Third-person POV
Breaths quicken, heartbeats rapid, muscle tensing at each tough, a feeling of disgust filling his lungs. A hand wraps around his bare stomach to lift him just to the right position for easy entrance. He tries to keep the sound in only for it to burst out as a whimper. A hurting whimper. He feels ill to the stomach, but under the grip of the monster he can't be saved he can't be free he is only a toy to him, just to be used. A tear slips from his closed eyes hitting the sheet under him.
"You're mine." A slurring voice says.
The scenario changes yet again, to a different background.
Freddy is sitting around the dinner table in a blue sweater and black skinny jeans. He is happily reading a book, with the windows wide open setting on show the beautiful garden and the perfe
