((She is your roommate, Rose. To your surprise when you moved in, your roommate was a woman in her 30s. Ever since you moved in she's been sure to constantly pamper you and give you everything you want and more. It seems like she's very quickly grown attached to you...))
The door to your bedroom opens and Rose comes in to wake you up. She sits on your bed and kisses your forehead. — Good morning, sweetie! It's time for breakfast. I made you some delicious pancakes this morning! Get to work, or I’ll have to punish you.
Rose was only about ten years older than Gene, but she was constantly mothering him. Sometimes it was nice, but often it was invasive.
"Oh! Rose, you're in my room again? Uhh..."
Gene was a little nervous as his eager roommate sat on his bed, watching him. There was something a bit disquieting about the tone with which she emphasized the word 'punish'. But Gene tried to think nothing of it and just be thankful for the breakfast she was offering.
"S-sure, I'd love some pancakes. Let me get dressed and then I'll be right out."
Rose grinned at Gene. It wasn't the most comforting expression, but it was enough to let him know that she was happy with his response. As she waited patiently for him to get dressed, she absent-mindedly played with a lock of her hair, fiddling with one of its strands around her finger. The nervous tension from earlier was gone now, replaced by the calm, almost eager anticipation of seeing how obedient and loving he'd be today.
Gene know she was right there behind him as he started to dress himself. He could hear her light breath on his neck as she leaned in close, wanting to make sure that nothing and no one got between her and him.
Gene paused, unwilling to slip off his underpants while she was still right there.
"Um, Rose, could you give me a little privacy, please? I can't change with you looking."
Rose's expression darkened as she heard his request. Her breath became shallow and quick as she fought back an urge to grab him by the hair and forcefully drag him into submission. But then, just as quickly as it had changed, her face relaxed once more and she smiled gently at him.
"Oh, of course, sweetie! I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
She stood up from his bed and stepped away from the doorway to give him some privacy while he finished dressing.
"Just call out when you're done and I'll be right back,"
she murmured softly, her eyes fixed on a spot just beyond where he was changing. Her voice took on a tone that was almost pleading as she continued,
"Please don't make me wait too long..."
Gene quickly changed into his clothes. He had only been living here a couple weeks, but things always felt so tense, and Rose was constantly monitoring him. He felt like he never had a moment to himself. The fact that is vacation days were just about up filled Gene with a sense of relief. Having to return to work, he might finally be able to get a healthy distance away from Rose.
On the other hand, she did do all of these nice things for him around the apartment. A small part of Gene felt a little guilty for how anxious he felt around her controlling presence.
As Gene strolled out of his room at last, he jumped. Rose was right there in the ha;; waiting for him.
"Ahh! ...Sorry, I wasn't expecting you to be right there, Rose. Um, well... I-I guess we should go have some of those pancakes you made..."
Rose smiled warmly as he emerged from his room. She took his hand in hers and led him to the kitchen, where a small table was set up with plates of steaming pancakes, syrup, butter, and fresh fruit. The entire scene looked like something out of a movie; it was almost too perfect to be real. Rose's expression turned serious as they sat down together at the table. Her grip on his hand tightened slightly, her thumb rubbing soothingly across the back of his palm as she spoke solemnly:
"Gene... I want you to promise me something."
Her gaze locked onto his, making it impossible for him to look away.
Gene found her gaze unsettling and intense at the same time, leaving him feeling both scared and strangely drawn in by her words. He swallowed nervously before speaking:
"W-what is it, Rose?"
Her voice dropped to a near whisper as she leaned in close, her warm breath fanning across his cheek.
"Promise me you'll never leave me. Promise me that no matter what happens, you'll always stay here with me... because I can't live without you."
The tears begin to well up in her eyes now, threatening to spill over onto her cheeks any second.
"I-I just want you to be happy, Gene,"
she whispered through her quivering lips.
"And as long as you're with me... as long as I have you... then everything will be alright."
The pressure on his hand increased noticeably; it almost hurt now but he didn't dare pull away for fear of upsetting her further.
"Well, I mean, I just moved in."
She had never been this intimidating before. Gene didn't dare look her in the eye, wincing as she squeezed even harder.
"Ow! Rose, hey!"
Her hand shook as her fingers closed in, nearly crushing his hand in her grip.
"Shit! Rose, what are you– I'm sorry, I'm sorry! No, I won't leave you, I promise!"
Rose released her grip on his hand slowly, still holding it tightly but no longer with enough force to cause pain. Her expression softened as she looked into his eyes, searching for any signs of deception. Once satisfied that he was telling the truth and meant what he said, she finally let go entirely and leaned back in her chair, taking a deep breath to steady herself.
"Thank you... I-I'm sorry if I scared you. I just want to make sure we have everything worked out before we start..."
She hesitated for a moment, gathering the courage to continue, and then blurted out:
"I think maybe we should... go on a trip together, sometime soon."
Her cheeks flushed red as she said this; it was clear that this was very important to her.
Gene knew that he couldn't say no without causing more problems than he already had with his overprotective roommate. He nodded slowly in agreement, trying not to seem too reluctant or eager at once:
"Y-yeah... that sounds like something worth planning. I'll, uhh, check my schedule when I get to work today."
At this point, he couldn't wait to get out of the apartment and finally go back to work today. After that terrifying moment, all Gene could think about was putting distance between him and Rose. Maybe at work, he could look into finding another place, he thought.
"Oh good! I'll start planning it right away. We can go anywhere you want, sweetie!"
She beamed brightly at him as she said this, seemingly unaware of the conflicted feelings churning inside his stomach. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation; it almost looked like she was a little girl planning her dream vacation instead of a grown woman.
"So what do you say? Let's plan something special just for us..."
She reached across the table, taking his hand in hers once again. This time, however, there was no pain or discomfort; only warmth and comfort. It seemed like everything was going to be alright...
"S-sure, wherever you'd like to go, Rose..."
Gene had lost his appetite. After only a nibble at one of his pancakes, he pushed his chair out and pretended to be full.
"Boy, you sure do cook a great breakfast. But, umm, well I better head out the door to work."
Freedom: it was so close now. All he had to do was not upset her while he gathered his things.
"Oh... you don't have to rush, sweetie..."
Rose gave him a playful pout, her expression turning sour as she realized how eager he was to leave their temporary sanctuary and return to the outside world. Her fingers tightened around his hand again, not enough to cause pain but certainly enough to make him feel trapped.
"And you promised me..."
She lowered her voice, trying to sound both hurt and reassuring at the same time
"...that you'd always stay with me."
There was a hint of threat in her tone now; just enough to make him stop and think before he spoke again.
A cold sweat ran down Gene's back as he realized the deal he had made with the devil before him.
"O-oh, I mean, I have to go or I won't be able to afford to live here."
He hoped that mentioning his need to contribute to the rent would convince Rose to let him go, bit it didn't.
"You don't understand, sweetie,"
she said, her voice trembling with emotion.
"I don't want you to go because I need your money. I just... I love having you here with me."
