Chapter 2.
The next day, the house seemed quieter than usual. There was no hustle or bustle. Everything seemed to have ceased in a manner. The sky outside remained a flesh pink color, highlighting the amount of cynicism, pain, fear, and sorrow, yet temptation that was felt. Anna woke up, looking around her room, seeing the rain fall outside. Trying to relieve herself from the anxiety she felt surrounding the bad dream she had, Anna began rocking back and forth as a means of self stimulation. There was no one in the room to comfort her, which led to Anna soothing herself. Looking down at her necklace, she repeated the word, twice. "Mom". She said with a slice of hope in her voice. "Mom", she said again. Her birth mom had to be out there, somewhere. Anna laid back down, holding her white teddy bear close to her. Mom came into the room, seeming very gentle, yes, but very quiet, soothing, and stark. "Good morning,Anna, sweetie". Mom said, gently, yet quietly, much more passive. "Mommy". Anna pronounced, looking up at Patty.
"Yes, very good, sweetie". Patty said, quietly. "Why don't we go downstairs, a special friend would like to see you". "Ok". Anna said, getting up. She started over to her closet to get dressed. "Why don't you wear your pajamas today". Patty suggested. "Ok". Anna agreed. "Do you need any help?". Patty asked. "No". Anna said, going down her stairs. Dad's office, off to the left seemed quieter than usual, as did the dining room. Downstairs, in the living room, a tall, bony man sat with one leg crossed over the other on their couch. He was a tall, thin, bony young man, yes, with scraggly blonde hair, an Olive suit, and heeled shoes. Many would know him as someone who would carry a black, barber's bag with a razor in there, but, he wasn't who many thought he was. He had toys, and candy in his black bag. He wore an unnerving, creepy, smile as Anna looked up at him. "Anna, do you remember who this is?". Patty asked. Anna still stood there, unable to process the question that had been asked. "This is Fred, your old developmental therapist". "He worked with you, when you were first brought home to us".
Indeed it was Fred. Otherwise known as Freaky Fred, Muriel's nephew. Although looking at him, no one would determine him to be a freak. No, not at all. Anna looked at him, as he smiled a creepy smile. One that would stay with a child forever, rattling their little heart. "Fred". "Fred". Anna pronounced, pointing. Fred's grin widened. "Hello, Anna". He said in a deep, sonorous, voice with a deep sexual register. Silk from his undershirt rustled, as he brushed the couch. "It's good to see you, again". "How are you?". Anna made sucking noises, as she gazed around the room, unable to hold attention for very long. "Anna", Fred said, gently, lightly touching her arm. "How have you been?". "It certainly has been a while, hasn't it?". Fred smiled an unnerving smile. "Fred". Anna said, pointing. "Yes, that is my name, very good". Fred smiled. "I hear you're doing very well, that's wonderful to hear". "Yes". Anna said. "You have grown, my sweet girl". Fred took Anna's hands in his. "Fred". Anna repeated. "I remember when you were just a small girl; how frail and fragile you were when I held you in my arms". "You held me?". Anna asked. "Yes, I did, when you first came to us from Russia". Fred smiled another unnerving smile.
"I came from Russia". Anna pronounced. "Yes, you came from Russia". Fred said. "When you were 18 months old". "I know". Anna said. "Mommy and daddy told me". "I'm sure they have". Fred said. "I'm sure they've told you how absolutely beautiful you looked, how tranquil, and pleasant you were as a young girl". Anna looked up at Fred, "I was small". Anna said. "Yes, you were my amazing girl". "You were only but an ounce". Fred rubbed Anna's hands. "You...you helped me". Anna said. "Yes, I did when you were so small". Fred smiled. "You were such an excellent pupil". "You learned to swallow, you learned to talk, and you learned how to play with toys". "I have not admired anyone except for you". Fred smiled. "You...you do?". Anna asked. "I do". Fred said. "I have loved you ever since you first came to us". "Do you remember that?". Fred asked, rubbing Anna's hands. "No". Anna said. Fred smiled, expecting her memory to be a bit short.
