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Isaac was crying again, he'd been crying for days. The band members had all blocked him online, and even in class he was getting the occasional odd look. It was spreading, the rumour, like fire. Burning it's way into people's minds that Isaac Marks was a homophobic monster. He had never thought of himself as homophobic, he wasn't afraid of gays, he just didn't agree with them. It was close to dinner time, and luckily his dorm mate had a class on in the evening. He wrapped himself into a tiny ball on his bed, swaddled in blankets and sobbed. He hated Riley, for making him look like an idiot like that, for telling them what happened. He almost wished they had gone to the police, they would have never been able to prove anything and Isaac could have claimed that as his innocence. Even the cops agreed it wasn't me!

But no. He had to be punished like this, and now everyone hated him. Trying to blink and stem back the tears, he pulled out his phone, opening the messenger app and selecting Riley's name. He thought about sending an angry tirade.

Fuck you faggot. You try to ruin my life because of what? You came to somewhere you shouldn't have and got punished. That's what happened, suck it up like a real man and get the fuck over yourself!

That's what he wanted to send. But he knew it was just likely to hurt him more. He closed Riley's name, and opened his brothers.

Hey. This message he did send. It didn't take long for Jason to send back something.

Hey? How u doing? It read.

Okay. Sent back Isaac, before reconsidering. Well, not okay. Shitty.

What's wrong? Those guys bothering u again? His brother responded, and Isaac could almost feel the anger behind the text.

Kinda. They told some other furs what happened, and now everyone hates me. He replied.

Fucking hell. Texted Jason.

Yeah, the fox went crazy, attacked me in front of everyone. Isaac added.

Fuck him. It was their OWN FAULT! They deserved what they got!

I know I know...its fucked that this is even allowed.

So fucked. There was moment of nothing as Isaac tried to think of something to reply with, before Jason added; U got to do something. Can't be allowed.

You think? Replied Isaac.

Definitely. Fuck them up. This is not okay. Let them know that if they stop you'll leave 'em alone. I'd help but I'm miles away with Mum.

Do you think that would work? The lion sent back, still unsure.

For sure. Fuck those guys.

Okay. Thanks Jase.

No worries, good luck. Remember that they're scared of you, even if they don't let it show.

Reverend G. Marks woke up to a banging noise. Rain was crashing down outside, deafening against his window. Rolling his shoulders, the large lion climbed out of bed, standing and stretching. He was wearing no shirt, but he did have pyjama pants on. The digital clock beside his bed read 2:30am. Ever since he got over fifty years old, he'd been waking up in the night to piss, or something similar. At least tonight he wasn't concerned about waking anyone up. His wife and eldest son Jason, who was staying at home for a while, were away on a trip. They were giving a talk on how conversion therapy worked, and how the idea and concept of being 'born gay' was a fallacy that millions bought into. The Reverend had seen them give it before and he thought it was magnificent.

Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to attend this latest one, due to some work he needed to do here at home, but he didn't mind. Some time to himself had been nice, he worked on his book (Killing Us Slowly: How Homosexuality is Ruining Your Life) and modified some talks. Another episode of his show was shot and now he had a few days off to enjoy the peace. After he pissed, he decided to wander out of his bedroom and down the stairs. He'd heard some bang, the sound that had initially woken him, but it was probably just a tree branch outside crashing about in the wind. Since nobody was here, and he no appointments the next day, getting up early wasn't a concern. The little boy part of his mind was excited at the idea of breaking the rules, even though he was an adult and could do this anytime he liked. He switched on the kitchen light, pulling out the ingredients for a toasted sandwich.

With the rain echoing outside, creating a light base of background noise, he hummed as he put together the sandwich. It didn't take long to cook, and once it was done the Rev placed it on a plate and poured himself a glass of milk. He walked to go sit in his lounge room, but as he passed the hallway something caught his eye. Or rather, didn't catch his eye. Without a doubt, many would consider the Reverend a rich man, he wasn't extremely wealthy but he was more than comfortable. His home was in a nice neighbourhood, and very expensive. It had many costly items inside it, and it often housed either himself or his family. As such, he'd paid a great deal to have a top-of-the-line security system installed. When he normally stepped through from the kitchen to the lounge room, passing through the hallway during the night, a small green light could be seen at the end. This indicated that the alarm was working and the lock was activated.

He had always subconsciously noticed this little light; it gave him a sense of security. But right now there was no light. There was nothing down the end of the hallway, just darkness. Feeling slightly paranoid, he tried to reassure himself that the storm had probably just knocked out the power. Then he looked into the kitchen, remembering that the light was still on. Definitely power in the house. Now with his head on swivel, he moved slowly and cautiously to the lounge room, placing his food and drink down on a small table. From the corner he retried a baseball bat that he kept for just such emergencies. Hefting it in his paws, he began to prowl. He crept into the hallway, feeling his feet on the hardwood floor. Bat raised he began to make his way towards the door, it seemed like a good a place as any to start looking. Just as he was getting close, he heard a familiar sound. It was a sound he used to hear often, when his children were trying to sneak around in the night out of bed.