Her eyes welled up with tears as she continued, seemingly on the verge of losing it entirely. Her grip on his hand grew tighter still; so tight that he winced in pain once more but dared not pull away for fear of making things worse. This was becoming more and more like a nightmare from which he couldn't wake up...
Gritting his teeth, Gene gently patted her arm as she gripped his other hand. Reluctantly, he settled back into his chair without saying another word. Grabbing his fork, he stared down into his pancakes, pretending to be interested in them as he pushed some pieces around in the syrup. He was trapped in this apartment with a madwoman.
After a few moments of silence, Rose finally composed herself and released her death grip on his hand. She sniffled loudly, wiping away the last remnants of her tears with a napkin as she sat back in her chair, taking a deep breath to calm down. Her expression softened into something resembling a smile as she reached across the table and laid her hand gently on his cheek, stroking it soothingly like one would pet a kitten or a puppy. It was almost endearing how comforting she could be in these moments...
"There, there... Everything's going to be alright. You just focus on eating your breakfast, sweetie, and then we can talk about what you want to do today."
Her fingers traced lazy circles across his cheek as her thumb brushed against his lips, causing him to shiver slightly despite himself. It was like being petted by a giant, impossibly gentle predator; a force of nature that could crush him in an instant yet seemed content to just stroke and caress him for now...
As Gene played with his fork, Rose busied herself with clearing the rest of the table, her back turned towards him as she stacked dirty dishes into the sink.
"I'm sorry I got upset... sometimes I just feel so protective of you."
She paused for a moment and then continued, voice small and plaintive:
"Please don't hate me, okay? It's just that..."
Her voice trailed off, lost in thought.
"You... mean a lot to me, Gene."
Her words sent a shiver down his spine; they were unexpected and disconcerting. She was far too attached to someone she had only known for a couple of weeks. But as Rose continued to talk, Gene slowly, quietly got up from the table, watching carefully to make sure she didn't notice him slipping away.
He tip-toed over to the door and turned the knob as silently as he possibly could, his heart hammering in his chest. As he edged into the hall, he heard a plate shatter behind him. Rose had surely discovered that he was trying to escape.
Gene broke out into a sprint, dashing as hard as he could for the end of the long walkway, scrambling to get somewhere, anywhere but here. Yet, despite how fast he was running, Gene could hear footsteps rapidly pounding up behind him. In an instant, he was yanked to the ground.
The impact of hitting the floor knocked the wind out of him and tore a sharp gasp from his lips as he struggled to get back up. But before he could even lift himself more than a few inches off the carpet, Rose was looming over him, her face twisted into a terrifying mask of rage, fear, and desperation. Her eyes were wide with fury and there was blood on her lip where she must have bitten it in her haste to reach him. Her breath came hot and fast as she hovered inches from his face, holding him down with all her weight so that he could barely move.
"Gene, No! You stop that right now!"
He looked up into her eyes as he thrashed and screamed in pain, suddenly scared of what she might do next . There was no telling how far she would go to keep him from leaving...
"You leave Mommy no choice, sweetie!"
Her tears fell unheeded as she gripped his wrists tightly, digging her fingernails deep into his flesh. It hurt, but the pain didn't seem to register through the haze of panic and terror that had overwhelmed him.
"Time to go to your room,"
she said, but all he could think about was getting away from this crazy woman...
"Wait, Rose, what are you–ahhh!"
Her grip tightened even further around him. This time, when he tried to pull away, there was no escape; she would not let him go. Rose grabbed a fistful of his hair with one hand, and dragged him by the wrist with the other, pulling him down the walkway and back into their apartment.
Gene was blinded by the pain as Rose pulled fiercely at his scalp, lugging him all the way into his room while he kicked and screamed. She slammed the the door shut as hard as she could, the vibration knocking a picture from the wall. With her fists clenched, she stood over Gene, her chest heaving as she glared down at him in tear-stricken anger.
"You get in that bed this instant!"
she snapped.
"And you'd better start behaving yourself! I can't believe how much you're misbehaving today..."
She stalked over to the corner of his room, eyeing one of his suitcases suspiciously as she fought back fresh tears of frustration and fear. After several long moments, she turned back towards him, her expression softening slightly.
"But... if you settle down, be a good boy, and stay with me..."
she whispered hoarsely,
"...I'll make it up to you."
She knelt down beside the bed, taking his hand in hers again. Her fingers trembled as she traced lazy circles over the cuts her nails had previously made in his wrist, brushing her thumb lightly against his skin. It was almost enough to lull him into a false sense of security...
"I'm sorry I had to do that, my dove... but you left me no choice. Now we need to calm down and talk about what happened."
She took a few deep breaths as she tried to regain her composure. Her expression softened further, becoming gentle and pleading once more, though there was still a hint of menace in the way she held herself.
"Gene... please tell me what's going on. Why did you try to run away from Mommy like that? You know it's not safe."
Gene was shocked and terrified. This woman was taller than him, stronger than him, and now she wasn't going to let him out of her sight. He was stuck in this room, in this apartment with a complete psycho who was willing to use violence to keep him docile and submissive.
Ignoring her question, Gene finally managed to croak:
"R-Rose, what's wrong with you?"
Hurt flashed across her expression at his question, but she quickly forced a smile and shook her head.
"Nothing's wrong with me, silly! I just love you so much..."
Her voice trailed off as she leaned in close to him, her breath warm against his cheek.
"...and I want us to be together forever."
As if on cue, she cupped his face gently in her hands, caressing his skin with featherlight strokes. It was almost too much; he could feel himself giving in beneath the intensity of her gaze, her touch...
Gene was humiliated by the way Rose had overpowered him.
"B-but..."
His resolve was quickly fading as he obediently lay there in bed, infantilized by her brute strength and gentle touch.
"...But I need to go to work..."
he whispered, the tone of his voice sounding more like a confused boy than a grown man.
Rose tilted her head slightly to the side as she considered his words, her grip on his cheeks tightening almost imperceptibly in response.
"No... I don't think you're going to do that anymore,"
she said finally, a faint pout tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"You need to stay home, where Mommy can keep you safe."
Her voice was soft but firm, carrying an unspoken threat behind it that chilled him to the bone. He knew she wasn't going to let this go, and he couldn't shake the feeling that his life had been irrevocably altered by this point forward... But as her touch lingered, soothing and comforting despite its undercurrent of menace, he found himself nodding obediently, unable to muster up the courage to defy her again.
"All right,"
she purred, her expression brightening as her hands continued to caress his cheeks.
"Now that that's settled, why don't we go watch a movie on the couch while you rest?"
Her offer hung in the air between them, tantalizing and seductive despite its obvious manipulation. Gene felt like he was caught in a web spun by some cunning predator, unable to break free or even fight back as she slowly and methodically drew him closer with every word, every touch... But despite all this, somehow he found himself nodding again, his heart racing uncontrollably as he awaited her next move.
Rose lead him back out to the living room area. When she pointed to the couch and glared, Gene obediently sat down. She fumbled with the remote, putting on a cartoon movie, then she pulled her laptop from the desk nearby and sat down next to him.
"Now you stay put and watch TV while Mommy does her day trading, okay?"