"When you first came to us, you couldn't talk, you couldn't swallow, so young and frail were you". "You would play with your fingers". "You were so blessed, although". "We loved you". "Mommy and daddy loved me". Anna pronounced, however still in a broken, incomplete cadence. "They did". Fred said. "Your entire family loved you". "My family". Anna's speech was simple, incomplete, and the equivalent to a 3 year old. "Yes, your family". Fred said. "Your family thought you were a delight when you first came to them". "You see, your older, adopted brother had died of arrhythmia, and they were deeply saddened". "Yet you came to us at just the right time". "With your effervescent personality, and your deep love, you continued to brighten everyone's day". Fred said. "It was an honor of mine to begin spending time with you". "You were always so...spirited, and cheerful". His lips pursed, as he knew of her naivety, and complete obliviousness to her situation. "It is wonderful to see you again, you truly have grown". Fred said.
Anna looked over at Fred's black bag. Maybe there were toys in that bag she could play with, or yogurt she could eat. "Do you remember when I used to feed you?". Fred asked. "Yeah". Anna said, looking down at the black bag. "Such a quick learner". Fred's unnerving smile returned, as Anna looked up innocently at him. "I never did have any trouble with you". "Such a good child". "Thanks Fred" Anna said. "Of course, dear". Fred said. "Do you know where Edd is?". Anna asked, looking up at Fred. "he is no longer with us". Fred smiled. "Although I have gotten the privilege to be with you again". "I have often wondered how you were doing". "You have grown into a magnificent young woman". "Thank you". Anna said. Fred waited until there were no more adults present to rekindle old ties with Anna. "I thought today we could focus on honesty". Fred said. "I'm sure you remember much about your past". "No". Anna said, looking down at her feet. She looked innocent in her three year old pajamas, while Fred wore his adult suit. "No I don't". "I'm surprised by that, Anna". "You are very intelligent". "I would think you'd remember better than I would". Fred said. "I don't". Anna said. "Did I come from Russia?". Anna asked.
"You were born on May 20th, 1998". Fred said in a lower, almost sexual sounding register, as he took Anna's hands in his. "You were brought to the orphanage outside of Moscow on August 3rd". "Such a sunny day it was". "The orphanage was a safe place, yes, although, it wasn't exactly nurturing". "You were deprived of love, care, and touch". Fred said. "What does that mean?". Anna asked, innocently. "You were never rocked, you were never cuddled, no one held you". Fred said. "The orphanage was a bit behind on some of its necessities". "There was no clean water to bathe in, no warm beds to sleep in, and no one visited". "You were left alone for quite some time". "Luckily, your parents heard how much you were suffering, and yes, saved you". Fred said. "When you came home, you were severely deprived". "This has led to multiple differing abilities". Fred said, as his lips pursed. "Um...why did my mom give me up?". Anna asked. "Your mother, by no intention, gave you up". Fred said. "I don't know where my birth mom is". Anna said. "Do you know where she is?". "Anna, sweetheart". Fred sat on the couch, brushing the couch, in a suggestive manner, is if he wanted to have sex on the couch.
"Your birth parents, died". Fred whispered, sympathetically. "They died?". Anna asked. "Yes, they were in a horrific accident". "That's why you were brought to the orphanage". Fred said. Anna sat for a moment, trying to process what Fred had just said to her. Her birth mother did care about her. She did love her. Anna had known something was wrong for a while. She just didn't know what it was. "I understand you may feel a bit dauer". Fred said. "When traumatic things happen to us, we often feel as if we've lost something dear to us". "Is that how you feel knowing your birth mother died?". Fred asked. "My birth mom is always with me". Anna said in a broken speech syntax, cadence, and vortices. "She's always there, guiding me, helping me, and protecting me". "I pray to her every night". "Yes, you've always been compliant with prayer". Fred said, smiling. "She's still here". Anna said. "I know she is". "So is my dad". "Yes". Fred smiled, doting over how innocent, and adorable Anna was.
