The Ritual of Shame Part 2

Chapter 105-1

The Ritual of Shame

Part 2

Nobody wanted to deal with it, but it needed to be done or we wouldn’t be here. Mr. Gill had us all follow them outside. Right away as I looked out the glass doors where the dining room was, I noticed in the far corner Shawn and Arthur strapped down to a square box naked and painted white I knew the white was a salt paste according to Dillon. Their hands tied to the sides as they sat in a sitting position. As we drew closer the smell of raw waste and body odor was very strong. As I put my hand over my mouth to breath, but only got worst as we got closer. My sisters stayed inside the house with Mrs. Gill. Personally, I couldn’t blame them.

The next thing I noticed was an IV drip attached to each of them, which stated they had been out here in the heat for four days and was keeping them well hydrated. Shawn growled at us telling us we had no right to treat them like this when they hadn’t done anything wrong. 

Mom went up and slapped him, he spits in her face. Dad asked how long they been tied up. Hearing four days as requested. Dad nodded and said to Shawn and Arthur. “I warned you this would happen, but you didn’t believe me and did it anyway. I have all the proof I need and will present my case and we will judge you on your crimes.” Shawn spit at Dads feet Dad just stood there, finally said. “Release them and hose them down. Your trial begins in one hour.”

Mr. Gill and John cut their restraints and removed the IV’s and retied their hands behind them. We all stepped back because of the smell. Dad walked behind them to a wooden post. I knew it was new because I could see the fresh dirt where the grass hadn’t grown around it. Right next to it was two dug graves with freshly piled dirt on each side with a shovel sticking out. I knew my worst nightmare was coming true and prayed Dad wouldn’t go too far.

Dad took the hose that was hooked to a power washer. The same kind I had seen him uses on Kelly and Danny, the same kind I had used on the driveway and the garage floor. I knew it hurt, but hearing them scream made me want to hide, but I knew better as Mom put her arms around me and my brothers. I knew this was necessary, but I didn't feel sorry for them. 

When they were cleaned up they were taken inside the house and placed on chairs in the middle of the living room. Dad sat them down hard letting them drip wet onto plastic underneath them. Mr. Gill cut their restraints letting them know if they move off the chair they will be tied down, asking if they both understand. I could see the hatred in their eyes as they looked us and even more when they looked at me.

Unlike us they tried to cover up their nakedness because they each had been aroused seeing us naked, well the only ones that were at the moment were John, Mr. Gill, and my baby brother, Dads robe was just opened. None of said anything as Dad had us all take our seats. Stating we will begin so we could move on to more import things when he said that he looked at me. Dad said. “You are here because you are guilty of sex crimes; you have raped your brothers and your friends and here we can make you disappear and no one will ask questions.”

Shawn yelled. “You are a liar, we were the ones raped, we are the victims. We didn’t do anything wrong.”

Dad let him rant all he wanted and played the tape once more. When it finished Shawn smiled and said. “You got to be kidding we are here for that. That was consensual. But if you want to talk about rape, you had me and Arthur raped by prison inmates and guards over and over again.”

Dad grabbed him by his chin and looked him in the eyes. “You enjoyed it, I know you did; because I have videotapes showing you and Arthur returning the favor, moaning as if was the best sex you ever had. Would like to see them?” Dad pulled out a box of tapes labeled and dated. He had my brothers be taken out of the room and sent them outside to swim in the pool. I wanted to go with them, but Dad wanted me to stay right where I was. Jody quickly took them by the hand and led them out of the room.

Dad played the tape as I watched Arthur and Shawn get instantly hard and started to stimulate themselves as they watched the video. Dad ordered their hands tied up behind them. There wasn’t a question in my mind that they were gay. I wanted to put more on than just my robe just so they couldn’t look at me. Dad turned it off proving his point. Shawn laughed as if it was the funniest thing he ever watched while the rest of us wanted to vomit.

Dad put in another tape showing them forcing Jared and Jason; Dad asked them does that look consensual? Bring Shawn closer to the TV as he dragged him by the hair. Shawn laughed said. “They told us to do it, in fact, they begged us to do it. They are crying because they are telling us the best thing they had ever felt.” Dad turned off and dragged him to his chair. Arthur wasn’t smiling as he looked around the room. He growled at me telling me it’s all my fault. Dad yelled for him to shut up and slapped him across the face.

Shawn laughed. “It is your fault, if perfect little miss sunshine hadn’t come to live with us we wouldn’t be here.”

Dad slapped him hard so hard he spits blood all over Arthur. Dad yelled. “Do you realize that I could have you killed for what you have done, but now you think because we moved away from that you and Arthur are untouchable? Those graves out there are meant for you, so you better take this seriously, I am only giving you one chance and one chance only.”

Dad kicked opened the black box and dumped the robes and wigs at their feet. Arthur's eyes grew big as saucers; even as stupid as he is he knew what those robes are. Shawn said. “You wouldn’t dare? After all, we are the victims, we raped nobody.”

Dad pulled out a cassette tape and put it in a tape recorder, I knew what was on that tape. It was me, and my brothers telling Dad everything they had done. Dad smiled watching their faces, as it sunk in that not only was it not consensual they raped them, over and over listening to them how they begged them to stop, but they laughed at them. Everything we told Mom and Dad was on that tape.

Dad turned it off asking if they wanted to hear more and call us liars. No one said anything Dad asked for a vote regarding if they feel they are guilty of the crimes. Everyone raised their hand except Shawn and Arthur. Dad pronounced them guilty to all crimes that from this moment on they will be shamed, they will be removed as our family; they will have no rights to the Rothwell name. For six years they will suffer this shame they will be marked to show their shame. And if they are found doing it again they will be beaten and killed and their bodies never found.

