He stepped off the bus, staring at his house before sighing and walking in.
"I'm home." Not like Alasters parents cared. "Fucking.. hhm.." He walked upstairs to his room, shrugging his bag off before sitting down to work on his homework with a sigh.
Before he knew it, it was afternoon, turning the radio on with blares of.. A nuke? He rolled his eyes, turning it off. There had been nuke scares for weeks, to the point where nobody cared. Would this be any different?
Little did he know, he was wrong.
Very. Very Wrong.
YOU ARE READING
Bondage
FantasyA story of a young man, shaped by his parents to be 'perfect'. THERE WILL BE GORE & BODY HORROR ELEMENTS AND NSFW MENTIONS. THIS IS YOUR FIRST WARNING.