"Do you believe your adoptive parents love you?". Fred asked. "Yeah". Anna said. "um...Fred". Anna began to ask, as she lowered her head. Fred crossed his legs, continuing to brush the couch. "Yes, Anna?". Fred replied in a low, soothing voice. "Um...why am I not smart?". Fred paused, as he stroked Anna's face. Tears streamed down Anna's face as the reality caught up with her. "Well, remember it's not your fault". Fred said, as tears dripped down Anna's cheeks. "You were deprived from a very young age". "You weren't given the love, and care you needed". Remembering the reality that caught up with her, Anna often wondered what happened after death. Were her birth parents really in heaven? Was there really heaven? Anna felt tears come down her cheeks as her face grew hot. "It's just...I can't…". "I can't...". "I'm trying to tell you". Anna's broken speech, broken cadence, was faltered, it sounded just as broken and damaged as it was in the beginning.
It was still behind, and there was a lot it didn't know. It was hidden from the rest of the world. "I'm trying to tell you, what I'm feeling, but I can't tell you, I can't tell you". Anna said, crying. "I'm not smart". "I tried to be". "I'm trying". "I'm trying". "I understand you are". Fred said. "You are doing wonderfully". "I have always admired you". "You are so tenacious, and copesthetic". Fred smiled an unnerving smile. "It's what I've always loved about you". "I know". Anna said. Fred put a hand on Anna's knee, sighing. "You've always been exemplary". "From the time you were so small, and dear". "I know". Anna said. "Remember, dear, it isn't your fault what happened". "I know, and I know my family loves me". Anna said. "I know I'm going to be a teacher". Fred didn't respond, instead pursing his lips, with an analytical distance, of knowing this was another one of Anna's naivety. A Look of cynicism, of fact, enveloped, that Anna was too naive to see.
"Anna, dear". Fred said, taking something from his pocket. "This is something I thought I'd endow you with, after I haven't seen you in so long". Anna looked down at a silver chain, and St. Michael's medal. "This looks like my grandma's". Anna said. "It does". Fred smiled another unnerving, Cheshire Cat's grin of a smile. "I love you, so". Fred sighed, as Anna looked down at it, noticing it did look like her grandmother's. "My grandma". Anna said, pointing. "Yes, your grandmother". Fred took Anna's hands in his. "She was a wonderful woman". "She loved you, dearly". "Grandma". Anna said, again. "I have loved you from the time I met you". Fred smiled. "I have known you would make excellent progress". "Fred". Anna pronounced. "I'm very impressed". Fred felt his penis crawling slowly, as it rose, staining a bit of white on his suit pants. He felt an orgasm come on, as he crossed his legs, trying to stifle it. His creepy grin almost grew even wider.
"Fred". Anna asked,putting the necklace in her pocket. "Yes, dear?". Fred said, brushing the couch once more. "Does my family love me?". Fred knew the answer to this. He knew not many people favored Anna, or even loved her because of her low IQ. Her low IQ had put her on the lower end of logic, reasoning, critical, and abstract thought, as well as maturity. He pursed his thin, maroon red lips. "Of course they do". He answered, languid, yet convincing. "They have always loved you".
"You are their source of happiness". He lied. "Oh, ok". Anna said. Looking down at her necklace, she felt about all sorts of trust, and admiration for Fred. she knew he was the one she could go to, with anything. He would always be there for her. "There's no need to harbor any insecurities". Fred said. "You have always been my wonderful, dear girl". "The world is lucky to have you, and of course, whatever tribulations come your way, you will expel them". "I know". Anna said. "I will always love you, my sweet Anna". Fred smiled, kissing Anna on the forehead. As he did, the familiar lump of his penis rose to try and meet between Anna's small legs. "I love you, Anna". Fred sighed. "I love you, too". Anna said. Fred gave her a hug, as he packed his small black bag. Anna sat, innocently, as Fred packed his stuff. "It was wonderful seeing you, Anna". Fred said. "You too, Fred". Anna replied. The lights remained dim, as the sky outside remained a pink flesh color, as the eerie sound of absolutely nothing prevailed.