It was the creak of a foot on the wooden floor, right behind him. He twisted instantly, spinning and swinging the bat at head height. The figure, which was completely covered in black, ducked, causing the bat to slam into his wall, leaving a hole in the plaster. The crouched figure then pushed what looked like a remote control into his stomach. The Rev felt the cold sensation of metal, right before the Taser was activated. Roughly one thousand, two hundred volts shot through his body, and he felt his muscles lock up. Everything hurt and he jumped backwards, falling over and shaking uncontrollably.

His body would not obey him and he thrashed about wildly. In horror he watched as the figure picked up his dropped baseball bat, and hefting it in two paws slammed the long end right into his face.

The Reverend woke up groggily. Trying to blink himself awake, he could instantly feel the pain in his face. There was dried blood under his nose and on his mouth and lips. He couldn't move properly. He realised with a start he was naked now, lying on the floor stomach-down. His paws were behind his back and cable tied tightly together. They tingled from the lack of blood flow. He tried to move, but couldn't, everything ached and hurt. He had a massive headache exploding in his brain, pounding behind his eyes.

"Uuuuugh...." He moaned, unable to say much more. The figure, who was still clad completely head to toe in tight black clothing, strolled into the room.

"You're awake." It said to him. He moved his eyes up, looking at the balaclava-concealed head. "How do you feel?"

"Reegh, fugh." Replied the Rev, like a drunkard.

"There's not really a point to the mask, I mean you can probably guess who I am, I just enjoy the theatricality." Riley reached up and peeled it away, which elicited a gasp of shock from the Rev. "Well, maybe you didn't. I probably give too much credit." Said the fox.

"You....ugh, you fucker." Grunted the naked lion. Riley stood up again, taking a step back.

"I don't think you're really in a position to threaten me. You look very vulnerable."

"You gonna, ugh." Said the Rev, spitting some blood out. "You gonna fuck me fag boy? Huh? That it?" Riley smiled down at him.

"Well, you catch on quick. I mean, how can you be sure you don't like it if you don't try?" Said Riley. He walked around to the side of his captive, using a foot to push his side, rolling the lion onto his back.

"Maybe I could service that tiny dick eh? Make you consider joining our team?" He added.

"Do your fucking worst." Growled the Rev, spitting up the fox. "Nothing you can do will ever make me like you are." Riley clucked his tongue, hefting one leg over the prisoner and squatting onto his chest. Now straddling the nude lions torso, Riley stared into his eyes.

"You are really not my fucking type, you shithead. I'm not here to have sex with you. Jesus Christ though, you really are such a typical trope." He said, before climbing back up to his feet. "Idiot."

"Then why the fuck am I naked?" Shouted the lion, writhing in his bonds. Riley shrugged.

"Number one I wanted to make sure you couldn't hide anything. Number two I thought you should see what it feels like to be vulnerable. To be afraid." The fox walked over to a bookshelf, casually taking the books down and flicking through.

"What are you doing? Those're mine! Put them back!" Screamed the lion, still awkwardly on his back. Riley dropped the one he was holding, walked over and put a foot firmly onto the Rev's chest.

"If you fucking scream and shout like that much more, I swear to god I'll tase you again." He wiggled the taser in one paw for effect. "You could have killed the love of my life, you sick fuck. Now I don't want to have to ever think about your disgusting face ever again. I know you've got something bad here. I just need to find it."

"Find what faggot? There's nothing here." Riley waved a finger at him.

"That's a very rude word." He began going through the books again. "I want something to hold onto, something to grab your fucking balls by. To make sure you never feel like coming near us, or any others ever again."

"You're insane." Said the Rev.

"Yeah, I probably am." Replied the fox. Satisfied that there was no damning evidence in the books, Riley moved to going through cupboards.

"I still don't know what the hell you hope to find. I don't have anything like that here." The fox shook his head.

"No, you're the kind of fucker who just one day out of the blue decides to nearly kill two gay kids. Yeah, right. I know you've got something." The rev didn't respond, he just tried to shift his weight so he wasn't lying on his hands. "If I can't find anything, I'm gonna need to start cutting bits off you until you tell me where they are." Riley added, not entirely sure even himself how serious he was.

The Revered just sighed, shaking his head. He groaned in pain, still wiggling so he wasn't too sore.

"My wife will be home soon, she's been out with some friends and due back any minute now." Riley gave him a look that said do you really expect me to fall for that?

"C'mon Rev, we both know that's a lie. She's up north with your lovely eldest, you know, the one you thought was gay?" Said Riley. "Seriously, you can do better."

