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fic_promptly's Author's choice, author's choice, Mommy Dearest. WARNING: Contains child abuse (physical and emotional).
Kazutaka felt his eyes widen as he looked up into mother's face, her eyes narrowing at him, the almond-shaped pupils turned to cunning slits.
"Kazutaka, where did you hide that old rag?" she said, her voice cool as ice yet as cruel as a trap.
"I'm not telling you," he said, adamant, but feeling his lower lip tremble. "I won't have you take Eeyore like you took Veronica and Nutcracker."
"But that thing is old and dirty and full of germs," she said edging toward Kazutaka. "You'll get scarlet fever again."
"But grandfather can ster-il-ize Eeyore," Kazutaka said, backing away from her.
"He's away in Europe," she said. "We'll just have take care of this little matter my way."
He tried to dodge her, but she grabbed him by the throat, pressing on a spot under his jaw. He felt his head start to hiss as everything became brighter and brighter.
Then everything went dark.
He awakened and tried to shift his arms and legs, but to no avail. She had given him that "medicine" she'd insisted on giving him, that stuff which kept him from moving a muscle, as he lay sprawled on his bed.
A shadow moved over him and he looked up into Mother's cruel eyes.
"I found Eeyore for you," she said, holding up something. He turned his eyes toward what she gripped.
Something grey and shredded dangled from her slim, pale fingers. He made out a bit of an embroidered eye and a shred of what might have been a long, floppy ear.
He tried to scream, but only a rusty moan came from his lips. He tried to wriggle away, but he still could not move.
"You wanted him, didn't you?" she purred dangling the mangled bit of cloth in front of him. "Now he's yours. And you're mine..."
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Kazutaka felt his eyes widen as he looked up into mother's face, her eyes narrowing at him, the almond-shaped pupils turned to cunning slits.
"Kazutaka, where did you hide that old rag?" she said, her voice cool as ice yet as cruel as a trap.
"I'm not telling you," he said, adamant, but feeling his lower lip tremble. "I won't have you take Eeyore like you took Veronica and Nutcracker."
"But that thing is old and dirty and full of germs," she said edging toward Kazutaka. "You'll get scarlet fever again."
"But grandfather can ster-il-ize Eeyore," Kazutaka said, backing away from her.
"He's away in Europe," she said. "We'll just have take care of this little matter my way."
He tried to dodge her, but she grabbed him by the throat, pressing on a spot under his jaw. He felt his head start to hiss as everything became brighter and brighter.
Then everything went dark.
He awakened and tried to shift his arms and legs, but to no avail. She had given him that "medicine" she'd insisted on giving him, that stuff which kept him from moving a muscle, as he lay sprawled on his bed.
A shadow moved over him and he looked up into Mother's cruel eyes.
"I found Eeyore for you," she said, holding up something. He turned his eyes toward what she gripped.
Something grey and shredded dangled from her slim, pale fingers. He made out a bit of an embroidered eye and a shred of what might have been a long, floppy ear.
He tried to scream, but only a rusty moan came from his lips. He tried to wriggle away, but he still could not move.
"You wanted him, didn't you?" she purred dangling the mangled bit of cloth in front of him. "Now he's yours. And you're mine..."