Amanda (miss_mandy) wrote in hold_my_pocket,
Amanda
miss_mandy
hold_my_pocket

Title: Family Dinner
Character: T-Bag
Prompt: 59. Food
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Underage squickiness
Summary: T-Bag just wants to have a nice family dinner with the Hollanders.
Author's Notes: Takes place after 2x14 John Doe.



Nothing like a home cooked meal.

T-Bag smiled as he set the table, placing plates in front of each one of his unwilling dinner guests. Susan glared as she squirmed in her seat, trying to loosen the bonds that held her.

T-Bag searched through the drawers in the kitchen for a moment before finally locating the cutlery and then proceeded to carefully, almost fussily, lay out the silverware, like a waiter in some expensive restaurant.

He took out a handful of cloth napkins from one of the cupboards and delicately placed them on Susan, Gracie and Zach’s laps.

“I made something special just for you all,” he said.

Susan made no reply and the children only looked sadly down at the table, too frightened to even move.

T-Bag beamed as he set down a large pot on the table.

“Just a little Southern home cooking,” he said as he began to ladle out big heaping spoonfuls of gumbo onto each Hollander’s plate.

He sat back in his chair, satisfied, as he began to serve himself.

“Um…how are we supposed to eat?” Zach asked quietly, pointing out the fact that they were all tied to their chairs and thus incapable of moving, let alone holding a fork.

Susan shot him a look and he quickly hung his head, muttering “never mind”. T-Bag just chuckled.

“No, you’re absolutely right, Zachary,” he said, as he got up, “But not to worry, ol’ Teddy will take care of that.”

He pulled his chair over to Susan, dipping his spoon into the gumbo, before holding it up to her mouth, preparing to feed her like an infant. Susan turned away in disgust. This was just beyond sick.

T-Bag gently cupped her face as he turned her to look at him.

“Come on Susie, not even one taste? I spend the whole day slavin’ over a hot stove and you won’t even try one spoonful of my delicious meal?”

Hesitantly, Susan opened her mouth and gulped down the spoonful of gumbo. She grimaced, coughing slightly at the horrid aftertaste as T-Bag laughed.

“Never was much of a cook,” he said, “How about we just call up the fine people at Dominoes instead?”

He got up to get the phone, his finger trailing down the little list of takeout places Susan had pasted to the side of the fridge.

“Please,” Susan said breathlessly, “Just let them go. Keep me, do what you want with me, but please, just let them go.”

T-Bag set the phone down as he turned around.

“Now, now Susan my dear, I would never think of neglecting these poor children here,” he said and he placed a hand on Gracie’s shoulder, causing the girl to flinch from his touch, “I’m a family man after all.”

His fingers began to creep underneath the strap of Gracie’s tank top, playing with the fabric.

“Gotta make sure that the kids are getting all the attention they need from Uncle Teddy…”

He began to stroke the young girl’s skin and that’s when Susan just couldn’t take it any more. She lunged forward, breaking the chair in her efforts to hurt the sick pedophile who was caressing her daughter. She fell to the ground, writhing around as she tried to disentangle herself from the bits of broken furniture and rope.

But T-Bag was on her in an instant and before she could even get up off the floor, he had the trusty gun pointed in her face.

“Now look what you’ve done,” he said, his voice deadly calm, “I gotta go and get a new chair. I tell you Susie, you are really on my last nerve.”

“You touch them and I’ll kill you,” Susan growled and T-Bag smirked.

“Empty threats, darlin’. I’m the one with the gun remember? I’m the one in charge.” He grabbed her by the arm, forcefully pulling her up from the ground. “Now I think it’s time that you learned that.”

Then he hauled her into the bathroom, much to the protesting cries of her children.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said sincerely as he tossed her onto the ground.

Susan stared up at him in horror as he shut the door behind him,.

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t.”

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