"Fuck you. I'm gonna fucking kill you." Snarled the lion in response. Riley just made a non-committal noise. Then he began systematically lifting paintings off around the room.

"I know you have something here. You sick fucks always do."

"Fuck you!" Yelled back the Revered.

"What did I say about yelling?" Riley began to say, before trailing off. The painting he'd just lifted down had revealed a large steel safe. "So what's this?" He asked, watching as the reverend angle his head to look.

"That's my wife's safe, we keep all her valuable jewellery in there." Said the Rev. Riley smirked.

"I don't think so." He walked over the rev, squatting down on his haunches in front of the lions face. "What's the code to unlock it?" He asked.

"You gonna rob me too? There's nothing in there."

"I don't care. Tell me what the access code is."

"No. There's fucking nothing in there, some cash, a necklace and my watch. We wear them to special occasions."

"I give zero shits, lion-oh. It's comin' open. So tell me."

"Go fuck yourself." The prisoner said.

"Gosh you're rude. Thought you were a Christian?" Replied Riley, with his right paw, he grabbed the Reverend's jaw, squeezing it and forcing him to look into his eyes. "I am done playing around now, tell me the code."

"Fuck you faggot." Spat the lion. Losing his patience, Riley stood up.

"Fine, have it your way." He left the room, leaving the Rev to try and angle himself so he could see where the fox had gone. After a minute he heard kitchen drawers being opened and shut. Banged and slammed. He heard utensils being shuffled around, before the fox returned holding a small, but sharp stainless steel knife in one paw.

"What the fuck are you gonna do with that?" Asked the Rev, starting to feel afraid.

"Whatever I want." Said Riley defiantly. "You gonna tell me? Last chance."

"Go to hell." Said the Rev, letting his head loll back. Riley shrugged, kneeling down at his waist. Feeling pleased he wore gloves, Riley tightly grabbed a hold of the Reverend's sheath. The Rev inhaled quickly, looking down. "What the fuck are you doing?" He hissed.

"Anything I want." Said Riley, pressing the knife edge against the delicate flesh. "Why don't you give me the code?" He said.

"Fuck you! You wouldn't dare!"

"I fucking would. Don't make me cut your dick off, it's gross enough just touching it." Said Riley, pressing the sharp point harder into the lionhood. "It's gonna draw blood soon." He added. The Rev was panting heavily, terrified. He didn't think the young fox would go this far. He began to squirm as he felt the knife being pushed hard enough to hurt. It was going to make him bleed soon. Riley wished the lion would hurry up and give in, he really didn't want to do this...but by this point he wasn't sure how to back out empty-handed. If he were to leave now, the Reverend and his goons would almost certainly kill them both.

"Okay!" He shouted. Panting heavily, panicked and sweating. "Okay, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" Riley looked over at him, keeping the knife in its current position.

"So?" He asked.

"Six-three-two-one-nine!" Said the Rev, and Riley finally pulled the knife away, allowing the lion to breathe a sigh of relief. Silently, the invader climbed to his feet, walking over to the safe and punching in the code. It beeped twice, then clicked open. Sliding the door, Riley found a small wad of cash, a gold watch and a gold necklace. At the back of the space was a small, leather bound photo book. Feeling victorious Riley pulled it out, looking at it. He carried it over and sat down in a chair, making sure he was somewhere the Rev could see him.

"Here we go, I bet this is a winner." He said dryly.

"Don't." Said the Reverend.

"That's what we said to your son, and his four brutes that beat the shit out of us. Don't. Please. Stop." Said Riley mockingly, opening the book. He inhaled, feeling shocked. The first page had a title: SUCCESS STORIES. Flicking through, each page had a photograph taped in along with a short pen story of what happened. The pictures were all of different young furs, each roughly between the age of ten and twenty. Every single photo was horrific. Their faces were caked in blood, they had black eyes and the fur on their head was matted and foul. Riley saw a cheetah whose eye was swollen completely shut. In every photo, they were smiling, and giving a thumbs up. He looked at the cheetah's little description, written in blue ink.

Name: Derek / Age: Sixteen / Male

When Derek first came to us, it was because his parents luckily found him in his bedroom, sinning with another male. There was a lot of sadness and they came to us for help. When Derek first came to camp he was outspoken, rude and obnoxious. He was proud of his sin. It required a lot of work. We had to hold him underwater, put him in boiling hot and freezing showers and as can be seen, we used socks stuffed with soap in them to teach him. He was resistant at first, but after four weeks he eventually started to come around. We kept up the hard work to make sure, but I believe Derek is truly on the path to salvation. After a showing of a gay pornographic film, his sexual organ showed no sight of excitement, and even he himself claimed disgust. He has a bright future ahead of him.