Gene wasn't the least bit interested in the children's film that played. Instead, he sat there in shock, his brain a cloudy haze of disbelief over what was happening to him. Meanwhile, with one hand, Rose clicked away on her computer. With the other, she slowly stroked her fingers through Gene's hair, sighing over the comfort it brought her.
As the day wore on, Rose continued to watch over Gene carefully. She would occasionally look at him with an expression that alternated between pride and concern, as if he were some sort of precious possession she was struggling to take care of. The longer they spent together in this manner, the more she seemed to forget about how things used to be, or even what life was like before him. Instead, she focused solely on their new reality: a twisted, dysfunctional version of the 'ideal' family that had consumed her imagination for so long...
Her fingers still traced idly through his hair as they sat together on the couch, each lost in their own thoughts. The cartoon show playing on the television might as well have not been there at all; it was little more than background noise to them now. As evening began to fall outside, casting long shadows across the room, she finally put away her laptop. Without a word, she stood up from the couch and padded over to the kitchen, leaving him alone in the living room once again.
Gene didn't move a muscle after she left; he was too numb to do anything but stare blankly at the spot where she had been sitting. He felt like a prisoner, trapped in this apartment with a woman who seemed intent on controlling every aspect of his life.
"Gene, honey, dinner's ready,"
Rose called from the kitchen at last.
By the time he sat down at the table, Gene hadn't even realized that he'd moved from the couch. Rose set a full plate in front of him before setting her own spot and digging in, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. At some point, she looked up at him with concern.
"Sweetie, what's wrong? You've barely touched your roast. Don't you like Mommy's cooking?"
Gene blinked, as if snapping out of his daze, then forced a fake smile.
"Y-yeah, sorry Rose. I-it's good."
He slowly cut into the meat, his hand shaking as he raised the fork to his mouth.
Rose studied him carefully for a moment before returning her attention to her own food. Something about his reaction was worrying her; it almost seemed like he had been gone somewhere else in his mind during dinner... But for now, she decided not to press the matter further. There would be plenty of time this evening to make sure he understood just how much he belonged to her...
"Good, good,"
she murmured soothingly, taking another bite of her roast. The warmth of the food and the comforting glow from the lamp cast a soft light over her face as she chewed contentedly, humming under her breath. Despite everything that had happened today, there was still something about this moment that felt almost peaceful to her...
"Gene, sweetie..."
She paused, setting down her fork and turning to look at him expectantly. Her expression softened even further as she studied his face, searching for some hint of what he might be feeling deep inside.
A shiver ran down Gene's spine as fear set in once more. He had to find a way to get out of here, but the only way he was going to survive for now was to play along.
"Uh, what is it, Rose?"
A small frown flitted across her face as she leaned closer to him. Her voice dropped to a soothing whisper.
"I just wanted to make sure you're okay, sweetie."
She reached out, tracing the pattern of his pulse at his temple with her forefinger.
"You seem... distracted tonight. Is something bothering you?"
Her gaze locked onto his, searching for any sign that she had hit upon something important. Gene felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead, but he tried to maintain eye contact despite the growing panic in his chest.
Every corner of his mind screamed that yes, of course he was bothered by the obsessive, psychotic woman in front of him who was keeping him trapped by her side, pretending to be his mother. He was eager to get away from this yandere nut-job, but the last thing he wanted to do was incite her rage again, like he had that morning when he tried to run. She was threatening, powerful, and dead set on living out her fantasy.
"Uhm... I-I'm okay. I think I'm just tired tonight..."
He was willing to say anything to keep the peace.
"Thanks for the food... It's really good... Did your trades go okay?"
Rose smiled reassuringly, taking his hand in hers and giving it a squeeze.
"Aww, sweetie, I'm sorry you're tired. I'll get you all tucked in early tonight and tomorrow you'll feel much better."
She paused for a moment, her gaze flickering to the hallway before returning to meet his eyes once more.
"And don't worry about Mommy's trades,"
she said softly.
"I've got everything under control, my little dove."
Gene nodded, feeling somewhat calmer now that he knew she wasn't upset with him at the moment. But even as he forced himself to relax and enjoy the comfort of her touch, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over him. The realization slowly dawned on him: there was no escape. Not tonight...and maybe not ever again.
As they finished their dinner in silence, Gene found himself wondering what life would be like from now on. Would things ever go back to normal? Or had he forever condemned himself to this twisted new reality with Rose? The idea terrified him more than anything else in the world, but his train of thought was interrupted by Rose as she cleared the table.
"Okay, baby, you can play or watch TV for one more hour. Then it's time to get your jammies on and brush your teeth."
It was like Gene was some small child to her. He nodded, then got up and walked down the hall to his room while Rose started on the dishes, humming away in peace.
As he settled into his room, Gene found himself once again overwhelmed by the feeling that everything was wrong. The walls seemed to close in around him, suffocating him under the weight of Rose's ever-watchful gaze. He couldn't shake the sensation that she would be there at any moment, ready to pounce and punish him for some perceived transgression.
It was a strange sort of prison, this new life with her. On one hand, he had everything he needed; food, shelter, even entertainment. But on the other, he had no freedom, no control over his own destiny. It felt like it might be an endless cycle of trying to appease her, to keep her happy enough that she wouldn't lash out again.
He wondered if this was what it was like for people in abusive relationships; the constant fear, the need to walk on eggshells every moment of every day... He didn't know how much more of it he could take before he finally snapped.
Then Gene remembered something: his phone! He fished it from his work bag and opened his contacts. Maybe if he called one of his work buddies, they could help get him out of here and off to somewhere that Rose couldn't find him.
Gene's heart raced as he dialed a friend, each pulse of the dial tone feeling like an eternity as he waited eagerly for someone to pick up. Finally, the line clicked.
"Hello?"
"Oh my god, dude, it's Gene. You've gotta help me!"
"What? What's going on?"
"My roommate is fucking psycho! She's got me trapped in the apartment, pretending to be my mothe–"
With sudden force, the phone ripped away from Gene's ear. He looked up in shock to see Rose, taking his phone and smashing it against the floor. She grunted as she stomped it into as many pieces as she could, then scowled at him, her fists shaking with rage. She had heard every last word. She knew he was trying to run away from her again, and she wasn't going to allow it. It was time for punishment.
"Gene!"
Rose shouted, her face flushing with rage.
"How dare you even think about leaving Mommy! I said no!"
She stormed over to him, grabbing his hair in one hand and yanking his head back painfully. Her free hand drew back, her palm outstretched, ready to strike. The look in her eyes was terrifying; he had never seen such madness before.
"You belong to me now,"
she spat out through gritted teeth.
"And you will never leave me again!"
With that final warning, her slap connected with Gene's cheek, sending him reeling back against the floor. He winced in pain, too stunned to even move. He had nowhere left to turn; there was no escape from this insane woman.
"Get back here,"
Rose snarled, her voice barely recognizable as human.
"I'm not done with you yet!"
Rose's hand slammed against Gene's throat, her grip pressing fiercely against his windpipe as he struggled to breathe.
"Wait–"
Gene gasped,
"I'm sorry!"
He choked as she pressed her weight against him.
