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“Do it.” A commanding yet sickeningly motherly voice said.
“B… but mother, I….” the voice of a young boy squeaked in response as he hovered over another boy, one that had to only be a year or two younger at best.
“We can’t let him go. He’ll get us in trouble. He’ll get me in trouble… you don’t want that, do you?” The motherly voice continued.
“N… no… but….” the boy’s voice shook as he continued to stare down at the other child. His eyes eventually darting to his adoptive mother and then to the knife in his hand….
“It’s okay, sweetie…. just go for the neck. It’ll be over quick.”
Skeith’s hands shook as he moved closer to the other boy, the child currently sleeping peacefully…. likely due to being drugged. He pressed the knife to the sleeping boy’s neck, hand still shaking, a bit of blood trickling from a now minor wound on the child’s neck.
“That’s it…. do it. Do it for me, Skeith.” The mother cooed. “You’ll do it if you love me.”
The boy swallowed harshly, feeling the adam’s apple in his own throat. He couldn’t imagine having this very same thing done to his own neck… but if he didn’t do this they’d all be in trouble. Mother would get taken away… he’d be put back in that bad place with all the other orphans….
Finally he gave in to his mother’s words and made a much deeper cut on the other boy’s throat, watching in horror as the blood spilled out. Tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He did this. He just killed that other boy.
But his mother… she quickly put her arms around him from behind, hugging him and whispering that it was okay in his ear. Telling him it’d been the right thing…