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A young boy of 9 reads about Sexual Offenderman. The boy has been hurt and raped by his mother. This boy wants revenge. He finds one of Smexys victims and recovers their rose. He gives it to his mother. The little boy knows he touched the rose but he doesn’t care. He waits outside on the crumbling deck of his welfare house and waits into the night.
As he dozes off he hears a dark voice from behind him

“What do you think you’re doing?”

The 9 year old boy covered his eyes, scared but staying calm "I am waiting for my mothers screams." He replied simply. His thin frame braced itself as he debated whether to look up and see what could be a horror or whether to keep his eyes shut and not look.
The low, alluring rumble of the creatures voice reply’s with amusement.

“I’m not a Hit man you know. Amusing as all this is I don’t appreciate being used for your own personal revenge.”

The boy looked up with tear filled eyes and a cold stare that showed a hollow soul "I wanted to curse her. I read about your roses. She would get what she gives me. The articles said you wouldn’t care" the boy stares up at him, unfazed on the outside, screaming in terror on the inside. Madness grips his heart as he craves revenge too much to be scared of the creature in front of him. His anger is venomous around him, his hatred and hurt stabbing the air. To this Smexy just smiled, showing off his long pointed teeth.

“Do you want her dead, or do you just want her gone? You won’t remember anything about me no matter what you ask me to do, and to have her stay would be to just watch her break without knowing why.”

The boy nodded and looked down "Let her suffer.... Like I suffered. Let her suffer and do what you want!" He looks up at Smexy, rage in his eyes "Do what you want but make her hurt, make her feel herself fall to pain. Make her go insane!" He screamed the last part as his rage seethed.
Sexual Offenderman gave a slight nod of the head in response and walked into the boys home, soon loud screaming could be heard, followed by pleading, begging, the sounds of things being broken in a struggle and then more screaming over the sounds of an inhuman chuckle and words of mock comfort about what kind of horrors he was going to do to her, which lead to sobbing and more screaming and the sounds of very violent sex, all of which sickened him greatly, and went on for what felt like hours, hell it very well could have been hours, and it only seemed to get worse. He quickly found himself huddled in the corner of his balcony, his hands over his ears and tears running down his face, wishing he could run away and come back later when the monster was finished, but he couldn’t leave without going back into the house, and at the moment that felt like a fate worse than death.
After a while the sounds were replaced, this time by the sounds of bones being broken. He screwed his eyes shut and pushes himself even further into the corner as more tears run down his face and sobs start escaping from his lips as he starts crying for the noises to stop. Eventually they do, the door slides open, and he can see a pair of black boots and a swish of black trench coat as the monster steps out onto the balcony, then casually leans against the wall, his hands in his pockets.

“Well congratulations kid, you’re now officially an orphan.”

He just buried his face into his knee’s, trying to stem the flow of tears. He didn’t need to be told that his mother was dead, he already knew, but somehow the thought gave him little comfort. He gave off a squeak of fear when a pale, clawed hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to his feet, while the monster kneeled down to his level. Terrified though he was, he was surprised to find the creatures expression to be rather soft and non-threatening somehow, and he listened as it spoke

“Now you make something of yourself you hear me? I want you to be as happy, healthy, and most importantly, ALIVE as you could possibly be, for when I come for you.”

Suddenly the beings mouth split open wide and sharp teeth dug into the boys shoulder. He was almost too surprised to cry out in terror, but he quickly felt his eyesight begin to dim and his consciousness to slip as the monster also placed one of its large hands across the top of his head, with the last thing he felt being a long tongue going back and forth over the stinging wounds in his shoulder.
He left the boy laying there on the balcony to deal with the results of that night when he regained consciousness, with no memory of what really happened, or the monster that caused it, or the debt he owed that it would one day come to collect.

Description
A young boy of 9 reads about Sexual Offenderman. The boy has been hurt and raped by his mother. This boy wants revenge. He finds one of Smexys victims and recovers their rose. He gives it to his mother. The little boy knows he touched the rose but he doesn’t care. He waits outside on the crumbling deck of his welfare house and waits into the night.
As he dozes off he hears a dark voice from behind him

“What do you think you’re doing?”

The 9 year old boy covered his eyes, scared but staying calm "I am waiting for my mothers screams." He replied simply. His thin frame braced itself as he debated whether to look up and see what could be a horror or whether to keep his eyes shut and not look.
The low, alluring rumble of the creatures voice reply’s with amusement.

“I’m not a Hit man you know. Amusing as all this is I don’t appreciate being used for your own personal revenge.”

The boy looked up with tear filled eyes and a cold stare that showed a hollow soul "I wanted to curse her. I read about your roses. She would get what she gives me. The articles said you wouldn’t care" the boy stares up at him, unfazed on the outside, screaming in terror on the inside. Madness grips his heart as he craves revenge too much to be scared of the creature in front of him. His anger is venomous around him, his hatred and hurt stabbing the air. To this Smexy just smiled, showing off his long pointed teeth.

“Do you want her dead, or do you just want her gone? You won’t remember anything about me no matter what you ask me to do, and to have her stay would be to just watch her break without knowing why.”

The boy nodded and looked down "Let her suffer.... Like I suffered. Let her suffer and do what you want!" He looks up at Smexy, rage in his eyes "Do what you want but make her hurt, make her feel herself fall to pain. Make her go insane!" He screamed the last part as his rage seethed.
Sexual Offenderman gave a slight nod of the head in response and walked into the boys home, soon loud screaming could be heard, followed by pleading, begging, the sounds of things being broken in a struggle and then more screaming over the sounds of an inhuman chuckle and words of mock comfort about what kind of horrors he was going to do to her, which lead to sobbing and more screaming and the sounds of very violent sex, all of which sickened him greatly, and went on for what felt like hours, hell it very well could have been hours, and it only seemed to get worse. He quickly found himself huddled in the corner of his balcony, his hands over his ears and tears running down his face, wishing he could run away and come back later when the monster was finished, but he couldn’t leave without going back into the house, and at the moment that felt like a fate worse than death.
After a while the sounds were replaced, this time by the sounds of bones being broken. He screwed his eyes shut and pushes himself even further into the corner as more tears run down his face and sobs start escaping from his lips as he starts crying for the noises to stop. Eventually they do, the door slides open, and he can see a pair of black boots and a swish of black trench coat as the monster steps out onto the balcony, then casually leans against the wall, his hands in his pockets.

“Well congratulations kid, you’re now officially an orphan.”

He just buried his face into his knee’s, trying to stem the flow of tears. He didn’t need to be told that his mother was dead, he already knew, but somehow the thought gave him little comfort. He gave off a squeak of fear when a pale, clawed hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to his feet, while the monster kneeled down to his level. Terrified though he was, he was surprised to find the creatures expression to be rather soft and non-threatening somehow, and he listened as it spoke

“Now you make something of yourself you hear me? I want you to be as happy, healthy, and most importantly, ALIVE as you could possibly be, for when I come for you.”

Suddenly the beings mouth split open wide and sharp teeth dug into the boys shoulder. He was almost too surprised to cry out in terror, but he quickly felt his eyesight begin to dim and his consciousness to slip as the monster also placed one of its large hands across the top of his head, with the last thing he felt being a long tongue going back and forth over the stinging wounds in his shoulder.
He left the boy laying there on the balcony to deal with the results of that night when he regained consciousness, with no memory of what really happened, or the monster that caused it, or the debt he owed that it would one day come to collect.