Later on, in the dim light, a wine bottle of Reisling remained open, as Patty and John talked to Fred. the dim light flickered in a broken manner, as the color of the sky outside remained blood red. "Well, it's quite the storm out there, isn't it?". Patty remarked, casually. "It is". Fred spoke in a low, eerie, calm tone. "I don't know when the weather should clear up, but, hopefully soon". "Perhaps". Fred replied. There was a moment of silence between them, as Patty spoke up again. "Thank you for coming again, and working with our daughter". "She has needed it tremendously since the beginning". "Of course". Fred said, sipping a bit of his wine. "She is a very spirited girl, although her deficiencies have been many". Patty spoke in a whisper. "Yes". Fred replied, in his eerie tone. "Her intelligence quotient is still below that of 60?". "It is, and she is having trouble functioning at age level".
"Her maturity, and rational thought level are at a low as well". Patty said. "Yes, and she still cannot process information, or act according to thought". Fred replied. His eerie tone, coupled with his maroon red lips, seemed to cast shadows against the blood red sky, that howled with a demonic vengeance. "She cannot". "Hmmm". Fred nodded. "We understand, her lack thereof isn't her fault". John said. A random thought out there. John should remind some people of Doktor Frogg from League of Super evil. "She's been deprived of her basic need of contact". "She suffered a horrific tragedy". Fred said, sipping his wine.
"This is perhaps related to her trauma, and lack of nutrition". "Yes, luckily, she hasn't been emotionally abborhent". Patty said. "At least she is good natured". Fred said. "She is very tenacious". "Although, you believe this will not benefit the good of the world". "The productivity". "No". Patty said. "She is very optimistic, although, too oblivious". "She doesn't have the slightest efface of what her condition has impaled". Fred said. "I've noticed she seems very impervious toward anything rational". "Yes, she's a dingbat". "She doesn't". "I don't want to say we doubt her, but, she just won't be able to do anything". Patty said. "She doesn't have the skill". "Mmm, I'm sure other family members have doubted her as well".
Fred whispered. "They have". "Many of them have refused to be around her". Patty replied. "There have been some lingering doubts". Fred whispered. "I'm sure loving her has been an arduous task". "We highly believe in skill over will, and while her good intentions are met with propriety, she is just, not". Patty said. "She isn't a waste of breath and space, but she is...she is...she has been". "A burden?". Fred said in an eerie tone. "She is". Patty said. "Her family members have made it obvious they want nothing to do with her". "Hmmm". Fred nodded. "Mmm, she is very disadvantaged". Fred whispered."she's had an envoy of being unwanted, and of not much worth". Patty whispered."hmmm". Fred nodded. "We're looking for a place of care for people of her suture". "Mainly because handicapped people are traditionally unwanted, and less likely to be desirable". "We don't know if we'll be able to care for her in our old age". Patty said. "Mainly because we don't want to".
"I would be happy to care for her". Fred whispered scandalously. "Lift the burden from you". "I normally wouldn't ask you to do that, but, are you sure it wouldn't be any trouble?". Patty asked. "Has she been requested into a specified care facility?". Fred asked. "She hasn't, yet". John said. "We've been looking". "I do have a lovely...estate". Fred replied. "She could live there, and she would have elongated tutelage". "That should work". Patty said. "We can have our attorney visit, and sign an agreement, stating you have legal guardianship over her". "Yes, and he will state any medical needs she may have?". Fred sipped his wine, as the flickering light danced. "Yes". patty set her wine glass down. "She still has acute thombrosis?". Fred whispered scandalously. "Yes, and she is still taking vitamins for lack of zinc". Patty said. "Hmmm". Fred nodded, feeling his penis rising, and another orgasm coming. His penis hardened, as he felt the attraction becoming all too real, and the sexual fetish overtaking him. Vulnerable, young, disabled, this was the perfect girl for him to perform his duties on.