Riley's jaw hung open, as he flicked through. Every page was something similar, they choked, electrocuted, beat and otherwise tortured these poor teenagers until they started believing they were straight. There were pictures of the Rev too, holding kids down in beds, forcing their faces into the pillow so they couldn't breathe. There were pictures of thirteen year olds outside, in what was clearly the freezing cold, stripped naked and forced down into the mud. The reverend was standing over them, looking like he was shouting commands at them. Riley stared at the lion, who just stared back.

"You sick fuck." He said. "You torture kids like this?"

"It's not torture." Replied the lion indignantly. Riley stood up in rage, sending a kick into the Reverends side.

"Bullshit! You HURT these KIDS until they don't know which fucking way is up! What the hell is wrong with you?" He shouted. The lion coughed and wheezed, groaning from the pain. Riley dropped to a knee, picked the knife back up and held it straight to the Rev's throat.

"What are you gonna do?" Said the lion, suddenly worried at the blind fury in the young foxes eyes.

"I should fucking kill you." He said.

"Please don't." Said the Rev, tears welling up in his eyes. Riley put a paw on his neck, holding the knife against the flesh.

"I should! You hurt all those kids, kids! And you nearly killed me and Lars! You're a _fucking_monster." He said, tears in his eyes too. After a moment his paw began to shake and he stood up, throwing the knife across the room. He took a moment to just breathe, pace in a circle and rub the water from his eyes. He sighed. "I'm just...ugh." He didn't know what to say.

"What are you going to do now?" Asked the lion quietly.

"I DON'T KNOW!" Screamed Riley in desperation. He rubbed a paw over his mouth anxiously. "Fuck!" He shouted.

"Just go. Please, just leave me alone." Begged the lion. The fox stared at him, wishing desperately for the strength the just stab him in the throat. He wanted the animal dead. He began pacing, fiddling with the knife in his hands. Eventually he picked up the book, waving it in front of the captive's face.

"I have this now. Remember that. I'm gonna make copies too motherfucker. You know this could end you."

"Please..." The Rev begged.

"Shut up." Snapped Riley. "Listen. Here's what's going to happen. I'm gonna give copies of this to a few people, and store it online somewhere. It won't be public anywhere, but if anything happens to Lars or me, it will be. Got it? You come near us, or one of your fucking kids or your fucking followers comes near us and out it goes. Understood?" The lion nodded hastily.

"Yes, I understand. I get it. I'll leave you both alone...I...I promise." He replied pathetically.

"Also. I'm gonna find out how you're connected to these camps. I'm gonna find the people you trust to work at them, just watch me, I can and I will."

"Why?"

"To make sure. That's the second part of this deal. You're going to make sure every single one of your conversion camps gets shut down. No more torturing innocent children."

"But...I can't, I mean they're all..."

"No." Riley said, cutting him off. "These terms are non-negotiable. You will close them. And you'll stay the hell away from me. Got it?"

"I do. I understand." The lion said dejectedly. Riley walked over and used his foot to roll the reverend back onto his stomach. He pulled out the taser and held it to his back.

"Don't move." He used the knife to cut the cable ties around his paws. Then he squeezed the button on the taser, shocking the lion again. The Reverend regressed into spasms and convulsions. His limbs were moving every which way and his mouth drooling. When he was finally unconscious again, Riley put his facemask back on, picked up the book and left. The Reverend would probably regain control of his body in about twenty minutes or so. He slipped out the back door into the night, lifting himself over the Marks family fence and into the street.

Walking along and trying not too look suspicious; he went around the corner to where his car was parked. He climbed in, removed his balaclava. Before starting the car he picked up an empty paper bag that was lying on the ground, the logos on the side claiming it was left over from McDonalds one day. Holding it up, the fox suddenly vomited into the bag, coughing and spluttering as his stomach turned over. His throat burning, he spat the last of the taste into the rubbish bag, dropping it onto his floor. He wiped the spit off his mouth and started the car, trying not to cry.

He drove home silently. There was no sign he'd ever been to the house, and nobody saw either him or his car.

It was still raining the whole way, and eventually Riley put on some music. The drive back home was an hour and a half, give or take, meaning he'd be back close to five am. He sighed, feeling his body starting to fail in exhaustion. He was ready to just cuddle up to Lars and go to sleep. There was no traffic, a lone car every now and then passed by, but the drive back was easy.

He didn't notice anything strange when he pulled his car up to the house. Climbing out, he struggled to quell the nausea that was in his stomach, left over from the adrenalin. He walked up to the door, and then froze in shock.

It was swung wide open. All the lights were on and the floor at the doorway was wet from the rain. Riley ran inside, looking around.

"Lars?!" He shouted, hoping to hear something. He knew his Dad wasn't here, he had a job for at least the next two days, but Lars was supposed to be. He ran upstairs, checking each of the rooms, nothing. "LARS!"

There was no sign of a struggle, nothing to indicate anything bad had happened at all.

Except Lars was gone.