at me. “Tisk, tisk, Gwendolyn. Trying to run? I’ll have to punish you. Don’t worry boys…if all goes right, my little Gwennie won’t be the only one on the menu…” He began to loosen his own belt, my already huge eyes growing even more in size. I couldn’t believe what was happening. My father had always been violent with me, but he had never ever touched me inappropriately. No, he hadn’t said it, but I knew he didn’t mean a normal beating…oh no…this would be far worse and Daniel and the boys seemed as though they wanted in on it as they neared closer to where I was knelt.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Name: Bailey Vanderbilt
Age: 22
Hair: short, dirty blonde with dark streaks
Eyes: Green
Bust: 36C
Height: 5'8
Weight: 135
rebellious, tough, strong, witty, raunchy

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Bailey was the lovechild of Gwen and Danny's father and one of his mistresses. She was born and her father wanted nothing to do with her up until his wife had died and a few month's later he took his daughter from the mistress who had died as mysteriously as Gwen and Danny's mother had. He kept Bailey a secret from Gwen, but Danny was told everything since he was the one that his father truely loved. Bailey lived the same awful life as Gwen. She was constantly recieving the wrath that her father bore down, with her rebelious attitude and never wanting to listen to her overbearing father she escaped as soon as she could, when she had turned 18. Her father sent her to college, keeping Bailey 'out of his hair' as he called it. He never wanted her...at all. He thought of her as a stupid mistake and always called her that and would scream it at her; But she screamed back, and got the punishment that went along with it. She had gotten her fair share of bruises and scars from that man, but still came back to the house to check on her sister and basically make sure she was still alive. She was never told who her real mother was and she always assumed she was directly related to them all, even though she didnt really look like them.

She now lives on her own in a nice appartment finnishing her last semester at school for her undergrad degree as a pre-med student. She was smart, and wanted to milk her father for all the money he had, besides she had always wanted to become a doctor. But that night, her life would change.

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IC:
I was sitting on my sofa that night, in my usuals of jeans, a tank top, bra and the usual undergarments. I was reading my organic chemistry book and sipping on a beer as i heard a knock at my door. I wasnt expecting a guest, unless it was a neighbor who liked to come over and talk. I looked through the peephole and saw an attractive man wearing nice clothes and i opened the door. As soon as my door was opened he was walking in and shutting the door behind me. Before i could speak he had hishand over my mouth and he leaned in whispering softly into my hear.
"Your brother and father request your presence at Danny's party...your sister will be there and she cant wait to see you. Dont cause a fuss and be a good girl, you dont want to see what happens if you misbehave."

At that time i felt the cold steal of a knife pressed against my back. I knew my father wouldnt let this mad kill me, but it was still frightening. I felt my hands being tied together and my mouth released and i said nothing, this would all be explained to me soon, or i would cause 'a fuss' as he said. He took me out into the hall putting his jacket over my shoulders and keeping the knife next to my back as a reminder of how to act. He took me outside and threw me into the back seat of his car putting a blinde fold over my eyes and took a long thick piece of fabric as a gag and tied it behind my neck. I layed in the back seat hear cars go buy and slowly i heard no more cars but only the sound of rain as we drove far far away from the city i resided in.

I felt the car stop and i was ripped out of the car by my hands tripping and falling over as he walked me around. I felt the ran on my body and i was walked inside some strange room, the floors creaked and the lights were bright. I then heard my father's voice boom throughout the room.
"Ahhh, the daughter i never wanted."

And i felt the blinde fold ripped from my eyes but the gag in my mouth and the tie around my hands statyed. I saw him and my face grew heated, i wanted to scream and yell and attack until i saw Gwen on her knees looking like she was about to cry. I lunged forward when i feel my feet get kicked out from under me and i fall face first into the hard floor. I hear the laughs of my father, brother and his friends. I lay there as Danny walks over kicking me over onto my back and i stare up into his eyes as i feel his shoe on my chest holding me down as i try to move.
"oh dear sister, dont fight this one...you wont win." and he chuckled as he stepped down harder. I grimmaced as i realized this might be a battle i would lose.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

Daniel John Vanderbilt

OOC: I hope this is OK. If not, please let me know and I'll edit accordingly.

Daniel John Vanderbilt
24 years old
5'9" tall 171 lbs. husky/stocky build
long black hair, dark brown eyes
scheming, plotting, psychotic, prone to flashes of violence

Daniel was the eldest and only son. His Asian mother -- his father's first wife -- allegedly died during childbirth. Daniel always found it strange that his father remarried within a few months after his mother's death.

Daniel's father saw Daniel -- the only son -- as his legacy -- his Immortality. Daniel's father didn't merely want Daniel to grow up to be just like him. No, that wasn't enough. Daniel's father wanted Daniel to BE him -- to be a continuation of Daniel's father's person.