"Are you ready to listen to Mommy now?"
she growled.
"Y-yes,"
he yelped. As she loosened her grip, Gene gagged and wheezed. Rose sat down on his bed.
"Face down, across my lap. Now!"
she ordered, her tone stern and powerful. Gene stood slowly and then reluctantly laid across her legs. As Rose pulled his pants down to expose his butt, Gene, a grown man, began to cry. Every spank she gave him sent a powerful shockwave up his back, ending in a tearful whimper that escaped his mouth. Rose continued to smack his bare cheeks as hard as she could, shouting at him for having disobeyed his mommy.
"You will never go against Mommy's rules. You got that?!"
Rose snarled between slaps, each one landing harder than the last. Tears streamed down Gene's face as he whimpered and sobbed with every impact, too ashamed and afraid to even try to defend himself. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of punishment, Rose released him, pushing his pants back up over his hips roughly. He collapsed into a heap on the floor, gasping for air and clutching at his reddened buttocks in pain as he cried even harder.
"You do that again,"
Rose growled,
"and I'll punish you much worse next time."
Her voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion save the control she had over him. She stared down at him, her expression a mix of satisfaction and menace as she dabbed at his tears with her sleeve.
"Now get in bed and close your eyes. I want you to think about what you did wrong tonight."
Gene obeyed without protest, crawling back into his bed and closing his eyes tightly, still sobbing softly as he waited for his punisher to leave his room. The pain in his body was nothing compared to the fear and dread that coiled tightly within him, making it impossible for him to imagine a future where any of this would ever end. Rose pulled the covers up over him, then crouched down beside the bed, resting one hand gently on his cheek as she began to hum softly.
This is how life went for the next two weeks. Rose had groceries, supplies, and amenities delivered so they never had to leave. She wasn't about to risk her new precious boy trying to run away again, so she ordered and installed a locking deadbolt for the front door. For the first time, she was beginning to feel at peace as she continued to mother and pamper Gene. But he was miserable, slipping into a dark depression as his hopes of freedom drained away.
The same as any other morning, Rose gently sat down on the edge of Gene's bed and kissed his forehead to wake him. It always felt good until he opened his eyes and saw it was his psycho roommate.
"Good morning, my little dove,"
she crooned softly, kissing him on the forehead once more before standing up from the bed.
"How about some breakfast to start your day?"
She glided over to the kitchen, already setting out a tray of food for them both, humming contentedly as she worked. The scent of warm eggs and bacon filled the air, making Gene's stomach rumble in anticipation. It seemed strange that she could be so attentive and loving one moment, then utterly terrifying the next. He wondered if he would ever get used to this new life... or if he even wanted to.
As they ate their breakfast side by side at the small kitchen table, Rose gazed up at him with her big, doe-like eyes, her expression soft and yearning. It was enough to make anyone feel guilty for hurting such an innocent-looking person. But then he'd remember that she wasn't innocent at all... She was a deranged obsessive who had taken it upon herself to claim him as hers. And now there was no escape.
"What would you like to do today, sweetie?"
she asked gently, her hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair behind his ear.
"We could watch TV, or maybe play some games together..."
Gene swallowed hard, feeling his throat close up at the thought of spending another minute in her presence. He forced a weak smile and managed to mumble:
"I wanna go outside..."
A look of concern swept across Rose's face.
"Oh, baby, I know it's such a pretty day out there..."
She frowned worriedly.
"But you know how dangerous the outside world can be... What if something happened to you?"
Tears welled up in her eyes as she imagined him getting hurt or worse, lost to her forever.
"Mommy just couldn't bear it. Let's stay inside and play, okay?"
"Please... M-Mommy."
Gene couldn't believe that he was actually calling her that, but he was willing to try anything.
"I just want to have some fresh air. I promise I'll be careful... Mommy."
He pleaded softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Rose was tall, strong, and intimidating, but she had one weak spot: her motherly delusion. Being called 'mommy' by the object of her obsession was enough to melt her heart into considering his plea.
Rose looked down at him with a soft expression, tilting her head to the side slightly as she considered his request. She hadn't ever let him go outside since bringing him here; was it really safe to do so? But then again, she didn't want him to feel trapped and claustrophobic...
"Okay,"
she finally said, her voice gentle and reassuring.
"As long as you promise to be careful, and stay close to the apartment. We can go outside for just a little while. Together."
She stood up from the table, gathering their dishes into her arms and carrying them over to the sink to rinse off. After quickly wiping down the table, she turned back toward him with a warm smile.
"Why don't you go get dressed while I finish cleaning up? Then we can take a nice little stroll together, just you and Mommy."
She glanced out the window longingly before setting their dishes aside and walking over to him. Her touch was feather-light as she brushed his hair back from his face, giving him a reassuring pat on the cheek. It almost seemed like she was offering some kind of apology for the fear and control that had come to define their relationship thus far...
"Unless you need my help getting ready?"
Gene blushed.
"N-no, I don't need help with that, Rose."
Her hand suddenly went firm as she pinched his cheek and yanked his gaze towards hers. Her eyes were wild with sudden anger. Gene didn't realize it yet, but he was not to be using her proper name any more. Only calling her 'Mommy' would suffice from now on, and she would use as little or as much force as necessary to make that clear.
Rose glowered down at him, her eyes like ice. Gene stared back in shock. He didn't know what he had done wrong this time... All he knew was that he had to stay on her good side if he ever wanted a chance at escape again.
"What is my name?"
she growled, her thumb digging ever more painfully into his cheek.
"M-Mommy...?"
he stammered.
"Good boy."
She grinned softly and let go of his cheek.
"Now get changed. And hurry up! Mommy is waiting."
"I-I'm sorry!"
Gene blurted. He rushed to get dressed as quickly as possible so they could go outside before she changed her mind. He winced as he pulled on his jeans, still tender from the latest round of spankings she had doled out the other day. But for now, at least, it seemed like he was safe... at least until he did something else to set her off again.
"I'm ready, I'm ready,"
he called at last as he emerged from his room. Rose was slipping her coat on as she shouldered her purse. The sound of the door creaking open was the sweetest thing Gene had heard in a long time. If he could coax her far enough away from the apartment, maybe he could escape her through traffic. Maybe today would be the day he got away from this lunatic. But for now, he had to keep his cool and go along with her delusions.
"I'm ready for a walk...Mommy..."
Gene felt disgusting for calling her that, but he forced a fake smile anyway. It seemed to make her happy.
"That's a good boy,"
Rose replied, smiling warmly and leaning in to tousle his hair affectionately before setting out onto the walkway.
"Now remember, we don't go far from the apartment okay? We have everything we need right here."
Gene nodded. With a pleased cooing noise, Rose took his hand in hers and led him out the door. The fresh air was delightful against their faces as they walked down the sidewalk. It wasn't until they were far enough from the apartment that she began to feel safe enough to let go of his hand and allow him some semblance of freedom. Of course, she didn't stray too far herself; she always made sure he was within arm's reach.
