Chapter 3: The dream

In a cozy room, a scene is unfolding. A mother and her child are leaning against each other on the sofa, in front of them is a computer screen playing the greatest movie of all time, Blindside.

The mother has brown hair cascading over her shoulders and a gentle face. Nestled beside her is a 5-year-old boy with blonde hair and an adorable face.

After the movie ends, the mother asks softly, "Did you like the movie?"

"It was an amazing movie," the innocent boy replies.

"Oh, could it be better than the cake I made?" the mother said inquisitively.

"No, Mom's apple pie is the best in the world," the boy replied while hugging her tightly.

The mother stroked her child's hair and said, "That's the right answer, my dear, and there's a reward for that. Can you guess what it is?"

Looking up at his mother's beautiful face, the boy's eyes sparkled. "Apple pie!" he exclaimed.

"Right again, how can you be so smart?"

"Because I am Mommy'son."

"True again, my Ryan is a little genius" the mother laughed and lifted the child up, making him giggle with delight.

After a few minutes, Ryan was playing with Lego while eating apple pie, while Becca was preparing dinner. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Let me get it," the curious little boy immediately raced to the door, thinking it might be their neighbor Susie with some new food to share. However, when he opened the door, the figure outside brought him nothing but fear and anger.

Standing right outside was a tall middle-aged man with a scruffy beard and a smile that couldn't be more fake (to Ryan).

The man spoke up: "Hey, kid, is your mom at home ?" As he spoke, he tried to step inside the house, but Ryan immediately slammed the door shut. His voice echoed outside, "Get lost, you jerk! Nobody wants you here."

As soon as he closed the door and turned around, he was immediately confronted by his mother. "Who was that, Ryan?" Her voice was still soft, but Ryan could sense the coldness in each word.

"Nothing's wrong, Mom. It's just that Susie came to visit, but she remembered she had an important matter to attend to and went back home," Ryan immediately explained.

"Oh really? Then why did I hear a man's voice? What are you hiding from me, Ryan?" she said with a skeptical tone.

"Nothing, really. Maybe you were just tired and heard it wrong. You should go rest in your room, or you might get sick," Ryan insisted on defending his lie.

But suddenly, a voice from outside interrupted, "Hey, Becca, my love, it's time to go. We need to hurry, or we'll be late."

"I'm here, just wait a moment and I'll come out," Becca said as she quickly took off her apron and fixed her clothes before heading towards the door. However, she was stopped just as she took a step out.

"No, Mom, you can't go. I won't let you go," Ryan shouted as he used all his strength to push his mother away from the door. But his strength was no match for his mother's.

"Be a good boy, Ryan. Mommy will be back soon, and I'll bring lots of gifts for you too. Stay home and help me take care of the house, okay?"

"No, I don't need any gifts, and I don't want to be good. I just want you to stay home, Mom, please don't go," Ryan began to cry.

"Oh, my foolish Genius, you have to let me go," Becca lightly patted him before continuing to walk away.

"No, I don't want to," Ryan tried everything but couldn't delay his grandmother's steps. He held onto her dress tightly, pulling with all his might, but the result was the fabric tearing away from the dress, causing Ryan to lose balance and fall.

When he got up, his mother had already gone far, walking towards a black car. Inside the car was the man who had come to Ryan's house earlier, but he looked very different now. His eye sockets were sunken, his eyes turned into ink, and his mouth was wide open, almost touching his ears. He turned towards Ryan and gave him a sinister smile.

Without any hesitation, Ryan ran outside, trying to catch up with his mother, but it was in vain. No matter how fast he ran, the distance between them only grew wider. Eventually, he collapsed from exhaustion, while his mother had already climbed into a black car that quickly drove away, leaving the poor boy behind.

"No, no, you can't do this. I won't allow it. Give her back to me!" Ryan slammed his hand hard on the ground, and to his surprise, the entire ground cracked open, his blue eyes now emitting a golden light that evaporated all his tears.

He got into a running position, and his body continued to grow, finally stopping at the age of 14. The ground under him was shaking, the air around him twisted as if they couldn't handle his presence.

After a while, Ryan moved, exerting his legs, and his body flew straight ahead. Everywhere he flew past, everything shattered and vanished, the speed constantly increasing, and the distance between him and the car was also constantly being shortened.

"Just a little more, come on, just a little more." And finally, his hand successfully touched the car.

However, before he could enjoy the moment of happiness, the entire car suddenly exploded, the explosion was so strong that it pushed him back.

The scene just now completely drained Ryan's fighting spirit, and he didn't even stop himself but let himself fly freely.

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Before Ryan landed, the entire scene suddenly transformed into a dark room with a dimly lit bulb above his head. Collecting himself, he realized he was fixed to a chair, his hands and feet tightly bound, his mouth gagged, and all his struggling was in vain.

From behind him, a sinister voice echoed, "Don't resist anymore, my little one. There's nothing to be afraid of. We will soon become a family, and you must listen to me."

Emerging from the shadows was a woman, or rather, a creature with a female form. Her face was decaying, infested with worms, and her naked body was repulsive, emitting a foul stench.

She stroked Ryan's blonde hair and gently said, "What a poor child you are, abandoned by your own mother. It's such a pity. But don't worry, from now on, I will be your new mother. I will give you whatever you want, and I will raise you to become the strongest man. Doesn't that sound delightful?" Her hand continued to stroke his face, making Ryan feel nauseous. He wanted to curse, but his mouth was still gagged.

Seeing this, the monster slowly removed the gag from his mouth and said, "My little darling, what do you want to say? Don't be afraid to speak up."

" @##₫&@₫&-#&_#*%©....." Ryan spewed out countless vulgar and vicious curses from his mouth.

The female monster listened silently and smiled, waiting for Ryan to pause before speaking up: "Oh, youth is different, full of vitality, I really like it. However, as a mother, I feel responsible for teaching the child about respecting authority. So, please bear with it."

Her hand had a large amount of electrical energy circulating, and eventually, it gathered on her index finger and poked Ryan's right hand.

The pain invaded his brain, his wrist felt like it was burning but he didn't utter a sound, no begging, just his eyes growing colder.

Not hearing what she wanted to hear, the demoness became very dissatisfied and kept increasing the intensity. When Ryan's skin began to smoke, he finally spoke up: "Having fun yet? Is it my turn now?"

His hand jerked violently, breaking free from the restraints and grabbing her hand, squeezing it hard. At the same time, his left hand tore through the bindings, and his four fingers formed a spearhead aimed straight at the demoness's heart.