"I thought mom said it was bad to hurt people.." said a little voice from behind me, I don't know why, but my skin felt like it had just had a thousand volts run through it. The hairs on my neck stood up and I whispered "Mom isn't here... And you shouldn't have seen this... Go upstairs." my voice was deep, and harsh. I could see the body lying in front of me. A boy, no older than maybe nineteen. His eyes glazed over,his matted hair hanging in his face. And his skinny frame tied to a chair obvious cuts and stitching on his body. His limbs had been removed and sewn back on. Obvious from the way the rotting flesh departed from the body. The little boy could be heard rushing up the stairs. When the door slammed, I whispered "Remember... Your punishment is to rot here until she finds you. This is your punishment and hers.. She shouldn't have defiled my home" I growled inhailing the stench of the corpse. "She'll be here next week, and while she's crying over this. I'll have things to find her other fuck toy. No hard feelings, but lessons need to be learned." I said turning my attention to the stairs. "Now... Time to ditch the kid.."