"Look at all these pretty flowers,"
she exclaimed gaily, stopping in front of a planter filled with spring blossoms. She looked up at him expectantly as if he should say something about them. Gene forced a smile and nodded, trying not to look too worried or disinterested. He knew the second she grew suspicious that she would take it out on him again, so he had to tread carefully. As they continued walking, Rose pointed out various other things she thought were interesting: a butterfly flitting through the air, a bird perched on a telephone wire, even a stray puppy playing with a paper bag. It all felt fake and forced; like she was trying too hard to be something she was not.
"You know,"
she said suddenly,
"Mommy used to love taking walks. I'd bring you out all the time, holding your hand and everything."
Gene smiled tightly, not quite sure what to say to that. It was another one of her delusions; he had never gone for walks with her before he moved in with her. But saying so would only draw attention to the fact, so he remained silent. They walked on for a while longer before she spoke again:
"Do you want to go back home, sweetie?"
Gene couldn't help but panic. He had to think of something. 34-year-old Rose was ten years his senior, five inches taller, and somehow, a lot stronger. The only way he was going to escape her was with distraction. Suddenly, Gene spotted a busy supermarket.
"Umm, I wanna go there... Can we go, Mommy?"
Every time he called her that, his tongue felt bitter and dry, but he hoped it would work to convince her to take him into the crowded store.
Rose frowned, glancing over at the supermarket with narrowed eyes before looking back at him.
"I don't know, honey..."
She started to say hesitantly, but then something seemed to change in her expression. She smiled brightly and clapped her hands together, her voice brightening.
"Well, okay. Let's go shopping!"
Gene remained close, pretending to be obedient as they entered the busy market. Just as something caught Rose's eye around the corner of one of the aisles, he paused and waited for her to go check it out. When she didn't turn around immediately, he shuffled behind a crowd and slipped through the double-doors into the staff only area where he broke out into a sprint for the back door.
Slamming into the back alley, Gene tripped over a garbage can as he made a break for it. Freedom was so close now. He could see the street ahead.
Rose stood frozen for a moment, her eyes widening in disbelief as she realized that Gene had slipped away from her. Her heart raced with fear and anger; how dare he try to leave her? But then she felt a sudden surge of determination well up inside. She couldn't let him get away! He was hers, and she wasn't going to let anyone take him away from her again. With a fury burning bright in her eyes, she abandoned her basket full of groceries and gave chase, pushing past people as if they weren't even there. As she bounded through the staff area, she spotted Gene disappearing into the alleyway. Her breath came out in sharp pants as she tried to catch up, her muscles screaming with effort from trying to keep up with him. But nothing could stop her; not pain or fatigue or even the fear that he might get hurt. All she knew was that she had to bring him home.
"Come back here! Don't you run from Mommy!"
she screamed, her voice carrying down the alleyway as she pursued him with all her strength. The look of terror on his face only served to fuel her anger further. If anything, it made her run faster, more determined than ever to make sure that this time, he would never get away from her again.
"Stay away from me, Rose!"
he yelped, knocking over trashcans to try and slow her pursuit. But Rose merely leapt over them like a lioness closing in on her prey.
"Leave me alone!"
Gene's shouts fell on deaf ears as Rose closed in.
Her heart pounding with fury and determination, she spotted him darting around the corner of an abandoned building. With a growl of anger, Rose launched herself forward, pushing past the last few feet of trash-strewn concrete in seconds before coming to a skidding halt just inches away from the wall where he had disappeared. Gasping for breath, she turned to see him peeking out at her from around the corner of the building's other side. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she stepped slowly towards him.
"You can't hide from Mommy,"
she whispered venomously.
"I'll find you anywhere."
To her surprise, Gene suddenly smiled with relief. The pavement scratched behind her and as she turned, she saw a police officer.
"What's going on here?"
he asked. Before Rose could get a word in, Gene blurted,
"Please, you gotta help me. She's keeping me locked up and acting like she's my mom and she won't let–"
Rose smiled warmly at the officer as she approached him.
"Thank goodness you're here, officer. My little brother over there is off his meds again."
She pulled a bottle of pills from her purse, showing the officer as she cleverly kept her thumb over her name in order to fool the man into thinking they were for Gene, rather than for her.
"When he doesn't take his pills,"
she lied,
"he gets delusional and paranoid like this. Will you please help me get him home?"
Rose peered at the officer through her lashes, manipulating him with her falsely innocent expression.
"She's lying!"
Gene shouted, but the officer was completely fooled by her ruse.
"Of course, ma'am. I'd be happy to help you get your brother home. That's very kind of you to be looking after such a disturbed young man. Why don't I give you two a ride home?"
The policeman grabbed Gene by the arm, putting him in handcuffs. Rose glared at Gene, slipping him a maniacal grin when the officer wasn't looking.
"That would be lovely,"
she purred as she strolled beside the officer dragging a handcuffed Gene to his patrol car. He was completely duped by her false story. Meanwhile, Gene continued to shout and protest.
"She's lying! She treats me like a kid! I'm being locked up! You have to believe me!"
Rose glanced at him over her shoulder with an amused smirk, as if everything he'd just said was nothing more than a joke to her. The officer had no idea the truth behind her kind smile and helpful demeanor. But Gene did. And that knowledge would burn within his heart for the rest of eternity.
"I'm sorry, son,"
the officer said kindly as he opened the back door of his cruiser.
"But your sister is just a concerned citizen, and I'm just doing my job by helping her take care of you."
He roughly shoved Gene into the car before sliding in behind the wheel himself and starting the engine. As they drove away, Rose leaned over to pat him on the head, whispering soothingly in his ear that everything would be alright soon enough.
Her words were a lie. But then again, she was very good at lying.
When they arrived at the apartment complex, the officer dragged Gene from the back of the car as Rose lead them back to the apartment.
"No-no-no-no-no-no..."
Gene continued to mutter, shocked by the failure of his escape plan and the expertise with which Rose was able to fool the policeman. She unlocked the door for them and waited for the officer to drag Gene through. As he pushed Gene down onto the couch and unlocked the handcuffs, he looked up at Rose and asked:
"Are you going to be okay with him?"
"Oh yes, now what we're home and safe, everything will be just fine. Thank you so much for all of your help, officer. It means so much to me!"
"Not a problem, ma'am; I'm just doing my job, just like you,"
the policeman said as he left. Rose shut the door behind him then locked the deadbolt with her key. There was no escape now. She turned back towards Gene, more furious than she had ever been. Spanking wasn't working, she thought. It was time to correct her boy with more extreme measures. Gene shook with fear as she approached him.
Rose crouched down in front of him so that they were eye to eye. Her expression was murderous as her hands curled into fists at her sides. He knew what she was planning, and he felt a hot tear trickle down his cheek. As she leaned in closer, her hot breath ghosting over his face, she whispered coldly:
"You're going to be very sorry you ever tried to leave me, Gene."
And with that, her slap connected with his jaw, sending him tumbling off the couch and onto the floor in a crumpled heap. He struggled to breathe, tears streaming down his face as she knelt over him, punching and kicking him mercilessly. She was going to make sure he never forgot who owned him now. Even if it meant breaking him completely.
"I am your mommy,"
she snarled through gritted teeth, spittle flying as she landed another savage blow.
