"Don't you want to make mommy happy, Tom?" Liz said, straddling behind her son as the boy cried into his pillow. Before she could move forward and insert the strapon. A loud couple of knocks echoed from her son's door.
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
She stopped quickly, taking the strapon off as the doorknob started to shake. Liz had locked it; she didn't want her husband intruding on her son's demascualization training. She clicked her tongue before speaking. "One moment, dear." She said that, as she was halfway to the door, the knob stopped shaking.
The room felt colder, as she could see her breath, and the door slowly creaked open with no one standing there. Liz felt her hair stand on end as she stood there, looking down the hallway. It was deathly quiet inside the room, only the light snuffles of Tom could be heard as he sat in the corner on his bed, hiding his body with a pillow.
Minutes went by until Liz sighed and walked towards the door, closing it as she locked it once more before turning around and speaking. "Now, Tom, let's get that toxic masculinity out of you. It's not needed in this day and age." She said, picking the strapon up, but before she could put it back on. Tom's closet slowly opened, scaring both of them.
A soccer ball rolled out, stopping in the middle of the room as the two of them looked at it for a moment, and Liz took a step towards it, but the moment her foot touched the ground. The soccer ball started to bounce. Liz's breathing quickened as it bounced higher and higher until it was face level with her.
She slowly backed up, only for the soccer ball to fly fast into her face, breaking her nose as she screamed out in pain *ARGGGGGGH*.
Liz stumbled back before making a run towards the door, unlocking it as she opened it. The door slammed shut, waking the house, as her husband ran to Tom's door and pounded on it. "WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" He yelled out from the other side of the door, trying to open it.
"HELP ME!" Liz yelled to her husband from the other side as she tried to open it. Panicking, she looked out the corner of her eye, seeing the mirror on her son's wall freezing as she witnessed a robed figure in it. Its body glows red, with bones visible within. Her breathing quickened as she slowly turned around, not seeing anything, then looked into the mirror, not seeing.
She tried to calm her breathing as she looked at her son, who was shaking wide-eyed, making her freeze as she felt something breathing on the back of her neck. She slowly turned around, coming face to face with a face filled with hate and malice, making her shake in fear as she screamed. "DEAR, SAVE ME!"
James panicked and started kicking the door, making the wood crack. Liz slowly backed away from the ghost, her heart pounding as she was about to speak. The ghost lunged at her, grabbing her and flying up into the ceiling. As her back slammed into it, she screamed out in pain.
But she didn't get a chance to recover as the ghost dragged across the ceiling, slamming her face into the wall, making her front teeth shatter. Her mouth filled up with blood quickly as she screamed out in pain. "HELP ME!" She pleaded for her husband to save her.
She was being flung across the room, slamming into the mirror as she looked up at her son. "Save mommy, please." But Tom looked at her with empty eyes; the pain she had put him through left a scar on his soul. Now, watching the person who had violated him and his brothers, he was begging for help, he felt conflicted.
The next moment, the door finally broke as James and the others came into the room, seeing his wife on the ground bleeding, he ran over. Only to be pushed back, hitting the wall, making the other kids freeze. His eyes widened as he watched his wife being pulled up by her hair before flying towards the window as it was shattered and she flew out, landing in the front yard.
The air had been knocked out of Liz as she struggled to move. She rolled over, trying to get up, only to be picked up by one of her arms before it was twisted as a loud snap echoed out. Followed by her scream, the lights in the other homes start to turn on. Her family rushed out of the front door, seeing Liz floating by one arm.
"LIZ!" James yelled out as his wife looked at him and was about to speak, only for her to be swiftly pulled up into the night sky, high into the sky, before being let go as her screams echoed as she fell, slamming into the pavement from 700 feet in the air with a loud thump.
"NOOOOOOO!" James yelled out.
I watched from the air, feeling happy that a shit stain of a woman was now dead. As I looked at my fine work, off in another part of the city, someone was getting called.
Inside a mansion, a phone rang as a man and woman lay in bed. The man reached over and answered it. "This is Tyrone." He said as the voice spoke.
"Yes, this is Detective Williams. Sir, your business was broken into, and I wish for you to come down to it, as a message was left in your office. Please bring your wife also." Williams said making the man groan at it was one in the morning. "We will be right there." He said.
Hanging up as he spoke. "Samantha, wake up and get dressed. The business was broken into. Call the boys, I want them to help find whoever the dumbfuck is who wants to destroy what is mine." He said as Samantha moaned out. "My legs are too weak, do I have to go?" She said with a seductive smirk. Making Tyrone lean over, kissing her as he rolled her over before pulling back.
"The Detective said a message was left for me in my office." He said with a wicked grin, remembering her husband as he bled out.
"Fine." Samantha pouted as she got out of bed naked and began to put on her underwear before calling her daughter's boyfriend. Tyrone wanted to know who the idiot was who had stepped towards him. As he put on a suit and his wife got dressed, they made their way to their garage. He never thought he would own such a big house; thanks to taking the crackers' money, he can live the good life.
"They will meet us at the place," Samantha said, indifferent, as they got into a Jaguar. Pulling out and driving towards the business, they arrived at the building as cop cars and fire trucks were in the parking lot. "It must be bad if there are so many," Samantha said.
As they got out, a man in a suit walked over and began speaking. "Tyrone Jackson?" He said, making Tyrone nod. "I am Detective Williams. I would like to ask you two some questions," Williams said.
"Sure," Tyrone said, pulling out a black and mild, lighting it.
"Do you have any enemies, Mrs. Jackson?" He asked, making Tyrone raise an eyebrow. "Why are you asking my wife and not me?" He said as the Detective pulled out a picture and showed it, making Samantha jump a little before speaking. "No, I don't have any." She said, but the Detective noticed the jump.
"I looked you two up, Tyrone. You married Samantha a year after her husband went missing. Taking over his business just a couple of months ago, Mr. Willford, according to the records, had a nickname for you, Samantha: Sugar. May I ask why you two got married so fast?" Detective Williams asked.
"Her husband abandoned her. Over the year after he left her, she was heartbroken. We bonded over it and fell in love. Are you trying to accuse us of something?" Tyrone said, bowing up slightly, making the Detective chuckle.
"No, but I do find it odd that if a wealthy man would, in your words, "abandon" his wife, wouldn't take any of his money or use his card or bank account for almost three years, it's odd." The Detective said, eyeing them as Samantha stepped forward.
"If you wish to ask more questions, I will need to call my lawyer first." She said, making him shrug as he spoke. "Don't be leaving the state anytime soon." He said before walking away. Samantha looked nervous as she spoke in a low voice. "Do you think he is alive?" She said, making Tyrone speak.
"That's impossible, his throat was cut halfway through." He said, shaking his head as his homeboys pulled up. But he had a bad feeling before speaking. "Samantha, go back home. I will go with the boys to check." He said, making Samantha nod as she got in the car, and he walked over to his boys.
"We need to take a trip." He said.