Bennett knew what was waiting for him when he got home. He knew she would be there, sitting on the living room couch with that look in her eyes. The same polite, yet malicious smile plastered across her face.

He was late and that was against her rules after all.

This was just one of the many rules he was supposed to follow unless he wanted to punished. They were pretty straightforward- come home immediately after school, no going anywhere unless you informed her about it, no talking back to mother, always listen to mother,

Never disobey mother.

Those words were etched into his very soul. He learned the hard way of what happens when you disobey mother. It made him nauseous just thinking about it.

Especially now, as he put his clammy hand on the doorknob, he could feel heart race and stomach churn. His mind screamed for him to stop, to run as far away as he can, to scream out to somebody "help me please, my mother is a fucking maniac and she's going to hurt me again."

But he knew deep down that nobody was there to help him. All hope he had for freedom from this hell was extinguished and replaced with a overwhelming sense of dread. Nobody would believe him. Who the hell would believe that a 6' 7 man was being sexually and physically abused by his mother. It was pathetic, HE was pathetic. Nearly 250 pounds and he couldn't even lay a finger on his mom without feeling absolutely horrible.

It was pitch black when he stepped into his house. A familiar smell of his mother's expensive perfume greeted him at the door and warned him of the danger he was destined to encounter. She was nearby, and by the aura she was giving off she was not happy.

"Benny." A sweet voice beckoned from deep within the darkness.

A violent chill ran down his spine upon hearing her voice. He couldn't move, his body wouldn't let him. Throat tightening, he slowly reached for the light switch and flicked it on, revealing his mother sitting in a black armchair. Her legs were crossed and hands folded in her lap with a tight smile splayed across her face. Since it was relatively late she wasn't wearing her normal attire, instead she was wearing nothing but a rather revealing shirt and her undergarments. There was no denying that she was a very beautiful woman, but that is precisely what made her so dangerous.

"Close the door. Please." She softly sang, and he obeyed. He wouldn't dare not to. There was no reason for him to make his punishment even worse.

"Hi mom." He said, looking down at his shoes. "I-"

"First of all…please look at me when you're talking."

The way she suddenly spoke up made him slightly flinch. He tried his best to not show too much fear because deep down he know that's what she wanted. Mother was a vile woman that thrived off of his pain. He quickly composed himself and lifted his head with a soft "Sorry." following suit.

"There we go." Her mouth twisted into devious smile. "I want to see your face when you talk to me Benny…" She lifted herself up out of her armchair and started slowly walking towards him.