"Tomorrow", he thought. "I will take action". "No longer will you be troubled, lost, or a novice". "I will continue to cherish you and love you as my own, my dear Anna". The corner of Fred's mouth, twitched up a little. "I will rescue you, and you and I will thrive in our paradise, and I'll shall give you everything you deserve". "You will have no other choice". Fred smiled, as his penis hardened. A little ways away, Anna heard the conversation as she sat on the stairsteps, listening, but not with intent, much less dawdling. She remained completely oblivious to the harsh reality that loomed, glowing in demonic anguish, much like the blood red sky. She had no awareness of the demonic for factor whose languid chowles seeped with reddening, that was suckling away. Anna was aware, and was doing everything to keep her handicap from interfering with her daily life, but she still was completely oblivious to any kind of reality, or any kind of tangible thing. To see her, to see her having any kind of lead toward being anything productive, or intelligent, or as less moronic was as edifying to see as a dog in a parody of breeches, or a mule, as retarded as a fool, wearing a suit and tie, doing the work of an intelligent man. much less obeying commands, and being trained. Him haw.
The next day, the sky remained a blue color, as suspicious bright sunlight shrouded the hillside. Black hole sun shrouded the hillside, washing away any amount of color held to it. Silence filled the area, as an evil looking bug with fangs, and pincers crawled out from behind the picture frame, hissing. Nearby, a tarantula with fuzzy pincers crawled out, sitting near a hole in the wall. Anna woke up, sitting up in her bed. She was completely oblivious to the bug with fangs on the hunt for human flesh, or a smaller insect crawling out from behind her old picture frame. She was oblivious toward the hate that resided in her family towards her. Looking down, she saw the silver chain Fred gave her.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and her lost quotient, her wandering, scarred soul, that remained bemused, and malnourished, developmentally, seemed to heed, to respond fervently, and with trained, colignancy to his deep, sexual, sonorous, soothing voice. "I have always loved you, and I always will". Fred was with her, comforting her, guiding her, soothing her. Anna did not feel tears come down her eyes when told her parents died, she did not feel loss, she did not feel ashamed, or of wanting to dispose of her life, when overhearing that she was nothing more than a burden, an unwanted handicap that was a waste of breath and space. Her allace, her soul, her fervency, was too damaged, too handicapped to feel sad, or lost. It was too damaged by tragedy beyond repair. Anna knew, Anna understood that she was handicapped. She wasn't entirely handicapped in thought. She knew, but was too unaffected, and too malnourished to be affected by anything.
Going downstairs, she looked to see if Fred was in his usual spot for therapy. Unusual for her, he wasn't. Anna looked around the room, seeing nothing. Her parents were gone, and the house seemed unusually empty. Going back upstairs in her room, she looked in her bedroom, as light cast a dim shadow on her bed, where the pink illuminated a baby, dirty pink of sorts, that seemed broken and torn. Fred's thin, maroon lips curled into a malicious smile, as he sat on Anna's bed, brushing the sheets with his hands. "Fred". Anna pronounced in a manner similar to a young, innocent girl. Fred's voice lowered to that of a sexual register. "Hello, Anna". He said in a calm, soothing, yet sexual tone that would make anyone shiver. "It's certainly wonderful to see you again". "Have you been doing well?". "Yes". Anna replied innocently. "That is good to hear". Fred said, smiling.
"I hear you were a bit upset the other day". "Is this true?". Fred took Anna;s hands in his. "Kind of". Anna said. "Does my family love me?". Fred's lip twitched upward, as Anna sat, looking dumbfounded, but in an innocent, noculent way. "They do". Fred said. "If they do not, remember, just how much I love you". Fred said, as his penis crawled up his pants, his area freezing over, as he cummed. "I understand it has been arduous for you". "Never worry, as there is still someone in this world who cares for you, and will never leave you". "I can assuage you of that". "Fred". "Fred". Anna said, as Fred lifted her chin. "Does anything worry you?". Fred asked. "Am I special?". "Do people love me?". Anna asked.
