His mother pulls him away and takes him home

Suddenly Mark felt a firm hand grasping his collar and pulling him behind. He was surprised to see his mother grasping him and pulling him towards the door. “MOM!” He yelled. As his mother silenced him with a shush. “I think that asshole forgot to remove the instruction to get back to normal after hearing the alarm sound he had set for your task.” Mark returned to his senses to see that his mom was pulling his sister by her cape. She seemed to be completely exhausted and in a dazed state. His mother swiftly opened the doors and Mark found his way to his feet as he helped drag his dazed sister to their car. They dumped her in the back seat and were just about to close the door when they heard loud squeaking behind them. They were shocked to see a naked Preeti following them in haste. “What should we do with her?” asked Mark, realising Preeti was also following her instructions. “We can't leave her like this.” Said Mark's mother as she helped the woman who thought she was a pig into the backseat as well. Quickly the two of them jumped in and drove away as they heard sounds of a raging orgy coming from inside the building.

It was a solemn and uneventful drive home. Neither Mark nor his mother said anything. Jasmine was passed out and the only sound was the occasional squeaking of Preeti. After they got home Mark asked his mother if he could crash out for the day to collect his thoughts while she decided to bathe the two mind fucked women and think what to do next. Ever the caring mother figure, she just smiled and said,”Yes Mark, you do what you need to do”.

Despite the nightmare he had lived through, Mark fell asleep astonishingly quickly. As he slept the only thought that ran through his dreams was. “Would it really be this easy to get away?” In his final nightmare for the night, he saw Aiden sitting on his throne as he spoke to him directly “You’ll find out soon enough”. Mark jolted awake in the morning to a silent house. He looked around in a daze trying to figure out where he was. When he spotted a neatly written letter on his bedside table. He knew the handwriting to be his mother’s.

Dear Mark,

I don't think writing this letter is my own decision. I am starting to realise that what happened yesterday and how we got out was all part of his plan. He wanted you to feel this way one last time. To feel that you had gotten away from him. Only for him to dunk you into this horrible new reality he has created for us, for you. I think I realise what is happening to me. I can hear his instructions within my mind compelling me. I am too ashamed to speak of what I am becoming.

I just want you to know that I think that you’re a strong powerful man and you can get through anything you put your mind to. I will always be your mother.

All hail Master Aiden.

-Marjorie Anderson

Mark’s fingers shaked he saw the letter. Where was his mother? He rushed into the kitchen and he realised the futility of her mother’s words and the cruelty Aiden had inflicted on her. Yes, she would always be his mother. But she was no longer the mother he knew.

“Markieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, You’re up, Let’s playyyyy”

The woman who had raised Mark with everything he ever needed despite being a single mother now was in front of him in a bright pink dress a dozen sizes too small. It barely covered any of her body as it barely reached her waist with her ample chest haphazardly stuffed into it threatening to slip out. Her hair was in pigtails, beads and ribbons galore. And her warm motherly smile was replaced with a mischievous childish one. She was currently riding on Preeti’s back whose hair had also been braided and pinned to her head. Her face was filthy as it was clear she totally believed she was a pig and thus ate anything by thrusting her face into it. Preeti the pig seemed annoyed to have the full grown woman who believed she was a child on her back but there was little she could do about it except squeak loudly.

But those loud shrieks had been what had led him to his second shocking discovery of the day. As if in response to the squeaking, Mark heard a loud bark, that was when he saw his sister saunter into the room on all fours. Her head had been haphazardly shaved. Leaving behind only two spots of her long hair which were tied in a way which looked like dog ears. She was naked except for a huge metal collar around her neck which said “The Bitch” and Mark realised that Aiden had cruelly reduced his caring sister into the nickname all the bullies had for her ‘Jasmine the bitch’.

“Who’s a good doggy?” Mark’s mom said as she petted Jasmine. Who responded by leaning into it. “Mom-” Mark started almost speechless. She looked up at him in confusion.

“Who are you calling Mom, Markieeeeeeee, I’m Marjieeee, Come it’s time to feed bitch and the pig, I’m hungry too”

That was when Mark received a message on his phone which told him everything he needed to know,

‘Next time, mind your own business.’