All of his life, Daniel had no choice but to "relive" his own father's youth. When Daniel played football in high school, his father made sure that his son ALWAYS got starting quarterback position. Daniel had no choice but to ALWAYS run for class president, and had thousand-dollar-per-hour lawyers coaching him for the Intramural Debate Team. Daniel graduated from college in three years, and then finished law school in two years.

Daniel's father never passed the bar exam, so he dissuaded Daniel from taking it as well.

"Do you really want to make a livelihood with a state's ethical board breathing down your neck?" Daniel's father said. "Come with me, son -- let me show you where the REAL money is... Let me show you the road to real wealth, and more importantly, POWER."

No one knew the secret that Daniel harbored all of his life.

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IC

I smiled, just as I usually did, in whatever manner I thought would please Dad the most.

Just a little while longer, I thought to myself, as I looked over my sister Gwendolyn, trying not to look too concerned. Father's "bodyguard" came in the door, dragging Bailey along with him.

"Daniel, are you sure this location is secure?" Father asked, leering at both Gwendolyn and Bailey.

"Absolutely," I nodded. "We have electronic monitoring, underground tunnel escape routes -- heck, I even had my boys trained by your security guys to help keep an eye out out for anything interesting. The entire cabin is sound-proofed -- even though we're in the middle of nowher, and there's nothing but open field around us for miles. Don't worry, Dad -- what happens here -- stays here. I promise you that."

Yeah, Dad, I thought to myself, I guarantee it.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

Daniel James Vanderbilt III (Father)

48 years old

6'1" tall, 185 lbs.

short black hair that is platinum gray at the temples

lean, muscular build that shows through his pin-striped custom Armani business suits

GREEDY, ruthless, corrupt politician; founder and former CEO/Board Chairman for Mitsuhama Computer Technologies

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Mr. Vanderbilt leered openly at his two daughters, his eyes glowing with pure malevolence. He made no effort to hide the fact that he enjoyed his daughters' fear and confusion. In fact, Mr. Vanderbilt tried to make things even worse for both young women by using direct and indirect intimidation tactics -- the same tactics he used in corporate boardrooms and politicial arenas all over the world. And why not? His methods produced an obscene amount of wealth and power, and he gladly reaped the rewards.

His only wish, at this point, was to ensure that his legacy continued, even after his own passing. In his mind, the answer to the inconvenient problem of mortality and death was to make certain that his genetic successor would keep him... Immortal.

"You did well, as always, my son," Mr. Vanderbilt said, his voice dripping with pride -- and perhaps, even affection -- for his only son. "You make me very proud."

"Thank you, Father," his son Daniel replied, nodding his head curtly. For a microsecond, Mr. Vanderbilt wondered if his son truly learned the lessons he tried to teach him about being ruthless and willing to do anything to get ahead in life. Mr. Vanderbilt always trusted his instincts, and they always served him very well...

"As a reward, I want you to be the first to have both of your sisters," Mr. Vanderbilt said, suddenly stopping in his tracks. He opened the bedroom door and motioned for his bodyguard to bring both young women inside.

"What?!" Daniel couldn't hide his surprise, and despite his herculean effort to recover, he knew -- and more importantly, his father knew -- that he was caught off-guard. "Of course, Father. As you wish, Father..."

"Oh, come now," Mr. Vanderbilt chided. "Didn't you know that this entire event was for YOU? You're my number one son -- and soon, you will be my sole heir. Unless, of course, you don't have what it takes to deserve it....?"

A test of loyalty, Daniel realized grimly.

"Thank you, Father," Daniel said, trying his best to mirror the evil in his father's eyes. "I'm certain I'll enjoy this. And don't worry; you'll see that I have what it takes to be just like you... Dad."

Daniel turned to both of his sisters, and yelled at them, doing his best to show that he could be just as intimidating as his father -- as THEIR father.

"GET IN THE ROOM -- NOW!"

Mr. Vanderbilt laughed with glee and pride as both daughters broke free from his bodyguard's grasp, but only to dash -- crying and shivering in fear -- into the room at his son's command.

"Leave some for Dad, alright, son?" Mr. Vanderbilt winked and laughed as he closed the bedroom door behind Daniel. He then turned to everyone in the room. "Alright men, who's up for cigars and brandy while waiting for their turn?"

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

"And now, my dear sisters," I said menacingly before the door completely closed -- after all, I wanted Father to hear me. "Take off your clothes -- NOW!"

I moved quickly as soon as I heard the door close completely behind me. I locked the door as quietly as possible, and then turned to my sisters.

"We need to work together if we want to make it out of this alive," I said in a hushed tone. "Father plans to have you gang-raped and murdered. That's not going to happen -- not if I can help it."

Ignoring their confused looks, I walked over to my sisters to visually inspect them for any serious or disabling injuries. I sighed a quick breath of relief to see that their injuries were, at most, superficial.

