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The three assailants laid in a crumpled, bleeding mess on the bathroom floor - groaning and moaning about the pain they were in. They likely wouldn't be getting up for a while either, especially the leader of the pack who was cradling his busted balls.

Carter still hadn't moved from the toilet, his hands still wrapped protectively around the children nestled inside of his body. Carter let out a pained sob when the last person that Hector was beating on screamed out in pain. He just wanted to go home now, he didn't even care about his soiled pants - he just wanted Hector to wrap his arms around him and carrying him out of here.

He tried standing up, but his legs were shaking so terribly he didn't think he could actually do it without falling over again. So he remained on the toilet seat, rocking back and forth on the toilet seat slowly.