extreme rape

As I listen to you cry out your mother’s name I can’t help but wonder what must be going through your little mind. Do you worry about where might she have gone? Forgotten, left alone in this large house all by your little self? Or are you afraid of just being alone? Do you get nervous when mommy runs into another room because she forgot something in it leaving you in an empty room if only for a moment? With tears streaming down your face, you frantically look around as if mommy will magically appear out of thin air. Dare you look for her yourself in this now cold, very empty feeling house? The strange sounds you are hearing are growing louder, but you draw upon the memories of your mommy telling you not to be afraid that it’s just the house settling. You’re too young to know about ambient noise sweetheart, but either way it doesn’t matter because you are definitely hearing something right now. What was once seemingly mixed in with the backround noise is now its own distinct sound…my breathing. Getting heavier and heavier the closer you decide to venture into your mommy’s bedroom. Could she be in there? You’re not supposed to go into mommy’s room without permission, isn’t that right? But, you’re alone and you’re looking for her and you promise you won’t touch anything you just want to find mommy and be happy again. Yes, yes come into mommy’s room, because you’re absolutely right you will find her in here…with me. You just have to be a brave little girl and be a little imaginative, too. I watch you as you cross the threshold your face dropping as you realize mommy isn’t laying in her bed napping like you do during the afternoon. I mean, that’s how this all started isn’t it? You were taking a nap and woke up to find yourself all alone. With increasing anxiety you strode into the hallway where mommy always is when you wake up from your nap waiting for you with a bright smile and a big hug except this time the hallway is empty and in fact the whole house is silent except for that sound coming from mommy’s room. There! She must be there! Only she isn’t. At least so it seems. And now you look my way, through the closet slats I can see your bright eyes glistening with a renewed hope that only someone as young and naive such as yourself could have at this notion. Mommy’s in the closet! That’s her I hear! She’s playing a game…hide and go seek! That’s not nice mommy, but I love you just the same because I know we’ll have fun together all day long like we always do! You ignore the fact that another sound has been introduced to the mix. What’s causing this new sound you simply wouldn’t understand at your age or at least you shouldn’t. As you grip the knob and turn the handle, I look over at your mommy’s glazed eyes staring into oblivion and smile at her. She’s done well by raising such a smart, beautiful little girl. Though your eyes are open yet you cannot see, I hope you will enjoy what I have in store for you, dear little Annalee.