Book 4: Chapter 12
Mom gently placed me onto her bed, and I lifelessly closed my eyes. I wasn’t willing to budge no matter what happened anymore. Unlike Vyvyan, I feel that Elizabeth is a normal… Eh?!! Huh?!! What are you undoing my belt for?! What are you doing?! Aren’t the roles for date-rape reversed here?! I struggled to open my eyes, only to see a terrifying scene. Mom had the overwhelmingly lustful gaze she had on that day we bathed together as she panted heavily while undoing and ripping my belt off. I desperately shifted my weak hands downwards, grabbed my belt and muttered: “Don’t… mom… don’t do this……”
Isn’t there something wrong with this predicament?! Not only are the male and female roles reversed, even the identity of the individuals in question are wrong!! You’re my mom, not a thug! What are you trying to do stripping me when I’m drunk?! So much for thinking you were a normal mom. You’re scarier than Vyvyan!!
“Mommy… mommy… mommy wants to sleep with you too….. Mommy has never slept while holding you. Mommy wants to sleep holding you too. That ugly woman could. I’m you’re biological mom. I want to too!”
Mom pulled my pants off forcefully and then began to rip my shirt like she was insane the same way she did my belt. Yes, that’s correct, Vyvyan does sleep with me, but she at least lets me sleep with my clothes on! What are you doing?! It’s very easy to commit a mistake once we’re drunk, you now?!
But mom didn’t look like she had any intention to reason with me. Mom’s gaze looked like the gaze of a mad-woman. It was frightening. She ripped my shirt open and then unbuttoned my dragon armour I wore inside. I couldn’t do anything since my arms and legs felt like jelly. I simply let mom strip me as she pleased. Vyvyan did it to me when we bathed together last time, so having my mom hold me while sleeping wasn’t something unacceptable.
Mom’s hands suddenly stopped. She had already undone the buttons on my under-shirt, yet she stopped. Mom pressed her hands on my chest and curled her fingers up to form fists. She stopped there for a long time, not taking the next step. Somewhat curious, I went to open my eyes, but two cold drips of water landed on my face just as I intended to open my eyes.
I opened my eyes and saw mom staring at my chest. She curled her fingers up to form two fists and trembled gently. She bit down on her lips hard. Her gaze was brimming with pain and sadness. She desperately tried to hold her tears in but big droplets of tears fell nonetheless as they ran down her cheeks, dripped onto my face, and splattered.
“Mom?”
I struggled to lift my head up. I didn’t know why mom cried. I looked at her face and then realised that I still had the scar Mera gave me on my chest. While the white deer king did save my life, the scar was still left behind. Mom shed tears of pain as she looked at my scar.