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them. They were like smaller smarter versions of their older brother.
    Hiding became impossible very quickly. Before he had a chance to run, Mathias found himself slammed against the wall of the dining room.
    “Listen here, you little creep!” Timmy snarled. “Everything that happens here today, it never happened. Got it?”
    If he hadn’t been so scared, Mathias would have commented on the ridiculousness of his request, but he knew making comments like that would only make things worse.
    “Yes.” Mathias said.
    “Yes what, Pussy?” Timmy asked.
    “Yes, sir.” Mathias took a deep breath. He knew that if he didn’t call the idiot sir, the beating would be worse than usual.
    Timmy looked at the others. “Rick. Claire. Grab his arms. I think we’ll play with him in the basement. The little ones giggled and complied.
    Don’t cry. Whatever you do, don’t cry. He knew he had to be strong. Dumb animals responded to fear. There was a possibility that if he didn’t show fear, he’d have a chance.
    They dragged him from the kitchen into the dining room. Timmy threw open the old basement door; it shook on its hinges. They lugged him down the basement steps and his arms felt like they could go out of socket any minute.
    The basement was dark, but not as dark as he expected it to be. The air was musty, clouded with years of mildew. To a normal person, it was a typical basement complete with piles of moldy boxes. To Mathias, it was, at that moment, the scariest place he’d ever seen.
    With Timmy on one end, and Rick and Claire on the other, they threw Mathias on their father’s work bench. He tried to get his arms free, but they must have planned this for a long time. Rick and Claire quickly tied his arms down to the legs of the workbench.
    Come home, goddamnit. Please God, let somebody save me. He breathed hard. No one came. There was no escape.
    Timmy stripped Mathias’ pants and underwear off. Mathias kicked at Timmy’s head and the giant slammed his leg back down to the table and secured his legs with more rope tied to the table. As much as he wanted to do something amazing to save himself, he couldn’t. Timmy was stronger and he was helpless. He felt tears roll down his cheeks.
    “Fucking pussy. Gonna cry now are we?” Timmy pulled the belt from his own pants.
    Mathias could only watch in horror. As fast as the strike from a black mamba, Timmy brought the belt down across Mathias’ chest.
    “Screw you!” Mathias screamed.
    “Screw me?” Timmy laughed. “We’ll see how much you wanna screw me.” He reached behind him and brought out his father’s blow torch.
    “Rick, have you ever smelled burning flesh before?” Timmy asked.
    Rick shook his head.
    Timmy lit the torch. Mathias screamed.
    “Shut the fuck up, you fucking pussy.” Timmy walked closer. “You scream like a girl, you know that faggot?”
    Mathias held back another scream.
    “You scream like a girl, might as well turn you into one.”
    Mathias could only pray to whatever gods were listening that somehow something would save him. But still, no one came to his rescue. He could only watch in horror as Timmy lowered the blow torch near his privates. Just as he could feel the heat and smell the stench of burnt hair, outside a car door slammed.
    Timmy quickly shut off the blow torch and Rick and Claire quickly untied him. The three “angels” ran up the stairs. Mathias wiped the tears from his eyes and cleaned up the remnants of the mess. One thing was made perfectly clear, if he stayed there, they were going to kill him.
    * * * * *
    “I don’t know how many times I’ve told your father that the brakes on that goddamn car need fixed.”
    Mathias watched silently from the doorway to the basement as his aunt slammed things around in the kitchen. The angels stood near her, ready to do her bidding, whatever it happened to be.
    “Your father needs to understand that I refuse to be put in danger anymore,” she said. “The wheels feel like