Dad picked up the hair clippers and ordered them strapped to the chair. Shawn wasn’t smiling now as Dad took the clippers like a barber and shaved off all their hair leaving nothing but a fine stubble. Dad ordered them to be taken outside and strapped down to the table to be groomed. Handing me a straight razor that I had seen barbers uses as they shave peoples faces. Shawn growled at me not to come near him or he’ll kill me. I smiled as I took a piece of paper and cut it with the razor proving how sharp it was.

Mom and Dad had talked to me about this; all I had to do was shave off all their pubic hair and under their arms. Telling me not to be gentle, also telling me I do not have to stimulate him. Arthur’s face was ghost white looking at the razor in my hands begging me to let Mom do it. Mom looked at him and said. “You’ll get no sympathy from me you filthy pig,” Dad told John and Mr. Gill take them down the hall so they can bathe them one last time.

Mom told them this will be the last bath she and Dad will ever give them. Charging Shawn with Arthur’s care, “if he s***s himself he’ll be the one cleaning it up, He’ll bathe him, he’ll dress him, he’ll feed him if he has too. From this moment on he is the only family you have. You are no longer our son you are no longer their brother, you are a foster kid like Arthur, living with us. There will be no privileges unless you earn them, you will have more chores to pay for your upkeep. You will go to a different school for kids with behavior problems and special needs.

“There will be no love, there will be no sympathy. The only love you will get is from each other.” She kissed them each on the head said. “From this moment on your dead to us, until your six years of shame is over. Even then you will have to prove yourself that you have turned over a new leaf or be killed or take your own life. There will be no one to morn you, there will only be unmarked grave.”

I could see the tears in Mom and Dads eyes as they followed them down the hall to give them one last bath. I knew it would be the hardest thing Mom and Dad would have to do, closing up their hearts to them. Never be able to love them, never being able to hug them in their arms, never to tell them they loved them. I knew the toll and the price they would pay, because of what Dillon told me. 

I still questioned how far Mom and Dad would go, knowing their cruelty, yet I didn’t really feel all that sorry for them. They had raped my brothers and their friends, Shawn allowed his own sister to be raped, and maybe death was too good for them?

My brothers watched as they came outside as they were strapped down to a sturdy metal table like a hospital gurney for crazy people with straps to hold them down, I knew those straps and I knew it could hold a tiger like me from escaping. 

I asked Dad if Jared and Jason could help me considering it was them they abused. Dad grinned stated he liked that idea. Shawn paled as I called them over, placing the razor in Jared's hands. Told him what Dad told me that he didn’t have to stimulate them in a way, but not to be gentle. Jared and Jason smiled. Dad gave me the shaving cream and we didn’t need to stimulate them to a hard state because they were very hard already just by looking at my brothers and Dad naked. I guided Jared’s hand and on purpose nicked him several times.

Dad told him if he moved that we would cut it off and feed it to him. We nicked him again on Shawn’s sack and twice more on his shaft. I let Jason finish letting him nick him some more as we shaved him so clean it would be a while before it grew back. We did the same to Arthur, Dad held him down just enough. When I had finished they were so clean they glistened pink flesh compared to our tan ones. Dad stroked the fire in the pit where a branding iron in shape of a star, the same star Dillon wore in the same spot where it would now be on Shawn and Arthur. We watched as it was getting red hot. I knew what was next, but we were all order to stay and watch.

I held my brothers in my arms tightly as Dad pulled it out and placed black ink where the branding would be for the rest of their lives. Dad's hands shook but he steady them. He told them to strap them down tightly so they couldn’t move. Dad raised the branding iron and placed at the mark where the black ink was just below each of their navels. I knew those spots were tender and closed my eyes as the heat of the iron drew near Shawn. Shawn tried to move, but couldn’t so much as lift off the table.

Mom and Dad had tears in their eyes as Mom nodded him to do it. Shawn screamed before it hit him and screamed even louder nearly deafening as Dad branded him, he passed out due to the pain. The smell of burnt ink and flesh filled the air making us want to vomit. I held my brothers tighter as Dad did the same to Arthur. When he was done Dad tossed the branding iron on the ground as we watched it smolder. Dad opened some smelling salts and placed it under their noses to wake them; they screamed and cried in pain. Begging them for some mercy I knew there wouldn’t be any. I knew there would be no pain killers only ointment for their burns.

Dad told my brothers to go back to the pool and until they called for them. Dad picked up the robes from the box and placed each one on their bodies and Mom put on the girl's wig telling them from now on this will be all they are allowed to wear when they are not in public for the next six years. It was worst seeing them on them then in the box, Unlike ours, they only went to their waist leaving their butts, crotches, and legs exposed as well as the middle of their chest the robes would always remain open where the world could see the marking. For the first time since after their trail, they didn’t have a hard-on as the tears of pain and humiliation ran down their cheeks.

They hated us more now than they ever did, telling me and my brothers we were going to pay for what we had done to them. Dad slapped Shawn across the face said. “Move mule boy, back to your cages.” I knew what was inside their rooms because Dillon told me, the fact that I saw it made it even more real. Seeing a loaded gun sitting on the mat to give him the option of ending his life or live through the shame for the rest of their life. Arthur was the only one that didn’t get that choice as they placed him in a joining room.

I didn’t know if it was because he was retarded or much more a victim pushed and controlled by Shawn and his friends? Shawn grabbed the gun and pointed it at me and pulled the trigger. All I heard was a bang as I closed my eyes waiting to die. Dad laughed when Shawn realized it was filled with blanks as he fired it again at Dad. “What did you think I would give you the chance to kill us, mule boy? I am not that stupid, come on son lets leave this fitly pig to his silence.”