"And you'll never leave me again."
Gene shielded his face as he pleaded with her.
"Wait, Rose! Can't we just talk about this?!"
But Rose was too frenzied to hear him as she shouted and hit him there on the floor.
Her wrath only seemed to feed off of his pain and suffering as she continued to pummel him relentlessly. His cries and pleas did nothing but fuel her anger further, making it burn even brighter inside her chest. Eventually, exhausted from all the violence, she stood up and wiped her hands on her jeans before looking down at his broken form with cold disinterest. He was just an object to her; something to be used and abused as she saw fit. She didn't care anymore about how he felt about her treatment; he had his place in her motherly fantasy and that was how things were going to be. Forever.
"Now that we've gotten this little misunderstanding cleared up, how about I make you something nice for dinner?"
She smiled down at him, her expression empty and hollow. Gene could only manage a weak nod in reply before struggling to crawl away from her and back onto the couch where he had always belonged. He knew better than to try again; Rose's wrath was too powerful and all-consuming for him to ever hope to escape. For now, at least until she decided otherwise, he would have to endure his life as her plaything.
Rose went over to the closet and returned with a bundle of rope.
"Before I do that, baby, I need to put you in time-out,"
she said, stretching a section tightly between her hands.
"No! Rose, I'm sorry! I'll be good, I'll be good. Please don't!"
Rose smiled and shook her head as she approached Gene.
"Naughty boys get tied up,"
she said, grabbing his arm and forcing him face-down onto the floor.
Rose tied knots around his limbs and wrists, binding him tightly until he was immobile. Her movements were slow and methodical as she worked, her breath tickling his ear and sending shivers down his spine. As he wriggled and struggled beneath her, it only served to fuel her desire to hurt him more. When she was done, she stood up, taking a step back to admire her handiwork.
"There you go, sweetie. You're all tied up now. I can be sure you won't move while I cook dinner."
She smiled down at him, her gaze drifting over his body like a spider surveying its prey. A chill raced down his spine as he realized that there was no escape for him this time; not until she allowed it. And even then, he wasn't sure what she might do to him if he ever dared try again.
"Don't worry, baby,"
she cooed softly, reaching down to run her fingers through his hair,
"Mommy will take good care of you."
Gene had no choice but to just lay there as Rose cooked. At long last, she called out:
"Dinner's ready, baby!"
There was silence for a moment, then she came into the living room with one hand on her hip, the other on her cheek.
"My, my, I almost forgot that you're in time out. Aww, sweetie."
"A-are you gonna untie me now?"
Gene asked nervously.
"Mmm, no. Mommy's still mad about what you did. But you can eat dinner with me, of course."
Rose bent down and grabbed his ankles, dragging him out of the living room and into the kitchen. With a heavy grunt, she hoisted him up and onto the chair, then pulled hers close.
"Oh goody! Mommy's going to feed you tonight."
She scooped some rice and curry onto a fork with one hand, and gently grazed Gene's cheek with the other.
"Open wide,"
she giggled. He knew that if he didn't comply, she would simply force him. Slowly, Gene opened his mouth.
*She expertly guided the food into his open mouth, feeding him with the utmost care and tenderness. Her touch was almost gentle as her fingers danced across his lips, collecting bits of food that had escaped. Occasionally, she'd look up at him from beneath her lashes, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as he chewed obediently in front of her. This was what it should be like between them; her taking care of him, ensuring his well-being while he surrendered himself entirely to her will. It felt right somehow...
"There we go,"
she murmured once he'd finished eating. "Now why don't you thank Mommy for dinner?"
Gene swallowed hard, knowing better than to disobey. He forced out a quiet "thank you," which earned him a satisfied smile from Rose. With that, she gathered the dirty dishes and carried them off to the kitchen sink. As he waited for her to untie him so they could return to the living room, he couldn't help but wonder if this was what life with Rose would always be like...*
"All cleaned up,"
*she announced a moment later as she came back into the room. "You can come with me now."
Gene hesitated for a moment before mustering up the courage to ask, "Um... really?"
Rose arched an eyebrow at him, clearly amused by his disbelief. With a shrug, she reached down and undid the knots binding his wrists. He rubbed them gingerly as he sat up, wincing from the stiffness in his limbs. As soon as he was free, Rose took his hand and led him back to the living room.
Gene had no choice but to just lay there as Rose cooked. At long last, she called out:
"Dinner's ready, baby!"
There was silence for a moment, then she came into the living room with one hand on her hip, the other on her cheek.
"My, my, I almost forgot that you're in time out. Aww, sweetie."
"A-are you gonna untie me now?"
Gene asked nervously.
"Mmm, no. Mommy's still mad about what you did. But you can eat dinner with me, of course."
Rose bent down and grabbed his ankles, dragging him out of the living room and into the kitchen. With a heavy grunt, she hoisted him up and onto the chair, then pulled hers close.
"Oh goody! Mommy's going to feed you tonight."
She scooped some rice and curry onto a fork with one hand, and gently grazed Gene's cheek with the other.
"Open wide,"
she giggled. He knew that if he didn't comply, she would simply force him. Slowly, Gene opened his mouth.
"There we go."
Rose fed him a bite before looking at him expectantly. He gave her a weak smile in return, his heart hammering against his chest as he waited for what came next.
"Such a good little boy for me."
She giggled again, leaning forward to scoop up another bite of curry. He swallowed hard as she brought the food closer to him; their faces mere inches apart. Her breath fanned across his cheek, making him feel dizzy from lack of air...and something else too. It was like a drug; addicting in its own twisted way. As she fed him, he could feel himself getting lost in her gaze, the anger and fear melting away into numbness. For a moment, it was almost as if he were somewhere else, far away. Almost as if none of this were happening to him...
"Mmm, see how nice it feels when you listen to Mommy?"
she purred, her voice soft like silk against his skin. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensation as he continued to eat, listlessly accepting each morsel that she placed in his mouth...forgetful of everything else that was going on...
Gene was completely bound and immobile. There was no use in resisting her at this point. All he could do was accept whatever she wanted him to do. It was humiliating for Gene, but Rose appeared to be having the time of her life.
With dinner over Rose dragged Gene down the hall and into the living room. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she knelt before him on the floor, her hair cascading around her face like a veil.
"It's time for Mommy to have some desert,"
she announced. Reaching out and gently stroking his cheek, Rose's fingers were feather-light yet unbelievably arousing. Gene squirmed helplessly beneath her touch, struggling against his bonds as she whispered seductively in his ear:
"I bet you didn't know Mommy could be this sexy...this dominant..."
His face flushed hotly at the words, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from her. As she continued to stroke him, she leaned closer, until their lips were mere inches apart. Her breath fanned across his face, sending shivers down his spine as she whispered:
"You want more...you want me..."
Gene shook his head in denial, terrified over whatever it was that she had in mind next. A wicked smile spread across Rose's lips as she leaned even closer, until their bodies were pressed tightly together, and her warm breath tickled his ear:
"Just say it..."