"We don't have much time to talk right now," I put my forefinger against my lips to silence their questions and concerns. "I need you to trust me, and do what I tell you to do -- without hesitation, and without question. Do what I ask of you, and we just might live through this."

I took out the pair of 9-millimeter semi-automatic pistols from where I hid them at the small of my back, and then offered one pistol each to my sisters.

"Father's gonna walk in that door. There will be a split-second after he closes the door where he'll either turn his back on you to lock the door, or be busy getting undressed. When that time comes, you need to shoot him. Aim for his chest, and fire twice. When he falls down, get closer and squeeze another shot into his forehead."

I paused to let it all sink in, and then continued my quiet instruction.

"Father's bodyguard will hear the shots from inside the room, despite the sound-proofing. When he rushes in to investigate, that will give me and my boys the opportunity to catch him off-guard. I'll open the door and let you out after we take care of Father's bodyguard.

We have a helicopter on stand-by outside. You need to get into that helicopter as quickly as you can after I open this door to let you out. The men will stay behind to... clean up."

I then took off my shirt and tie, and loosened my belt.

"Now, I need both of you to pretend that I violently raped both of you. I'm sorry, but I'm going to slap you both very hard on the face, to make things look convincing."

I gave both of my sisters some time to get ready and prepare themselves. Most importantly, we took time to hide their guns where they can easily reach them when Father enters the room. When they seemed ready, I slapped both of them hard on both sides of their faces. They both fell down when I hit them, whereupon I proceeded to tear off their clothes violently. During this entire time, I yelled out loud, hoping that Father bought the entire act.

I threw my sisters upon the bed after I shredded their clothing, making sure to make as many crashing and thumping noises on the bedroom furniture and walls. After several minutes, I exited the room, looking spent and dishevelled, and silently hoped our efforts gave the impression that a violent rape just happened inside the bedroom.

Cheers erupted as soon as I emerged, and my Father greeted me with a congratulatory clap upon my back.

"That's my boy!" he said triumphantly, as he made his way inside the room that held both of my sisters.

 

[Sexy_Trinity69]

My eyes squeezed tight expecting my father to hit me with his belt or to wrap the brown piece of leather around my slender neck. I was already on my knees so there was no real need to force me down, unless he planed on taking me from behind. Surprisingly no blow ever came. Instead he called my brother Daniel...saying he could have the first go. I gulped. Daniel...oh daniel. How could words describe this boy? He was a spitting image of my old man from looks to personality. Power, money, and evil was about all he was interested in as far as I am concerned. The two of us never got along and I knew with him there was bound to be plenty of trouble. We fought every chance we got and though he didn't lay a hand on me, he always got me back somehow. Normally by getting me in trouble with father.

Hearing him scream, Bailey and I wasted no time running into the room, not wanting with the other boys and old man. In the corner I coward like some sort of mouse, shaking and shivering as he ordered my clothes to be remove. Suddenly his voice changed to more of a hush one, more gentle than the first. What the hell is going on?!

"Daniel, I don't under-" My voice was cut off as his finger was placed at my lips. This wasn't exactly the Daniel I knew. He was a sneaky fellow and got me into things all the time. What was his angle? Though suspicious I took the gun and began preparing only wanting out of this place before I passed judgment on my brother. "Wait, smack us? Daniel, I-" again I was cut off, my body falling to the floor a handprint on my face. Whimpering out of pure confusion we waited as Daniel left hearing cheers right before father walked in. He began to undress, turning to lock the door back, whenI raised my pistol and shot....

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

Mr. Vanderbilt imagined multiple images of the horror he planned to inflict upon both of his young, beautiful daughters. Who would he start with first?

The pride that he had for his son evaporated in the wake of his lust. He longed for nothing more but to degrade, humiliate and hurt his daughters. No logical, rational reason existed for his longing to inflict pain and misery; the young Vanderbilt women were nothing short of model children, even with the occasional rebellious streaks that came with their teenaged years.

Then again, Mr. Vanderbilt required no reason to cause pain, other than the fact that inflicting horror, pain, terror and misery gave him pleasure. He made sure to make a slow and deliberate act of locking the door behind him. He hoped that his deliberate movements would heighten his daughters' fear and apprehension -- just before he realized their worst fears and most unimaginable nightmares.

As the lock clicked shut, Mr. Vanderbilt wondered how he would like both of his daughters to die. Would he strangle them? Or, would he gut them like butchered animals, fucking them while their bloody corpses shook in their final death rattles, and bathing in their fresh, warm blood? Would he masturbate while watching them struggle as they dangled from hangman's noosed-ropes? Or would he simply beat them with some kind of blunt, bludgeoning instrument, feeling their bones crack under the severity of his blows?

