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What has my child become?

featured guest submission by [silent_voice]



What has my child become?
A soft step, the dragging of a bag, silence. Another step, more dragging, silence. This is all the babysitter heard as she lay there, spread out over the cold table, arms shackled and taught, legs, tight and unable to move. She whimpered again at the gag stuffed in her mouth. Where was he? Where was SHE!? The sight of eyes watching her almost made her scream, in fact, it would have, if she could talk. The six year old boy walked closer, dragging behind him a bag. His ghostly white face and blue eyes scared her even more as she could see he held no remorse in them, for they were cold dead eyes.

Standing on the chair he tilted his head “Having fun yet?” He asked in an innocent sounding voice, he didn't seem to know what he was doing was wrong. She started fighting at the bondings screaming at him through the muffled gag. The child giggled “Yeah i know, playing dungeon is so much fun, specially when your actually in a dungeon.” He lent closer, moving to her ear he whispered, with a voice that seemed so much older than the child itself “Nobody can hear you precious babysitter.” Her movements stopped, she now not only feared what he would do to her, but fear what he would do to her after he was finished his little game.

The child stepped down, hefting the bag up on a table he dumped the things unceremoniously on the table, her eyes widened at the sight, Scissors, a pizza cutter, pliers, a saw, a butchers knife, and a Stanly knife. She whimpered and started crying. Turning away from his implements he looked at her and walked back to her side “Wow... your good at this game, those look real!” She screamed at him again, trying to get it across to him that they were real and he needed to let her go. Turning away, still thinking it was a game he walked back over, taking the scissors and walking back to her “Now stay very...very... still.” She whimpered and tears rolled down her cheeks as he began cutting away her hair, large clumps falling to the floor, landing in a pile, her hair had been her pride, nice and thick, lovely and brown and this child, no, this demon had cut it away.

After cutting her hair almost bald the child smiled “Good. It looks nice.” tilting his head he began to lower the scissors to her eyebrows “If you move, you might be hurt. Stay very still.” He said gently, but behind it was force, she knew now if she moved, she would hurt herself. So still she stayed. Slowly he cut her eyebrows, removing the hair completely. Moving the scissors down he began cutting away at her eyelashes, his hand steady for a small child. Her eyes wide with fear she didn't blink, she barely breathed as he completed his work. When he finished he smiled broadly and kissed her cheek “Good.” He clapped joyously and walked back to the bench, depositing the scissors.

She had begun to cry again, in fear, in hate, in desperation, it was all she could do. Suddenly he was by her side again, in his hand held the Stanly knife, slowly the blade came out, she watched it in fear surprised when he began to cut away at her clothes, removing them like surgeon. When she lay there in her underwear did he stop, looking at her slim strong young body “You look nice.” He said after a moments contemplation. Surprised by this, she didn't know how to react, the tears stopped for a moment, looking at him with wide eyes. Turning to her he smiled sweetly then began to cut away her undergarments. As he finished the doorbell rang. Looking at the door he frowned “Ill be back then we can play more.” He put the stanly knife down on the bench, walking away and out of the door.

Opening the door he looked up at the tall man standing there “Hello i was wondering where Kelly was, she is supposed to be home by now.” he said frowning. The eight year old smiled softly “My Mother hasn't come home yet, so Kelly is still looking after me, ill tell her to come home when Mother returns.” The man nodded slowly “Can i speak to her for a moment?”

The small boy looked around for a moment before looking at the man “I'm sorry... she is on the toilet. If you like ill get her to call you.” Again the man nodded before turning away and walking down the drive, wondering how such a small child was so..... what was he? A small voice in the back of his mind answered... abnormal.

Returning to the room the child smiled softly “That was your daddy. He said you have to call him after our game.” He said happily and walked further into the room, looking at her nails and tilting his head. Going to the table he picked up a pair of pliers. She whimpered and tried to tell him to stop, that this wasn't a game, but all she could do was whimper.

Walking around the table he set the pliers on the first nail “I dont like nails. I bite mine.” He told her before heaving back, ripping out her nail by its roots. Kelly screamed into the bandage as loud as she could and writhed at the agony through her finger, tears streaming down her face as he moved from finger to finger, ripping out the nails one by one. Walking back to the table he set out his bloody collection of her nails “You have pretty nails Kelly. I always liked them.” He said happily and turned back to her, seeing her crying in pain. Walking up to her he reached up and removed her gag, asking “Whats wrong?”

Her response was a crying scream “LET ME GO YOU DEMONIC BASTARD! DANIEL YOU LET ME GO NOW!” Daniel looked down, seemingly upset, she still cried, her hands almost numb from the pain. Daniel lifted his head once more, the Stanly knife in hand “I like your lips.” He said softly, with no malice at all.

Her eyes widened “NO!! NO!! NO NO NO!!!!” She blatantly screamed. Daniel nodded his head slowly “Okay. Ill take them later.” He moved back and walked to the bench, looking at the tools there he realised he would need her toenails to complete his collection. Walking back to her with pliers once more he walked to her feet, without another word he began to rip the nails out, grunting with the effort. Her screams, now loud and un-held back raced through the house, but that was all, completely soundproof, the house was a place where someone could scream bloody murder, as Kelly was now, without anybody hearing.

Daniel suddenly stopped, tilting his head he looked up at the clock against the wall “Mother will be getting home shortly. Kelly, you stay here and i will be back later.” He said happily, putting her now red toenails underneath her fingernails. Kelly began screaming again. “DONT YOU LEAVE ME DOWN HERE, YOU LET ME GO DAMNIT!!!” Daniel stopped, walking back to her he frowned “Don't scream at me.” His face twisted to a growl as he grabbed her ear and yanked it, twising “Everyone always yells at me, im sick of it, don't yell at me, Kelly.” With that he turned and walked away, shutting the heavy door behind him.

- By [silent_voice]




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