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Toys are fun... When they're broken into a trillion pieces.

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-Chapter 3--Toys are fun--

It was on a Friday morning that my stepfather came to my bedroom and asked me for a favor. I wasn't so thrilled at the idea of doing him that favor.

But just to see my mother pissed off, I'll do anything.

My mother and Richard met at a random bar seven years ago. Both of them dated for a while. Then, out of the blue, she got married to him.

She has been acting like a completely different person for seven fucking years. It's actually really amusing to see how she acts like he's a saint that saved her from the pits of hell.

But surprise, surprise, this bastard has a daughter that none of us knew about. It looks like my mother wasn't the only one keeping dirty little secrets under the bed from her lover.

You should have seen my mother's face. It was a week ago when it all happened.

We were all seated at the dinner table, when Richard got an unexpected phone call. This is the exact scenario that went down that night.

It was just lovely how everything went down.

"Yeah, Sweetheart, remember our wedding anniversary is in a month, so don't forget."My mother smiled warmly at Richard. It made me sick to my stomach.

This was always an awkward situation for me and my brother.

We both sat there with a blank expression on our faces, just eating our food quietly.

"I know, Honey, how would I forget something that important. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. " He winks at her while taking a sip of his beer. Oh, if only he knew what he had gotten himself into.

Oh, how much I wanted to get the hell out of this situation. But I just couldn't because my dear mother had rules for both of us.

One of her rules was to always let him finish first before getting up from the dining table.

We always had to wait until he finished eating his damn food to get out of here.

"Ring... ring... ring..." echoed inside the dining room. It was Richard's phone. He takes out his phone and looks at the caller ID number.

"Who is it, Honey?" My mother asked him curiously, upon seeing the state he was in. He looked so conflicted and confused.

Richard gets up from his chair. "I must get this important call—I'll be right back." He stepped away for a while. You can clearly hear him arguing with someone who is on the other side of the phone call.

"So can I leave now?" I asked, not caring about the situation. My mother gave me this look "If you stand up from that damn chair, I'll kill you." Behind his back, she was a completely different person.

She was a wolf dressed in sheep's clothing that liked to mimic other sheep's behaviors.

If you're crying or seem somewhat sad, she pretends to be sad with you. But in reality, she isn't. The only person she has ever had an emotional attachment to is Richard. It seemed more like an obsession than adoration to me.

If Richard ever asked my mother to kill her own kids, she'd do it with no hesitation or remorse. Just to please him.

Let's say she's extremely obsessed with him, to the point that it isn't healthy. She craves all his attention, affection, and time.

That's probably why she wouldn't have another child, because that would have split his attention in two.

And she wouldn't want that, would she? Of course not.

Richard comes back into the dining room. "I should've told you this... When we first met, Nancy," He sits down in his seat, looking like he has fucked up big time.

"What is it, honey?" She questions him. Her eyes were full of worry. Richard looked like he was having an internal war in his head, trying to decide if it was a good idea to inform my mother of what he had kept hidden from her all these years or not.

"I have a daughter and she's at the hospit—" He was cut off mid-sentence when my mother shouted at him in response to that news.

"What! A daughter?" Her mask slipped off for a split second. Oh, poor Richard. He was surprised at her strange outburst. As fast as her porcelain mask came off, it was put back into place again. Oh, this is going to be fun.

"I mean, you have a daughter. That was so unexpected, honey. " She empathizes with him. Forcing a fake warm smile on her face, but her facial expression did not match her real thoughts.

Inside, she's livid. You can see the smoke coming out of her ears. Her face was slightly turning red, as if at any moment she was going to explode.

This scenario is so damn hilarious.

This woman should win multiple Oscars or Grammys because her acting skills are on point.

Too bad my smartphone was in my room, upstairs. It would have been a night to remember.

"Yes, my daughter—she is at the hospital." The cops informed my lawyer. " He responded in a sad tone. My mother caught on, and she replaced her smile with a soft little frown.

