"Sure... your wish is my command, my beautiful Baby.”
The man’s voice was a haunting, feather-light caress that chilled the boy more than any roar could. Saying this, the psycho flipped the guy over, making him lay on his stomach. The sudden shift in perspective sent the boy’s world spinning, and behind the darkness of the blindfold, his eyes went wide in horror.
He was now pressed face-down into the mattress, his cuffed hands straining awkwardly against his lower back, leaving him completely exposed and unable to see the monster's next move.
The darkness of the blindfold made every sound magnified, every touch a terrifying shock to his overstimulated nerves. He could hear the man’s heavy, rhythmic panting just inches above his skin, a sound of a predator preparing for the kill.
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