"No". Fred said, lifting Anna's chin. "No". Anna said. The demon of Earth, the burden of living half a life, a shell with an incomplete, underdeveloped, disgusting soul writhed about, sucking at Anna, as she remained completely oblivious, completely devoid, and unnoticing of the pain. It was the pain of tragedy, as it lingered, biting away at her once quotidian heart, eating away until it became malnourished, pained, underdeveloped, and small. It was retarded, it was 8 grade levels behind, as it fell, no one rising to claim it. Anna's heart was torn apart, as she sat there, not feeling a thing, not remembering a thing from birth. The tragedy lie in where she was stuck. She was deprived. She was forgotten, left behind, and abandoned, as death tore her, and her once family apart.
"It is because of your lack of intellect". Fred said. "So, I'm not smart". Anna said. "You are not". Fred said. "You were deprived, meaning you are limited in what you can, and cannot do". "But never worry, as we have our own luxury of being significant". "Never as close as I am, as in your heart". Fred said, as an orgasm came on. Fred inched closer, and closer. Anna sat, looking off to the side, as she felt detached from her mom, her dad, and all of her family, she was convinced, loved her. Her heart seemed to fall, as she still felt nothing, completely numb from the pain. She looked down at her chain, knowing Fred loved her...if no one else did.
Anna looked up at Fred, feeling her heart somehow come back into place, calming down. Anna sat across from Fred, as he inched closer to her. "I think you're heavenly". He whispered, seductively. "Fred". Anna pronounced. "Anna". He then sighed a sigh, as his penis rose, and his orgasm became all too real. "You're perfect". "I love you, Anna". He then leaned in, kissing her on the lips. Keep in mind, Fred was 54, and Anna was 18. He inched closer, as he caressed her cheek. Kissing her again, he felt his tongue wander into her mouth, as she wanted to pull away.
Confused as to what was going on, Anna began putting her fingers in her mouth, the same way a five year old would. Fred continued kissing, as he curled his tongue around hers, pushing it back. "Fred". Anna said, as her trust in him mounted to so much more. Pulling down her innocent, pajama bottoms, revealing only her pink, innocent looking underwear, similar to what a young girl would wear, Fred unbuckled his belt to his suit pants, as Anna took a deep breath in, swallowing. Fred revealed his penis to her, as he inched closer to her, pulling her in. he kissed her, locking his lips in, as he ejaculated all over her, his penis inching closer to her vagina. Pushing it inward, Fred pressed his penis against Anna's vagina, rubbing it in. closer, closer, and closer it got, as it fit in perfectly.
Rubbing again, the penis seemed to fit, as it pressed Anna's vagina close enough. It pressed, pressed, pressed, pressed, until it fit inward. Anna was still confused as to what was going on, but readily accepting it, as she felt her own vagina become tingly. "Fred". Anna said,in her broken, cadence, and underdeveloped, handicapped syntax, and vortices, "um...um...um...what is going on?". "I love you, Anna". Fred still sighed, pressing his penis further, and further in. taking Anna, he laid her on the bed, kissing her, as his lips were pressed against hers. His penis dug in, as Anna's vagina now felt fuzzy, and a bit tingly. The temptation still wore on, as Anna felt lips against hers, pressing firmly. Anna tried getting up, she tried to struggle, although Fred held her down, pressing his arm firmly against her. "Fred". Anna said. "I have always loved you, Anna". Fred sighed deeply, as a fuzzy feeling came on, and a milky white substance dripped from Fred's penis, onto Anna's bed. A cold feeling came on, almost freezing Anna's vagina, as Anna still tried getting up. Fred kept her down, kissing her. Fred was having an erection. The milky white substance dripped, as Fred pushed his penis further in. Anna felt a fuzzy feeling, as she saw the milky white substance drip, fervently.
