A Collection of Short Horror Stories

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**DISCLAIMER**

Explicit physical abuse, sexual abuse, and grooming is mentioned throughout the chapter. It may be triggering for some. Please proceed with caution.

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TLDR: As I sat tied to the chair, Daddy tied a string from my tooth to the doorknob.

Before he slammed the door, he said. "Tell me where Mummy went, and we can stop doing this."

A bespectacled man in classic office wear walked towards the open window, and the afternoon light illuminated his lean build. His slicked back black hair highlighted his vigorous eyebrows adorned with a set of even darker, piercing eyes. His sharp jawline and naturally downturned lips gave an impression that naturally pushed people away. The harsh glint of his silver metal glasses made his cool features look even colder.

"Timmy, we don't have to do this the hard way." The man's deep voice rumbled, coaxing in a gentle manner that contradicted his cold demeanour.

With a flick of his wrists, he deftly drew the sheer curtains shut, blocking out any prying eyes. The man then turned around and made his way towards the small boy sitting obediently in a child's chair, and kneeled before him.

Timmy's short, ginger-red tendrils drooped loosely around his forehead. His pale skin highlighted the vibrancy of his hair, making it resemble a passionate fire. His big and untainted sky-blue eyes shifted nervously around the room, then landed on his father's kneeling figure. He shifted his bound wrists and ankles in discomfort, causing the rope to rub his skin red.

As sky-blue eyes clashed with black, Timmy felt like he was gradually pulled into the never ending darkness. The familiarity and subtle gentleness within the absolute black slightly eased his discomfort. However, at the same time, his father's question heightened Timmy's confusion and nervousness.

"Timmy is such a good boy, won't you tell me where Mummy went?"

Unsure of how to answer the question, Timmy didn't reply.

In the face of Timmy's silence, the man took out a transparent nylon string from his pants pocket and played with it. Shapes and structures were continuously built then broken down to create a new one. The dancing nylon string sparkled like a fine string of jewels under the light.

Completely mesmerised by his father's performance, Timmy's eyes sparkled as radiant as the dancing string. After it ended, a slight disappointment seeped into his eyes, but his admiration for his father burned brighter.

The blatant admiration of the boy stroked the man's ego. The small quirk at the corners of his lips reflected his delight, and made the man look more evil.

A shiver ran down Timmy's spine, and his heart palpitated. Something felt wrong, but he couldn't understand what or why. Under the intensifying disturbance in his heart, Timmy began to struggle against his restraints again.

The small quirk at the corner of the man's lips disappeared upon seeing the rope dig into Timmy's wrists and ankles. He forcibly pinched Timmy's chin and lifted Timmy's head so that he could look down into Timmy's eyes. Displeasure corroded the man's heart and twisted his face when he recognised fear in the child's eyes.

"Open your mouth." The man spat out.

Timmy obeyed out of habit, and called out uncertainly. "Daddy...?"

The man ignored Timmy's pleas and tied one end of the nylon string to a tooth, then got up to tie the other end to the doorknob. Once it was secured, the man scowled at Timmy, and annoyance dripped from his words. "Tell me where Mummy went, and we can stop doing this."