1 Chapter 1: Rude Awakening (1/2)

Jack Jones was your typical ordinary boy who was a bit of a late bloomer living a happy cookie cutter life but all that was about to change on his twelfth birthday when he learned about his father's insidious intentions.

His father a serial pedophile not wanting his precious baby boy to ever grow up begins raping him and Punishing his own son believing himto be responsible for his own natural aging.

He keeps him locked in a secret room in his study for many months depriving him of not only fresh air and sunlight but as well as any human or social interactions other than his own sick amusement's.

His father having faked his own son's death indulges in his daily perversions without restraint and or fear of interference from any outside force.

Jack having been subjected to such atrocities and in a constant state of being drugged and raped becomes mentally unstable not being able to differentiate reality from imaginary.

He loses his ability to speak or form any kind of audible language other than the incoherent grumbles and grunts he will occasionally make.

In his isolation he begins to see visions of his imaginary friend Chuck keeping him company tempting him to fall even deeper into his insanity...

After a year of this nonstop hell Jack on his thirteenth birthday is finally spared of his daily abuse.

His father having become disgusted and uninterested due to him having finally gone through puberty.

His body was no longer the one of a small child but had matured into that of a young man, no longer the ideal subject of his own father's twisted perversions.

He was of no use to him anymore and he could now set his sights on Jacks younger sister his own daughter Julie.

Jack had been released from his shackles instead of being drugged up the moment his father would come in like he would usually be, Jack was in a sober state of mind and for the first time in a year was able to think carefully and take in the situation as he played dumb.

His father George was unconcerned about any retaliation upon release given how the boy was sprawled against the floor mentally broken and in an anemic state.

His once cute and beloved son was now a disgusting lump of flesh in his eyes he had taken the liberty to groom his long hair and dress him up in a pretty black dress.

George had expected his son to run away or at least attempt an escape but was pleasantly surprised that the boy had learned his place and simply dozed off blankly into the room quietly mumbling nonsense.

If George had paid closer attentions and had tried to decipher the mumbling's he would have been able to notice the silent threat and would have immediately beat Jack to death.

If he had only listened he would have heard Jack mumble the same word over and over again.

Jack: ”Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die,Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die…”

George was casually humming a tune as he took one more look at his former sons appearance sprawled against the floor staring aimlessly.

His hair was a long groomed light blonde that he dyed black, his once beautiful clear blue eyes that shined with youth and vigor were now a dull empty grayish blue as his lips were nowcrusted over and shriveledbeing smeared over by a bright candy red lipstick.

The pretty black dress on him was torn in inappropriate places his skin was a ghastly pale white due to both makeup and deprivation of sunlight for so long.

George sneered as he felt it was a waist and continued blaming his own son for his current state.

All because he wouldn't listen and was unwilling to stay the perfect little boy forever.

He had justified his actions in his own sick degenerate mind and spat on the boy's limp and seemingly lifeless body before turning to get his gun to finish the job.

As he turned away Jack had sprung up from the ground and had pounced on his father's back in an almost zombie like state. Clinging onto his back and biting deeply into his father's neck.

George was caught off guard dropping his gun and began screaming in pain trying to yank Jack off of his back.