Your mom!

With a twisted smile, he made his way to your house, the same house where he had once picked you up by the scruff of your neck and thrown you into the bushes. The same house that had been your sanctuary, now a potential battleground for his sick games. You tried to scream, to warn her, but no sound escaped your non-existent lips. You could only follow, a silent sentinel to the horrors unfolding before you.

Brad reached your mother's bedroom, He reveled in the power, feeling a perverse thrill as he peeled off his clothes, one by one, revealing his muscular body. The room grew colder, the air thick with anticipation. You watched in revulsion as he stepped closer .

He just looks at her doing the most mundane task - folding laundry, her eyes glued to the TV, oblivious to the monster that had just entered her domain. Each movement she made was a silent scream in your mind, each fold of a shirt a painful reminder of the innocence he was about to violate. You felt a rage building within you, a fiery storm that had no outlet, no way to manifest in this realm of shadow.

And then he did it.

Brad's hand shot out like a bolt of lightning, smacking your mother's ass with a sound that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. It was a gesture of pure malice, a declaration of his newfound dominion over reality itself. You felt the impact, even though you weren't there in the flesh. The pain was palpable, a phantom echo of the suffering you had brought upon yourself.

Yet, she remained utterly still. Not a twitch, not a gasp, not a single sign that she had felt anything at all. The TV blared on, a laugh track punctuating the silence like a knife to the heart. You wanted to scream, to do something, anything, to make it stop. But you were powerless. The only thing you could feel was the burning anger that filled your non-existent chest, threatening to consume you.

Brad chuckled to himself, clearly expecting a reaction. But when none came, the smile slowly slipped from his face. He looked around, confused, then leaned closer to your mother, his breath hot on her neck. "Do you feel that?" he whispered, his voice now clear and audible in this realm of the unseen. "Do you feel me?"

Your mother's eyes remained glued to the TV, her expression unchanged. The rage inside you grew, a tumultuous storm threatening to break free. You willed yourself to do something, anything, but the laws of this place held you fast.

And then, Brad leaned in and kissed your mother's neck, his teeth grazing her skin. The sight was more than you could bear. It was an act of ultimate violation, a desecration of all that was pure and good in your world. Yet, she remained oblivious, her focus unbroken by the monster in her midst.