A Mother's Sin, A Son's Reckoning

ody of my mother Olivia's engagement party. I was her pro

ively around her waist, a familiar knot tightened

buried my face in her scarf in her private suit

iffing my things like some kind of pervert... I take you in, I give yo

be cleansed. Go to The Gauntlet. You will stay

ive for artists who had committed "grave sin

al ruler and brought it down hard across

avid, her fiancé, reached out to pat my head, a casual, condescending gesture. M

"Have you learned your lesson?" she

urred, "Yes, I unde

her, but it only made her uneasy. She didn'

urning water. Next, the mansion, my home, was empty of my beloved cat Mittens, rehomed

orced chugging until I choked and vomited. I gulped it

nts," forcing me to prepare for violation. I fumbled frantically, unable to respond

I was pathetic, disgusting, tainted. She left me on the floor, the

d my own hand and began to slap my face, a desperate plea f

old, hard floor. I ju