Run away crying

"Uuuuughhhhh! Gahhhh!" You exclaim, standing up. You rush for the door.

"That's right! Run, lad! And don't forget who's this kingdom's REAL daddy! It's me, Sir Donald Trowers." Trowers calls after you. JD Vince's hideous mocking laughter seems to follow you long after you get out of the room and down the corridor into your bedchamber.

You want to vomit, you rub your eyes, just trying to get the stink of them, their pre-cum away from you. And Kathleen, what they did to poor Kathleen. You knew it would never end well for a poor woman like her, but she deserved better than her fate of being baked into a pie.

Part of you wants to **** yourselves on these two wicked men, to devote your entire being to seeing them brought to task. But you shove all thought of that down. Many were the punishments the Terrible Two administered to your father, worse even than what you had just recieved, and he had made little move to oppose them.

No, you take a deep breath, reminded of the cold hard fact that they are too strong, too powerful, command too much influence.

But still, you think, *something* has to be done...