A thumb with something wrapped around it. It tastes bad… I hate it. I hate this so much. “Stop…” I cry, tears falling from my eyes as I scratch and dig to escape, but I can’t fucking move. I’m stuck, like my body is frozen solid. Kneeling and subservient. “You know who you are.” No. No, no, no, please. Please stop. “This is you, Kyran. He made you this way…”
What happened to my boy