The fuzzy feeling seemed to last, and last, as Anna looked down, still seeing white surrounding Fred's penis. Anna looked up, as she felt the fuzzy feeling was gone. So was the milky white. Now she felt something slimy, and warm, yet heavy. "I shall always love you, Anna". Fred sighed. Anna then felt something warm, and big, heavy, yet slimy come into her mouth. It was Fred's penis. He shoved it into her mouth, with intense force, as she, clueless as to what was happening, sucked on it, tasting the cum that erupted from it. Oblivious, and handicapped in nature, willing to imprint on anything, she listened to Fred's instructions, as he guided her in a low, sexual register voice, that appeared to make her heart melt. It was like vocal sex. "Very good". Fred said in this voice, as he guided her. Anna continued sucking on Fred's penis, as she looked up. It tasted miserable, although, something about it, something, made it actually bearable. Fred pressed inward, as he pushed it along in her mouth. Anna wanted to spit it out. Something, something, although, made her seem calm when doing it, although it was her obliviousness. Fred pushed it in further, as Anna struggled, trying to get it out of her mouth, finally forcing it out. She looked around, as Fred pressed in his penis, locking it firmly against her vagina. Anna suddenly, felt this sense of calm. This wavelength of trust, and assurance still resonated inside of her. She felt as if she had to trust Fred, even if this was part of the bargain.
Anna relaxed, as Fred pulled down her pajama shirt, placing his hands on her chest, he then began touching her chest. Anna felt as if she still trusted Fred. She lay down, experiencing this, as Fred's phone rang. Quickly getting off of Anna's chest, he picked up, talking to another doctor. "Yes, and it is, when?". Fred confirmed. "Yes, of course". Fred replied. Hearing someone outside, Fred held Anna down on the bed, remaining very quiet, until they passed. "Dear". Fred said, as he smiled at Anna. " I must be going". "Why?". Anna asked, as the sound of a belt buckle could be heard. "I have other things that must be done". "Never worry, although, as I will return tomorrow, and, one day next week, you and I will finally attain our eden". Fred smiled again, feeling another orgasm. "
You are going to live with me for the remainder of the time". "But, what about my parents?". Anna asked. "They will be safe". Fred smiled, an evil smile. "We will live in peace". "You will not have to worry about your family". "This is between you and I". Anna sat on her bed, pulling her pajama pants back up. As she did, she wondered what had happened, and why there was white stuff all over her bed. What was that that Fred put into her mouth. Why did her bathing suit area feel fuzzy. She didn't know, yet she felt she needed to trust Fred. He was the only one she had. Whatever pain she was feeling, whatever she did wrong, because it was too complicated to learn, whatever happened, Fred would be there to solve all of her problems. He was the only one she trusted.
Fred put on his heeled shoes, walking downstairs. "I'll see you soon, Anna". He smiled. "I love you very much". "I love you too". Anna said, watching him walk downstairs, as she sat on her bed. It wasn't long before Anna heard talking, knowing her mom was downstairs by this time, as well. "How was she?". Patty asked. "She still seems very incognizant". Fred replied. "Is she still processing thought in a jejune manner?". "She is, although she seems to solve problems a bit better than she used to in middle school". Patty said. "Hmmm". Fred nodded. "I've noticed she has gotten more responsive as a result of nutrition". "Yes, she has been attaching better as well". "Hmm". Fred nodded. "I still think she's very incapable, and, it's just, I cannot take care of someone as incumbent anymore". Patty said. "It's not that I don't love her, it's just...well...". Patty pursed her lips. "I don't". "She would thrive in your care". Patty said. "I'm certain she will". Fred said. "She'll receive the nurturing, and care she needs". "That would benefit her". Patty said. "What time is the document redacting?". John asked. "It's at 12". Patty said. "Mr. John Hughes is coming at 11:30". "Hmmm". Fred nodded. "When will her planned move in day, be?". "Perhaps next week". Patty said. "We'll leave her bed, and have her take some minute things". "Will she need any of her valuables?". Fred asked. "No, I think she's fine". Patty said. "She'll only need her vitamins".
