They both glared at her.
“You fucking bitch!”one of them seethed as he glared down at her.
She slowly shook her head.“Don’t look at me Jordan, you did this.”
Caleb spat at her, “That’s how they knew we were coming!”
Walter had been putting on his gloves as he laughed.“You mean all those dark sedans rushing up our country road wasn’t enough warning?”
“Right?”Donald tugged his gloves on too.“Morons.”
The King brothers should have shut up but they seemed too stupid to do that.
“She’s a fucking traitor to her own family!”Caleb accused.
“Family?”she snapped.“You two were never my family.You were bullies and abusers.”
They both growled and tried to get loose.
“Get used to the chains,” she spoke again.“Oh and get used to it being a lot colder than it is here.”
They both stopped struggling.
“What is that supposed to mean?”Jordan snapped.
Shrugging, she shook her head.“You’ll see.There will be ice and then more ice.”
Walter turned to look at Celina.“I counted 3 bruises on your face.”
“There’s also two on her neck,” Donald added.
Celina turned in her chair and tugged her t-shirt up.
Gazing down at her bare back to see all the black and blue there...Walter growled.“You motherfuckers!”He then turned and approached the men.
“Hey man, we are defenseless here!”Caleb tried to reason with Walter.
“So was she when you beat her up, but did you care?”Walter shouted as he took the first punch.
Donald stepped up to Jordan and raised his glove covered fists.“No!You did not care.”
For the next few minutes, the only sound was leather gloves hitting flesh.Groans and grunts, then sobbing from the two men as the beatings went on.
“Stop!”Jordan shouted.“Please?“
“Yes, please stop!”Caleb added as he begged.“No more!”
“Did Celina beg the same?”Walter roared.“How many times did you beat on her?”He punched him again.
Donald simply danced around and gave his guy shirt popping jabs.“And I saw that her lips were busted.”Bam.His glove hit Caleb's mouth.“There ya go!Now you match!”
“You two are as low as it gets in the gene pool,” Walter groused as he paused with his boxing gloves raised high.“Woman beaters are the lowest of the low and to beat on your own sister?Losers, man.”
“A man who hits a woman, is not a man, he’s a dickless wonder,” Donald quipped.
Finally, Walter and Donald stepped back.
The King brothers were crying and whimpering.Lips bleeding, lungs gasping, cuts on their faces and chests.Sweat rolled off of them like they had run for miles.