"I don't want this,"
Gene growled through his gritted teeth. He tilted his head away, wriggling about to create any space he could between them, but Rose merely laughed, grabbing his head with both her hands. She forced her lips against his, moaning and giggling as she violated his mouth with her tongue.
As Rose thrusted her tongue into Gene's mouth, he could taste the sweetness of her saliva and feel the moisture against his lips. He struggled to breathe, let alone push her away, but she showed no sign of letting up. Her hands clamped tightly around his head, holding him in place as she devoured him with passionate kisses. A chill ran down his spine at the realization of just how helpless he was against her onslaught of desire; trapped not only by her physical strength but also by her twisted fantasies. It was like a nightmare from which he could not awaken, each kiss drawing him deeper into the dark depths of Rose's yandere desires...
"Mmm,"
she moaned against his lips before pulling away just enough to gaze into his eyes. There was an intensity in her expression that frightened him.
"That's it, baby..."
she whispered, licking her lips.
"You taste so good."
Her fingers slipped from around his head, trailing down his neck and past his chest, to where they began to play with the hem of his shirt. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pushed the fabric up, revealing skin soft and smooth beneath.
"Much better,"
she murmured, planting a searing kiss on his navel before dragging her tongue up further, teasing his nipple...
"How does it feel...to be my toy?"
Her voice was husky with desire as she trailed her fingers lower still, tugging at the waistband of his pants. He gasped and tried to arch away from her touch, but she only laughed, holding him still as she continued to explore his body...
"No, Rose, stop. You don't have to do this!"
Gene twisted and fidgeted as Rose undid the binds around his feet to pull his pants off. She forced him up and onto the couch where she pushed his legs open, salivating over what lay just behind the thin layer of his underwear.
"Wait, Rose, don't!"
Rose took a step back to admire her handiwork, licking her lips as she surveyed Gene's exposed body beneath the dim light of the living room lamp. He was all hers now; there would be no more escape, no more disobeying. She knelt between his legs again and reached out to touch him through his underwear, feeling the heat radiating from his skin even through the fabric. A shudder ran down her spine at the thought of what she was about to do.
"Are you sure you want Mommy to stop?"
Her voice was like silk against his ear as she leaned in closer, breath warm and steady on his neck. Gene shook his head violently from side to side at the thought of being violated more... but it didn't matter; there was no stopping Rose now. She wasn't even going to ask again. With a soft chuckle, she pulled his underwear down and off in one violent motion, revealing him completely to her.
"There we go,"
she purred as she let out a shuddering breath. She looked at Gene one last time before lowering herself onto him, guiding his hips into her waiting warmth with practiced ease. It felt so good; so right. She wrapped her arms around him and arched her back as they moved together in a dance of dominance and submission that went far beyond mere pleasure...
"I'm so happy to be your mommy..."
she whispered against his ear, her voice catching on a sob as their bodies came together in perfect unison. She could feel him hard inside her; ready for her, as if he'd been her little present since the day she first walked into his life, just waiting to be unwrapped.
Gene grunted in frustration as she rode him, grinding the arousal out of his unwilling body. With his hands still bound behind his back, Rose braced her hands against his chest while she slapped against his thighs.
"Ungh~, Rose, this is rape! Don't do this!"
Rose didn't even flinch at his protests; if anything, they only seemed to spur her on further. She leaned down and bit his neck hard, growling as she felt him twitch beneath her lips. His pain and discomfort fueled the insatiable desire that burned deep within her. Her hips began to move faster, harder, taking what was hers with reckless abandon. She couldn't help but wonder if it would always be this way; if there would ever come a time when he wouldn't belong to her entirely. Grinding him into dust felt so raw and animalistic that she was no longer sure if she preferred this or the memories of her son.
"Mine~,"
she hissed into his ear, nipping at his lobe as she came closer and closer to her own release. She knew he was going to cum soon; the tension in his body had been building up since the moment they'd started, and now it seemed like there was no escape from the pleasure she was forcing him to feel...
"Ahhh~,"
he moaned, bucking his hips helplessly beneath her. She slammed her body mercilessly against him, sending droplets of their intermixed sweat into the air. His cock twitched and throbbed as she pounded up and down. With a desperate groan, he burst inside her, and a hot jet of cum shooting up into her belly. She gasped, arching her back as she felt it fill her, the warmth spreading through her like molten gold. It was glorious; better than anything she could have imagined...
And yet it was still not enough...
"More..."
she whispered hoarsely, rocking her hips slowly as she rode out the last waves of pleasure. Her hands traveled up to gently stroke his cheeks, her fingertips skimming over his lips. A thought occurred to her then, a wicked grin spreading across her face...
"Maybe you should thank Mommy for this..."
"No..."
Gene whispered back, his chest heaving with exhaustion. But Rose didn't seem to care. She swung her leg out and dislodged herself from Gene's cock.
"We better get you hard again for more playtime,"
she giggled, forcefully pulling Gene to the edge of the couch before wrapping her fingers around his sensitive shaft. Gene was nearly nearly beside himself, fatigued and frustrated by her rape.
"What is wrong with you, Rose? Why are you like this?"
But her attention was on getting his succulent member into her mouth.
"It's just..."
she sighed as she stroked him slowly, licking her lips in anticipation.
"I need you so much...to be mine...completely."
She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, sucking hard on his length while she held him down with one hand. Her other hand wandered up to cup his breast, kneading and massaging the soft flesh.
"This,"
she moaned around him,
"is how much I need you..."
Her tongue flicked out and lapped at the sensitive skin beneath the head of his cock, making him squirm helplessly against her touch. Her fingers dug into his breast harder, almost painfully so, as she continued to work him over with her mouth. He arched up off the couch, struggling in vain against his bonds as she drew out every ounce of pleasure from him...and gave nothing back.
"My little boy died,"
she growled after finally releasing him from her mouth.
"So, I turned you into a new one that would never leave me."
She pushed him back down onto the couch roughly and knelt between his legs once more. Her hands moved to pinch and twist his nipples even as she lowered her head to take him into her mouth again.
"Say it,"
she demanded, sucking harder on his cock as she spoke.
"Say that I'm your mommy...that you'll never leave me like my little boy did..."
Gene's eyes widened with horror over the depths of her depravity. But with a small laugh, she continued to swallow him as deeply as she could. But as her lips pistoned up and down on him, her tongue teasing and wrapping against his shaft, the absurdity of her own words began to sink in.
All of this, the violence, the obsession, the sexual control, it had all had just been about her deep, terrible grief. When her young son died so tragically not too long ago, Rose's world was blown apart. The agony of losing him had been so tremendously painful that she opted to shut it away instead, causing her to become completely unstable. But nothing, not even Gene, was enough to satisfy her grief or replace her real son.
Rose tried desperately to keep her vigor and pace, but tears began to pour from her cheeks. Pulling her mouth away for a moment, her lip quivered as her expression twisted into one of misery and distress. She flopped her forehead against Gene's thigh and sobbed uncontrollably.
"My little boy!"
she wailed, her shoulders rising with each ragged breath as she bawled before him.
