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My cock is hard and all I want to do is use her unconscious body until my balls are empty.

She’s lying peacefully and innocently on her back while I climb over her, pressing my tip to her entrance.

It's not the first time I’ve fucked her unconscious, not that she knows about it.

The first time was when she came to our place for a sleepover with Britt and decided to walk around in those ridiculous short shorts and a top with no bra. Even my dad was staring at her pointy nipples that were going through her shirt. Not that I can blame him. I placed some sleeping pills in her drink and went to the guestroom she was sleeping in and fucked her there for hours.

I push myself into her and use her body, sucking and biting on her full breasts until my release comes.

I remove the belt from around her neck, clean her up, and place a blanket over her.

Chapter 12

Evelyn

Streams of sunlight start to invade the room. I get up from bed and go to the ensuite to take a shower. I feel dirty and it’s been way too long since the last time I properly showered.

I look in the mirror, seeing someone I don’t recognise stare back. My hair is dishevelled, my eyes and lips are swollen, and I have bruises on my neck, and bitemarks on my breast. How did those get there? I don’t remember Felix biting me. A faint red line under my breast takes my attention. I completely forgot Felix had cut me there. I lift my breast up to have a clearer view. I can see the letters FH – Felix Hayes – carved in deeply.

I walk into the shower and let the water wash away the one hundred years’ worth of stress and anxiety I got in only a couple of days. Finding only one bottle of shampoo in the shower, I sigh – figures he only has a three-in-one body, shampoo, and conditioner bottle. How do men use this and look perfect, but I need twenty different bottles just to keep my curls in line? It's ridiculous!

Since it's the only thing I have here, I start to massage the shampoo into my scalp and hum to an old song my mother used to sing to me when I was little. It always helped me with myanxiety. I guess it makes me feel like she’s still here and didn’t leave me, even though I’m mad at her for what she did. Instead of trying to get their lives back on track, all they did was take the easy route and leave me with all the debts, alone.

A soft humming starts to sing the same song with me. It almost sounds like her. Am I going crazy?

“Mom?” I move the curtain of the shower and grab a towel, wrapping myself in it while leaving the room. I follow the sound to my bedroom and see a woman sitting down on the bed with her back to me, humming the song. Her hair is short and the same chestnut-brown colour my mother had. She’s wearing a white dress with a rose pattern on it. It’s the same one she wore when I found her hanging from the ceiling when I came back home from school. “M–Mom?” Tears are starting to drip down my cheek while I walk a little bit closer to the woman who might be my mother and place my hand on her shoulder.

“You did this to us.” She’s rocking back and forth while repeating the same sentence and I back up, not knowing if this is some demon trick or I’m just losing my mind now.

“YOU DID THIS TO US!” she screeches, turning around and running at me in one swift movement. I stumble over my feet going backwards and fall down, hitting my back against the wall. I cover my face with my arms as she flings herself at me.

“EVELYN?”

I hide my face and don’t dare open my eyes while someone keeps yelling my name and patting my face and body. Am I dead yet?

“Evelyn, look at me. Goddamnit!"

My tears keep falling down my soaked cheeks. “No, no, go away! Go away!” A hand is brushing my head while I’m being pressed against someone's warm body.

“It’s alright, you’re okay now. I won’t let it hurt you.”

A scent of smoky wood and coffee enfolds me. Taking in his embrace and smell helps me calm down, makes me feel safer. I slowly open my eyes and bury my head deeper into his chest. “It’s my mom. She hates me.”

“She doesn't, Evy. It's not real. I found something I think you should see.”

The dust of the old couch in the living room keeps making my allergies act up. “Why couldn't we just do this in the kitchen again?” I try to speak in between sneezes. He’s spreading out papers over the small coffee table and places an old photo album next to them. “There’s a small issue with the kitchen. Nothing to worry about. Here, look.” He points a finger at one of the papers. I grab the fragile, brownish parchment and carefully hold it before me. “Where the hell did you find all of this? And what exactly am I supposed to see?”

I squeeze my eyes trying to make out what it says.

Report written by Dr M. Harris on Tuesday, 20th of February 1987

Patient: Eliza Schumer, a 37-year-old female

The patient claims to see shadows moving and talking and the area to be haunted.

Her psychosis has only worsened over her stay.

We are to perform a lobotomy on Thursday, 22nd of February 1987 at 10 AM.

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