It was all going…
Down.
Down.
Down.
Deeper.
The parents…
They had crossed the point of no return.
So far…
Too far.
The very thing they once despised…
Now lived in their home.
Inside their flesh.
Torturing their children.
Making them suffer…
Making them hurt themselves…
Elena no longer cared.
The streets were her new home.
Men were no longer strangers.
Nor was it shameful…
Nor wrong…
It was simply… necessary.
Edward…
A slave to Joslyne's whims.
Her voice commanded.
Her eyes pierced deeper than any knife.
He danced…
Bound.
Samuel…
Kept cutting.
His skin became a map of scars.
Each one a desperate attempt to distract…
From those voices…
From those images…
His friends?
Not friends.
Monsters in disguise.
They forced him to watch… Again.
And again.
The same videos.
The same unspeakable acts.
The same unholy pleasures.
Clara…
Barely eight.
Given up entirely.
Paralyzed in a vegetative nightmare.
Her school teacher…
No savior.
No shield.
A predator.
He whispered to her…
Horrible things…
Told her of the atrocities that night…
As if rehearsing a dark liturgy.
And even… touched her.
The mother?
Too busy with her "work"to notice.
The father?
Didn't come home anymore.
Their home…
Once a sanctuary of love…
Now a tomb of despair.
It was only a matter of time.
Until they too…
Until the children too.....