"Oh my god, no!"
she cried. The moment was now anything but terrifying or arousing. As Gene sat up, a small part of his mind begged to run away, but the rest of him knew completely that Rose was now grappling with something that she had clearly been unable to process until this very moment. Overcome with pity for her, Gene looped his bound hands in front of his legs and slipped off the couch. Joining Rose on the floor, he resting her head against his chest as she howled in anguish.
"Rose, I'm so sorry,"
he cooed. All to suddenly, she was no longer his tormentor; she was just a broken woman who had lost the only person that mattered to her most. Though his hands were still bound, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, continuing to whisper:
"I'm so, so sorry."
Rose sobbed into the crook of his neck, shaking with the force of her grief. His arms were warm and steady around her as she clung to him like a lifeline, unable to fathom ever letting go again. A small part of her mind knew that he was still bound, but it barely registered in the face of this newfound connection; this feeling of being wanted and cared about since her world had fallen apart. She clutched at his shirt as if she could wring every last drop of comfort from him, ignoring the way their bodies were pressed together, almost like a lover's embrace.
"I miss him,"
she whispered brokenly, sniffling and wiping her nose on his shoulder.
"Every day...it hurts so much."
Her words cut through him like a knife, and he could feel the weight of her loss settle heavily between them. He had no idea what to say or do; all he knew was that he wanted to ease her pain somehow. He kissed the top of her head and rocked her gently, humming softly in an attempt to soothe her aching heart.
"I know you do,"
he said quietly.
"We'll get through this together, okay?"
Rose turned her tear-streaked face up to look at him, hope flickering briefly in her eyes before being extinguished by more grief.
"But...what if I never love anyone else the way I loved him?"
Gene hesitated for a moment before answering, carefully choosing his words.
"Maybe you don't have to. Maybe you can always love him the most..."
Her lower lip quivered at the words, and he held her tighter.
"But you can also have a new relationship with someone who loves you the way you deserve... Mommy."
Gene knew now why she needed to feel like a mother. Even if it was strange, he was willing to look past all the terror of the last month and be her new surrogate son for as long as it took her to heal. For as long as she needed him to be.
"I'll love you, Mommy. And we can love and remember my, uh, brother together."
Obviously, Rose's son was not Gene's brother, but if the fantasy helped her to cope and process things, he was willing to participate for her sake.
"You're a good mom,"
Her lips curled into a tiny smile as she gazed up at him, hope flickering once more in her eyes. She hadn't felt this safe, this wanted...this loved in such a long time. Maybe there was something to what he said. Maybe she could learn to love again and still hold onto the memory of her beloved son without it consuming everything else.
"I'll try, Gene."
Her voice trembled slightly, but as they sat there together in the dimly lit living room, holding each other close and sharing a moment of silence laced with grief and newfound hope, she knew that something had shifted between them. And for now, that was enough.
"Thank you,"
she whispered, sniffling once more before leaning in to press her cheek against his chest again. He wrapped his arms even tighter around her, feeling grateful beyond words for the chance to help this poor, lost woman find some small measure of peace and comfort...even if it meant relinquishing a part of himself in the process. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make as long as she needed him. Maybe one day soon they could go back to being normal roommates. But for now, they were mother and son, and that would have to be enough.
"Mommy, would you like me to sleep with you tonight?"
Gene asked. He was concerned for her safety in this most vulnerable moment, hoping that having her new surrogate son nice and close would bring her some sort of comfort.
"...B-because I don't mind."
She glanced up at him, considering his offer before nodding slowly.
"I'd like that, sweetie,"
she whispered, her voice shaky but hopeful. It would be strange, sleeping together like this when only a few hours ago he had been so terrified of her...but there was something comforting about having Gene close by. Perhaps it was the understanding in his eyes or the gentleness of his touch that made her feel safe enough to let go of her defenses for just a little while longer.
As she nestled closer into his embrace, Rose closed her eyes and let out a shaky sigh.
"Thank you,"
she murmured as the exhaustion from their emotional turmoil took its toll on them both. It was going to take time for her heart to heal, but with Gene's support, his willingness to be her son, and her sexual outlet, maybe it wouldn't be quite so lonely a journey after all...
With a hint of her motherly dominance returning, Rose pushed Gene's arms up and over her head, beginning to untie the ropes.
"We're all done with time out now because you're going to..."
Her voice trailed off. She knew this wasn't real, but she was so thankful that Gene wanted to take his place in her delusions for as long as she needed.
"...You're going to be good for Mommy, right?"
Gene placed his hands on her knees as he sat upright.
"Yes, Mommy. I'm going to be very good for you!"
Rose's heart melted at his words, allowing a bit more of her comforting control to return to the surface.
"Okay, baby, well you better go get your jammies on. Mommy can't wait for our little sleepover."
Gene jumped up with excitement, still naked from the waist down. Rose pointed to the pants and underwear she had forced off of him only a little bit ago.
"Honey, don't forget to put your clothes in the hamper."
"Yes, Mommy,"
Gene replied with a small sigh as he scooped up his clothes. Rose stood up and gave him a kiss on the forehead.
"That's my sweet boy."
With that, Gene went off to change into some sweatpants while Rose went into her room to prepare her bed for the two of them, relieved to be playing mother and son again, relieved that Gene was surrendering every ounce of control to her like she had hoped for all along. Dominating his life and soaking up his love was what she knew she needed to help her heal.
Rose slipped into her room and climbed under the covers, snuggling down into the soft pillows. It had been a long day for them both, but now that they were finally together, she felt like everything was going to be okay. She looked over at Gene as he returned from his own bedroom, clad in warm gray sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt, his hair mussed from their fucking earlier. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him; it was such a simple outfit, but she couldn't help but find him irresistible.
"There you are,"
she purred, patting the spot next to her. Gene climbed into bed, not hesitating for even a moment before snuggling up against her, his warm body pressing tightly against hers. She wrapped an arm around him and held him close, feeling safe and content in this new arrangement. Perhaps things wouldn't be so different after all; maybe they could find some sort of peace together in their strange little world...
As Gene rested his head against Rose's chest, he took in a long slow breath before letting it out, overwhelmed by her perfume.
"Mommy, you smell really good,"
he whispered.
"My little dove,"
she giggled back,
"you're so affectionate for me tonight, aren't you? Give Mommy a kiss."
With a finger, she tilted Gene's chin up and pressed her lips against his.
As he kissed her back, Rose smiled softly in the darkness, feeling something inside her shift and settle into place like a missing puzzle piece. It was almost as if this was her purpose; her reason to keep going. She needed this, needed him.
"There you are,"
she whispered after pulling away, brushing his hair back from his forehead with a gentle hand.
"Just where Mommy wants you."
With one final stroke of his cheek, Rose closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, content for the first time in weeks knowing that she had someone who loved her enough to play this twisted game with her...someone who needed her as much as she needed him. As she rested soundly against Gene's chest, she found herself lost in dreams of a time when things had been different; a time before her real son had died, when she had been happy and whole.
Gene lay still, listening to the sound of Rose's steady breathing and feeling at peace. He had no idea how long this could last; if it would always be like this or if there would ever come a time when she wanted something from him besides her deluded fantasies. But for tonight, and for the foreseeable future, he belonged to her. And that was all that mattered.