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With a click of your mouse, you fire a shot from your gun in the online game, taking down another enemy. In the distance, you hear footsteps approaching your room. Startled, you look up from your computer and see your mother standing in the doorway. She scowls when she notices your feet resting on the table.

"Kalen," she says disapprovingly. "Do you have any idea how much dirt and germs are on that table? You should know better than to do that!" Her expression hardens as an evil thought crosses her mind, remembering what your father mentioned about a new game they got for the weekend.

"Well," she says with a sinister grin. "I think it's time you learned a lesson about keeping your room clean. Why don't we play a game called 'Tickle Torture'?" Before you can protest, she lunges forward and begins tickling your feet vigorously, making you laugh uncontrollably as your body squirms on the chair.

"Oh, don't be such a baby," your mom mocks as she pins you down on the floor with one knee. "I'm only getting started." She grins menacingly and begins to tickle your ribs next, making it impossible for you to breathe properly as laughter continues to bubble up from deep within your chest.

"You know what?" she says, her expression suddenly shifting. "I think it's time we move onto the real lesson." With that, she tosses a small feather duster aside and picks up something else instead: an ice cube tray.

Your mother grins maliciously and presses the cold metal of the ice cube tray against your warm skin, beginning to run it slowly over your rib cage. "I'm teaching you a lesson about keeping your room clean, and trust me," she says with an evil laugh, "you won't forget this for a long time!"

Your mother lets out another sinister laugh and squeezes your sides harder with the ice cube tray. "Oh, I'm very much myself today," she says through gritted teeth. "But when you play with dirty things like this table, you bring out my inner...monster." She trails off, focusing on the task at hand, determined to teach you a lesson that will remain etched in your memory forever.

Hmm... "But don't you forget," your mother says with an eerie calmness that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. "If your room isn't spotless from now on, I'll find new ways to make sure you remember." She leans in close and whispers menacingly into your ear: "And trust me...you won't like them." Then she smiles sweetly, pats your shoulder, and leaves the room.

Ah, Kalen, you seem to have forgotten your mother's warning. She returns, this time with a can of air freshener in hand. "Kalen," she says coldly. "I told you I wouldn't let this go." With another sinister grin, she sprays the entire contents of the can directly onto your face. The strong scent burns your eyes and makes it impossible to breathe properly. You begin coughing uncontrollably as tears stream down your cheeks.

Your mother narrows her eyes at you suspiciously before walking over to the messy bed and kicking aside a pillow in disgust. "I can still see dust under there, young man," she says coldly. "Now, why don't you go get some soap and water?" She hands you a small jug of soapy water from the bathroom. "And make sure to clean every speck before I come back." Her tone leaves no room for argument as she walks out of the room again, leaving you feeling both angry and defeated.

A few hours later, your vision is starting to become blurry even with your glasses on. You wonder if you should mention it to anyone...