Mr. Vanderbilt's eyes bulged as the bullet burned through his back, just underneath his left shoulder. The 9-millimeter slug clipped his rib, and tore through the bottom lobe of his left lung, far enough from his heart to not kill him immediately. Designed to avoid over-penetration, the first bullet -- the one fired by his youngest daughter, Gwendolyn -- lodged in the middle of Mr. Vanderbilt's front rib cage.

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I heard the first shot go off inside the room. The sound insulation diminished the gunshot's noise to an audible pop, immediately recognizable only to those experienced enough to be familiar with such noises. As expected, Father's bodyguard was such a man, and he reacted instinctively.

"Mr. Vanderbilt?!" He yelled as ran to the door. "Is everything alright, Mr. Vanderbilt?"

He spent one entire second trying the door knob. The locked door gave us all the distraction and time we needed to catch him by surprise. One of my men tripped him as the bodyguard tried to bash open the bedroom door with a shoulder rush. The rest of the men feel upon him, plunging icepicks into his upper torso while they held him down on the wooden floor.

The men used icepicks as their weapons of choice for their efficiency in this situation. Icepicks cause small, deep wounds, damaging the victim's internal organs while not allowing the resulting hemorrhage to escape the body. The victim's flowing blood then exerts pressure upon the victim's internal organs, killing him within moments -- all with a minimum amount of blood spillage and weapons noise.

Groaning loudly, the bodyguard was noticeably still alive when the men dragged him outside to chop him up and feed him to the hogs in the pig pen. Although dying, he tried to give one last moaning warning to Father. It was a vain effort on many levels, and only hurried his trip to his porcine burial.

 

[Sexy_Trinity69]

Nervously I laid on the bed trying my best to look brutalized. Actually I think I was doing an ok job because I really felt as though I had been jerked, beaten and violated. Maybe Daniel hadn't raped me but the whole situation made me feel so vulnerable...weak. I didn't like it in the slightest. In the corner on top of the bed I trembled, my older sister beside me doing likewise. I wanted to speak with her, to get her to reassure me as well as me reassure her, but my voice would not come. My face burned and I was naked for the most part.Hearing my father enter the room made me cringe as my fingertips traced over the butt of the gun that was stuck between the bed and the wall.

I could see the insane look of lust in my father's eyes as he entered. The look of a mad man in his sick fantasy world. God did I want to wipe that idiotic yet devilish look off his features, but knew I'd have to wait to get my chance. Slowly he began to lock the door as if drawing it out purposely. I shivered anxious to hear the bolt click ad glanced to Bailey who looked just as I did. Once the click finally sounded my gun raised and I fired it off immediately, the kick of it sending my body back and off balance. I felt deaf and shaken but I raised it again firing off another shot in his back and one aimed at his head as Daniel had instructed. Once he'd fallen to the floor, a pool of blood surrounding him, I carefully and cautiously moved closer. Off the bed I went, seeing my father's now lifeless body I kicked it, just to make sure he was gone.

Immediately realizing he was dead, I dropped the gun, hearing noises and what not from outside the door. Voice still lost, I moved to be closer to my sister. She was shaking, as was I as we waited for Daniel. I still wasn't so sure about him, my memories containing so many incidents of betrayal but this was different right? This was too serious to be another one of his scams...or at least I hoped so...

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

I peeked into the room after I heard the third shot, just in time to see Gwendolyn drop her firearm. Our father lay unmoving on the floor in a pool of his own blood, with visible gun-shot wounds to his torso and head.

"Great job, Gwendolyn," I said as I walked over to them, carefully stepping over our slain father's corpse. I tossed my sisters' clothing to them so they could get dressed, then ushered both of them out of the bedroom, and pointed to the helicopter waiting outside.

"Get in," I said. "I'll be along shortly. I just need to take care of a few last things..."

I went back into the bedroom, where I hurriedly put on some surgical gloves. I took the firearms I gave to my sisters and placed them into a sealed plastic bag. Then, I went to a small room where I ejected the digital video disk from the digital video recorder. Moving quickly, I put the source DVD into a laptop computer, and edited everything out of the recording except the part beginning with my Father's entrance into the bedroom, and ending with my sister Gwendolyn dropping her gun and kicking our slain father for good measure. I copied the edited material onto two DVDs, and then destroyed the source DVD, the recorder and the laptop computer by breaking them into little pieces with a hammer, and then tossing them into the incinerator. I packed the sealed firearms and one of the edited DVDs into a briefcase, while I placed the other DVD in protective case.

"Here," I gave the DVD case to the helicopter pilot as I took his place in the pilot's seat. "This is so your boss knows his money and support bought him what he wanted."

With that, I stowed the brief case in a secure compartment, and took off with my two younger sisters in the helicopter.

Once in the air, I turned around briefly to talk to them.

"Did Father hurt you before you took him down? Are you both alright?"