"What do you mean in the hospital? Is she dead? " She says that with a little hope in her voice. To an average person, they wouldn't have caught that, but for me and my brother, it's different. We are used to seeing our mother as a cruel monster hidden behind her expensive clothes.

"No, she's not dead." He relaxes on the chair as he watches my mother's reaction. You can see a hint of disappointment in her eyes. But she quickly covers that up by squeezing his hand lightly and acting like she is happy for him.

This is going to be really intriguing. How will my mother cope with her husband splitting his attention, affection, and time with someone else?

"Kevin, you wouldn't mind checking up on my daughter who is at the hospital today?"

He pleaded, thinking that I wouldn't agree.

Why wouldn't a person like me not visit his new toy?

What kind of monster would I be?Not to accept such a lovely gift from Richard. Right?

"No problem. I'll be glad to check up on her. "I said it with a warm smile on my face, concealing my true evil intent beneath the surface.

"Thanks, son." He replies with joy laced in his tone.

This guy has no idea what I'm going to do to his little sleeping princess.

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It has been an hour since I departed from home. Now I'm already at the hospital.

They told me to go to room 223. It took me a few minutes to find the room in this enormous hospital.

When I entered the small room, my eyes immediately landed on the girl who was peacefully sleeping on the bed.

She seems so innocent and peaceful under that bright glow casting down on her small form. Her chest rises and falls with every breath she takes in or out.

Her delicate face and pale body are covered with small cuts and bruises. Her brown curly hair was scattered neatly on the white pillow.

The only sound you can hear is the beeping from the heart monitor, which is connected to her heart rate.

Standing now on the left side of the bed, I can definitely see those tiny old scars more clearly now, in different parts of her fragile body. I skimmed my thumb over her dry lips, slightly trying to put my thumb inside her mouth.

"Just look at you here, without a care in the world. Sleeping your day away, my little new toy.

But when you wake up, you will wish that you had never come out of that shithole that they saved you from. " I mumbled to myself, as I appreciated her tiny scars.

Oh, how I would love to see you cry in agony. Look at her little fragile neck that looks like it could break at any given time.

She's going to be useful to piss my mother off and make little Richard wish he had never met my mother that night.

Let's test it out, wrapping one of my hands around her fragile little neck. I slowly applied a small amount of pressure.

The beeping sounds of her heart began to exhilarate. It was music to my ears. A strange but strong feeling creeps deep down inside my chest, as if I was high on ecstasy.

Seeing her like this, so defenseless and small, made me feel like a kid that got away with a lie. A feeling of satisfaction engulfed my whole body.

She was turning a light shade of pink.

"Awww, my new toy is having difficulties breathing." Feeling a sinister smile creep up my face as the beeping sound got faster and faster.

The feeling of her pulse, slowly fading under my fingertips, felt so good.

”Come on, open your pretty brown eyes for me... Come on, my new little toy.

Open them. I hate it when people disobey me. Toy. " I whispered, warning her, at least to get a reaction from her.

Her body was still like a statue, laying on the mattress. But the speed of the beeping that was coming out of the heart monitor let me know that she could feel everything I was doing to her. Loosening the grip on her thin neck. I can clearly see a faint pink mark starting to appear on her smooth neck, like a new addition to her bruises.

"Why won't you wake up? Let's just try something else to wake you up. I'm getting really impatient here... Shall we? " How about marking that neck? Knowing how my brother is, he would probably get inside her pants the moment he laid eyes on her.

Sometimes, I'm a person who doesn't like to share my things. Marking her would get him off her back for a while.

I began gliding my tongue slowly up her soft throat, and for a tiny moment, I thought she shuddered at the sensation of my wet tongue. I proceeded to suck in a specific spot so that he could clearly see that she was mine.

Now that bastard would know... you are mine, and that you are .

”My little toy, you belong to me now. Only me. " That's right. You are mine. Not even your father can save you from me now.

"I will be back, my little slave." Looking at my new toy for the last time, I made my way out the door.

I guess it's not so bad having a new toy to mess with... right?

Let's see how long she can withstand me. Mmmm, I already feel so eager to play with her already.

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