Dangerous

Goner

That neon darkiplier though... XD

Fuck.

I ran around the empty locked apartment looking for a bit of food. Unfortunately all of the cupboards were either empty or locked. Shit. The windows were boarded and the doors were locked. I had woken up here at night after I passed out and I was all alone. For the first hour, I just kept screaming as loud as I could. But eventually my voice gave out and now I could barely speak. Shit. I was extremely hungry and couldn't find anything anywhere. But then I looked behind a broken cabinet and saw a small knife. I reached as far as I could, barely able to reach it, before grabbing it. I held it as I looked at the boards on the windows, walking up to them and trying to pry them off with the knife. Unfortunately, it was too damn small. Shit. Then I just stood there, glaring hopelessly at the windows and then at the knife in my hands, which were a bit bloody from when I tried to pry the boards off by hand. Well...if I'm stuck here.
I raised the knife to my neck, but then I heard shuffling behind me followed by a laugh before I was hit in the back of the head and knocked out.

Shit.

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When I woke up this time, my hands were tied down to a headboard and I was lying on a bed. What the hell? But then a woman walked into my view and I gasped. It was her...

"No! Please, no!"

She put her hand over my mouth, silencing me.

"Shhh...hello dear. I've missed you. My darling...son."

I felt tears roll down my cheeks as I tried to move as far as away from her as I could, but I was still tied down.

"Now what was it you wanted to say...?"

She moved her hand slightly away from my mouth so I could talk, although my voice was still hoarse.

"Why did you bring me here...?!"

"Because I'm finally out! And we can go back to how it used to be..."

"No...! I'm not...doing those things again..."

"But you used to enjoy making mommy proud..."

"Letting old men...fuck your son...a child...is not something to be proud of..."

It was hard to get the words out. Even after all these years it was still hard to really admit what had happened. It was disgusting...and degrading...

"Well what else are you going to use that cute little butt for?"

I just couldn't figure her out. She acted like a mother talking to her child, but what she was saying was so disgusting. And it was like she didn't think anything was wrong...

"You're sick...!"

"What was that...?"

"Why do you think this is okay...?!"

"Because this is our life. We do what we have to do to survive."

"But I was happy! I was well fed and cared for! Had people who loved me! And you took it away!"

"But I love you..."

"No! You don't! If you did, you wouldn't do this!"