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Chapter 30: The Storage Closet

July 12th, 1777
Abraham entered the kitchen pantry, trying to get the chamomile tea for breakfast. Thankfully, he had an early start in the morning, so no one else would touch the fresh stash. He hung his lantern on the chain, sighing.

He scoffed seeing his older brother had put it on the top shelf, out of his reach since he was 5'5". His brother was 5 inches taller than him due to a genetic mutation. Then he heard Warren teleport in there. Great he's going to take the tea bag I want Abraham thought, overthinking why Warren had come in.

"What are you doing Abe?" Warren asked as Abraham got on the stool to reach it, Abraham heard Warren had closed the door, locking it. Abraham could feel Warren staring at him, then he heard Warren mutter something along the lines of "I'm really jealous why Cyrus loves touching you every night". That confused Abraham

"I'm just getting the fresh stash of tea before the cooks come" Abraham muttered, trying to quickly get his tea bag and leave. But, just as he was about to grab it, Warren quickly grabbed him by his waist with his left arm and smothered him with a cloth that had a strong alcoholic smell with his right arm. Warren was in his enchanted shape; a purple snow leopard with turquoise eyes.

Abraham screamed and writhed, inhaling whatever was on the rag, succumbing to the medicine.

When Abraham woke up, he felt something warm and squishy inside of him, and it was moving. His lower back and thighs were covered in a wet substance, it had a copper smell. I'm bleeding Abraham thought as he also noticed he was wet with sweat, his feet were also covered in a slimy substance. He started to panic and realized that he was bound and gagged. When he managed to fully gain his sense and turned his head, he saw it was Warren raping him. His nightgown was moved up to his waist to get to his anus.

Abraham screamed as loud as he could, but Warren slammed his head back down, busting his lip against the cobblestone flooring and chipping a tooth. Abraham coughed up blood, whimpering in pain as Warren moved faster, breaking both femur bones from his weight. He sobbed, unable to even scream.

He heard the door open and someone snapped "Hey brother, hurry up, the day chefs are coming"
Warren's sister was one of the family's trusted workers.  "Yeah, I know" He heard Warren grunt out as he got spanked by him.

Abraham pleaded for Warren to let him go, feeling Warren's heavyweight crushing him as he leaned down to lick his face, then tried to kiss him, which he resisted.

"Since you're being a bad boy, you're getting a punishment" Warren snarled, releasing his semen, he beat Abraham up, breaking several bones and left deep gashes. He healed all of Abraham's wounds by crudely stitching them together. While Abraham was passed out, he hid Abraham in a deep corner of the pantry, moving some boxes to hide Abraham.

Warren saw his sister had left, so he turned to his human form and got dressed in the clothing he left out. He cleaned up the blood and cum mess, grabbing a jar of peaches as a cook named Jacques came in. Jacques greeted him as he greeted him back. Warren left, smiling, knowing no one would ever find Abraham.

When it was dinner time, Jacques came into the pantry to get potatoes to cook with the dinner. When he moved the box full of bottled sugar, noticing a strong urine smell, he saw Abraham, bloodied with crude stitching, beaten, and unconscious. Abraham was still wearing his night clothes that were torn. He gasped, crawling backwards, feeling Warren grab him, "Clean him up and tell no one of this" Warren threatened, holding a knife close to his throat. Jacques nodded, feeling Warrens hand rub his crotch. Jacques pleaded for mercy as he nodded again, softly crying, cleaning Abraham up like Warren instructed, and dressed Abraham in a simple long sleeve with a beige embroidered vest, beige breeches, stockings, and beige fabric shoes. "Is this okay Warren?" Jacques asked, having to hug Abraham and cover his mouth so Abraham didn't shriek when he awoke. "Yes that's good, now go cook dinner. If you speak of this Jacques, you'll end up like Abe, do you understand?" Warren sternly said, pointing a knife at them, both of them nodded, shaking in fear, Abraham was crying again.