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I'm going to saveyou [MichiDou](+18)

Upon hearing an engine stop, a pair of rainbow eyes opened in fright and looked in terror at the place he had known by heart since he was five years old, trying to find a hiding place, knowing perfectly well that it would be useless to flee, the chain on his ankle would not allow it.

She just prayed that it wasn't her stepfather, that cruel man who made her life hell.

It all started when he was five years old and his parents divorced, his father left a large amount of money in Douma's name and left home never to return.

The boy lived with his mother for a few months, that was peaceful, with the money his father left the woman paid for a health plan for the little boy and a good school.

Douma liked going to school, he remembered having two friends there, but he didn't remember their names. What he didn't like was going to the doctor, not because he was afraid of them, but because of the taxi driver who always took them. He remembered how that man groped his mother, who laughed in return for his flirtations, although she always kept the older man's hands at bay when her little one was around.

It was going to be the first winter without his father when the man and his mother began a relationship and he moved in with them. Douma did not understand why at night he heard the bed ring, nor why once that man said his name. He remembers that after that day his mother kicked him out of the house, but a few days later they were back together as if nothing had happened.

One night his mother called him into the room, the poor five-year-old boy got a big scare when he saw how they were both naked. He ran back to his room, but that man easily grabbed him and pulled him onto the bed with them.

He vividly remembered his mother hugging him while telling him that everything was going to be okay, that he was a big boy, and how that man abused him again and again.

A few months later the elders argued, since the man did not want either of them to leave the house, and Douma remembered that perfectly.

-Where do you think you are going?!- The man shouted furiously while smoking a cigarette with a bottle of beer in his free hand, dressed only in underwear watching television.

The little boy clung in fear to his mother's hand, who responded with a sweet smile. -I'm going to work and Douma is going to school, honey, don't worry, he'll be back at five and I'll be back at eight.-

forcing him to see his mother's corpse with her skull shattered. -That's going to happen to you if you don't listen to me... Are you going to be a good boy? - Seeing him nod his head between sobs, Charles smiled slyly, beginning to walk to the attic with the child in his arms. -Then let's have fun together forever.-

From the age of five to thirteen, Douma was continually abused by that man, who did not take care of his hygiene, his health physically and emotionally and fed him only sweets, semen and Alcohol

Fortunately for the boy, that man died of an alcohol-induced heart attack, but unfortunately for him, from the age of thirteen until now, his fifteen years old, he was forced to feed on the mushrooms that grew on the attic wall and the rats. and he was never able to find the key to the chain that kept him tied, he didn't even know about his stepfather's death, so he still believes that he is still alive and that at any moment he could rape him again.

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Yoriichi entered the house happily, curiously observing everything around him, while his brother Michikatsu looked at the photo in his underwear that Nakime had sent him as a good morning.

-Well my children, I know that a change of scenery is very difficult, even more so in adolescence, but I also know that you will be able to adapt. Yorii, your boxes are on the left, Michi, yours are on the right. Upstairs are the rooms, if I'm not mistaken there are three, you go upstairs and grab the one you like, okay?

I'm going to organize the kitchen things a little.- A woman with long black hair with a mark on her forehead smiled happily.

"Do you want me to help you, mom?" Yoriichi asked curiously as he grabbed his two boxes.

-Thank you, honey, I can do it alone.- She leaned down and lovingly kissed her youngest son's forehead. -I'll call you anything, thank you anyway for offering.-

The one with earrings nodded his head, smiling happily, and walked up the stairs carefully.

Michikatsu, who was still looking at his cell phone, began to climb the stairs.

-Michi honey, please take your things.- The woman asked kindly, seeing worried that her son was not predisposed to the new situation.

-Your wife brings them, don't you see I'm busy? - The teenager continued on his way, still staring at the cell phone.

The oldest huffed in frustration, closing her black eyes and looked up at the sky through a window. -Please give me strength, I don't know how I'm going to continue with this.-

Michikatsu glanced at his mother, noticing that she was talking to his father, and looked up at the ceiling, frowning in confusion when he saw a rainbow painted on a small circle of it. -How strange... The entire ceiling is made of wood and that one has a rainbow painted on it, plus it has a square reflection.- He thought and then shrugged his shoulders to enter the first empty room he saw, one that was next to the one his brother had occupied.