They whispered scandalously, as Anna sat upstairs in her room, brushing her teddy bear. "She is a beautiful girl". "She is". Her parents replied. As Anna brushed her teddy bear with her baby brush mom used to use to calm her as a toddler, she felt a certain feeling come about her. She felt all sorts of...odd feelings, yes, they were odd, as she sat brushing her bear. Her little vagina, felt as if it was tingling, and for some reason, she could not release Fred from her mind. The soothing voice, the thin, bony, wrinkled hands, and his intent to love, and care for her, even if he was the only one who did. Anna sat, feeling this feeling, having the thought of Fred corrode her mind, as her vagina tingled, and her hands began to sweat. This thought of Fred, it wouldn't leave her. Everyplace she went, anything she did, she saw Fred there, comforting her. She closed her eyes, feeling the hard, heavy, slimy, warm penis, making her feel fuzzy. She tasted the warm, heavy, yet slimy penis dripping in her mouth. It was a peculiar taste. It was an odd taste, watery, dry. Yet, she knew it, and wanted more. As she tried forgetting about Fred, she put other thoughts in her mind, helping her mind to be at ease, although she just couldn't. She was addicted to it. It wouldn't leave her. She was fascinated by it, she was enticed by it, yet she didn't want it there, did she?
She felt as if she wanted to see Fred again. She wanted to hear his soothing voice, she wanted to see his scraggly, blonde, hair, and his unnerving smile that meant comfort, and tranquility to her. She wanted to be with him, and feel his hard, heavy, penis in her mouth. She wanted to get rid of this thought, of this fascination, this cynicism that held her close to what she was thinking, and who she was, yet she couldn't. She had tried substituting her fun, jovial nature in for this thought, yet she couldn't, no matter how hard she tried. This feeling her family didn't love her, yet wore the smiles, and the admiration of her, only feigning love. Behind her back, they talked about her, mistreated her, and wanted nothing to do with her, while believing she was a waste of breath, and space. She wondered; did Fred think of her as less than? Did he believe she could do it? What did he mean by; "I unlike your family, will love you"?. What was it meant by, "you are worth something"?. Was she not? What was the reality?
Was the reality centered around her being a worthless fool, or a mule because of her lack of intelligence? She all of a sudden, held this belief close to her, that maybe she was worth nothing. Maybe no one loved her, no one, except Fred. "Fred would care for her. Fred loved her". She believed. Fred was her only from of family. He was the only person that was there for her. She needed him. She needed him to guide her, to lead her, and help her, in a way only she could understand. Anna sat, as she felt this thought come to light, coercing her to act on this addiction. Her vagina tingled, as she felt it fall.
She felt it drop, then tingle again. She needed something hard against her vagina, that would stop the tingling. She needed something hard that would rub successfully. Putting her bear aside, she took off her pants. The underwear she was wearing was the exact same underwear she wore when Fred took them off. She was going to act on this addiction. She was going to let this thought sweep around her, pulling her in, holding her close, then bathing in it. Laying in bed, she took off her underwear.
She looked around, making sure nothing was there, or no one was watching. This was how Fred kept it. Secretive, with a closed relationship. Ana tried holding something close to her vagina, feeling it tingle again. Placing her hands near her vagina, she rubbed, excessively. Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, as the thought of Fred snuck in, bathing her. The thought of Fred, and his soothing voice. The thought of Fred, smiling, as she continued to rub against her vagina. Rubbing, rubbing, she pressed her fingers against her vagina, pushing at this point. She pushed harder, harder, harder, as she closed her eyes, seeing Fred, caressing her cheek, with the heavy, hard penis that lay wet against her face. She pressed harder, harder, and harder, as she saw Fred, smiling at her, with his malicious smile. She also saw him, firmly clasping his hand on her breast. Anna rubbed harder, harder, and harder, until she felt her body become fuzzy. Everything was tingling. She felt the white fuzz cover her body, sending shivers down her spine.
Anna did not understand this feeling. She did not know why Fred had done those things. Was it because he loved her? At least she thought so. Feeling another shiver come down her spine, she swallowed, picking her hands back up. "Penis". She said, as she put her hands aside. She looked around, hearing shuffling outside of her door. Putting her pants back on, she went outside to see who it was. It was just Katie, shuffling in. Katie sat by Anna, licking her foot. Anna looked down at the medal Fred gave her. It was made of nice silver, it was hers to call her own. Anna looked around, then up at her rosary her grandmother gave her. She paid no mind to it, due to her belief that Grandma feigned support, and kindness. Putting her silver chain aside, she continued brushing her bear, as if nothing ever happened. As if no one, not even she, knew of her, and Fred's secret.