After a long walk home Karma used his set of keys to open the door. His mother was already in bed, his father was awaiting him in a chair.

"Karma."
"Father."
"Go to you're room, you're not getting dinner."
"But-"
"*ah* No dinner, go."
"Yes, father."
"And Karma, there's an outfit on you're bed, put it on, I'll be up there in a few minutes."
"Yes father."

When Karma got to his room and saw the out fit his father wished for him to wear. Chains covered the whole thing, and a corset that he already knew was going to be to tight, and leave more scars then he already had. His put the outfit on and his father joined the room. And pushed his son onto the bed.

"Do you know what you did wrong?"
"No."
"You took money from you're mother."
"No I didn't, she give me some money for dinner."
"You still took it. What did I say about taking money from you're mother?"
"Not to."
"And what did you do?"
"I took it."
"And now you will be punished for what you did."
"Yes father."

As Karma laid in bed taking his fathers punishment, he cried, and scream, and moaned. But he never struggled. After about an hour of being raped by his father it ended when there front doorbell was rung. He removed himself from his son and got dress locking the door behind him as he left Karma's rooms. He opened the door and asked who it was.

"This is child protective serves, we received a call saying you've been abusing Karma Akabane, may we speak to you and then you're son separately."
Karma over heard them talking and knew he had to leave, he didn't have time to change he had to get out of there, or his father would be pissed. Even with being on the second floor he left out the window. 
"May I ask who called you?"
"No, sorry, but that is classified."
"Right of course, I'll go get him."
"That's no need, just point us to his room."
"Right umm...right that way."
"Thank you." When the social worker's made the way to the room, they discovered his room door was lock. "You keep you're son's door lock?"
"He must have lock it by accident again, here's a key."
"Thank you sir."

When the social worker made their way into Karma's room he wasn't in there, but his window was opened. Close on the floor and bag from Victoria Secrets, in the bag was a choker and handcuffs.

"Mister. Akabane, you're son is not in here."
"That crazy kid most have run away."
"Do you now where he might have gone?"
"Not a clue, but I will look for him, when I find him we can finish this conversation."
"Right then."

Karma's father got in his car and drove around "Looking" for Karma. He had always told him that if something like this happened he was to run as far away as he could tell the he came and got him. Karma ran as fast as he could, still wearing the outfit his father put him in, but he couldn't go that fast from his land on the ground from his window he twisted his ankle. Karma ran down an ally way that lead him back to the main road and running into Yuma, causing them both to fall.

"Oh hey Karma you o- Karma?! What are you wearing?!"
He looked down at the red hair boy, he was crying and trying to get up fast to continue running when Yuma gabbed his arm, causing Karma pain.
"Let me go! Please Yuma!"
"Karma there only trying to help you."
"Wait, you did this?! You promise me you wouldn't tell anyone and you call child protective serves! What the hell is wrong with you!? I trusted you Yuma!"
"You needed help, what did you except me to do!?"
"Not this!"
"Karma you needed help so that's what I did, I got you help, I didn't tell any of the people you asked me not to tell."
"I asked you not to tell anyone!!"
"Karma you're clearly not in any good state, you're dressed like a stripper, you're wrist looks fractured, you're limping, and crying."
"Yuma, please let me go, I'll be fine, just please...I'm begging you, Yuma please."

Yuma didn't want to let go, but the look in Karma's eye's was to much, he let go and watched as his friend ran off into the back of and ally-way, Yuma left and went home. Karma sat in the ally-way waiting for his father to pick him up, but what if he doesn't? What if he never comes? Karma's mind ran wild, fear hit him and he could hardly keep control over his own breathing. About three hours later his father arrived to take him back to his own personal hell.
 

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