I felt my tongue sting slightly as a sharp piece of popcorn scraped against it when I shoved another handful into my mouth. The popcorn was a little stale, too salty, but I kept eating anyway, more out of habit than hunger.

  The movie pying on the TV was painfully boring—some long-winded drama that I'd already half-forgotten—but I didn't really care. I was sitting on a couch, in a quiet house, with family I loved and people who genuinely wanted me around. That alone made it worth it.

  "Dios mío... the bathroom's calling me," Aunt Vicky groaned, pushing herself up from the couch with a dramatic sigh before shuffling down the hallway.

  The moment she disappeared, the room felt different. A little bit too different...

  It was just me and Julie now, the glow of the TV flickering across the walls and our faces. I shifted slightly, adjusting the bowl of popcorn on my p.

  Speaking of, Julie had been getting more handsy tely. Ever since I arrived four days ago... At first it was harmless: sitting too close, brushing her hand against mine, resting her hand on my stomach while we slept. Easy things to brush off. Easy to excuse.

  Now, she didn't even try to hide it.

  Her hand rested openly on my thigh, warm and firm through the fabric of my pants. Her fingers curled slightly, giving a gentle squeeze, like she was grounding herself there—or ciming the space.

  My body stiffened without my permission, every nerve suddenly awake.

  I kept my eyes on the TV, jaw tightening as I forced myself to breathe normally, pretending nothing had changed—while everything absolutely had.

  "Wow... don't go into the bathroom, guys," Aunt Vicky said as she returned, fanning the air dramatically with her hand. I let out a small breath of relief—I'd already gone earlier, so whatever horror she encountered was none of my business.

  She disappeared into the kitchen and came back moments ter bancing a small pte. "I brought you warm milk and cookies!" she announced proudly. "Isn't that nice, Miguel? Drink up. You too, Julianna."

  She nudged the pte toward us insistently. Julie and I each took a gss, the ceramic warm against my palms. I lifted it and took a cautious sip.

  The milk was... different. Warmer than I was used to, slightly sweet in a way that caught me off guard. Not bad—actually kind of comforting. I frowned a little in thought. Was milk just sweeter here, or was this something homemade? Either way, it went down easily.

  I grabbed a cookie next, taking a bite. Coconut. Soft in the middle, slightly crisp on the edges. Really good, actually.

  "I like the milk," I said after another sip, gncing up with a small smile. "It's nice."

  We kept watching for maybe another twenty minutes, the movie droning on in the background, scenes blurring together until I couldn't tell what was happening anymore. At some point the popcorn bowl sat forgotten on the table, and the warmth from the milk settled deep in my body—too deep.

  My eyelids felt heavy. Not normal tired. The kind that presses down from the inside, like gravity had quietly doubled.

  I tried shifting on the couch and realized my arms barely responded, moving slow and clumsy, like they didn't quite belong to me anymore. My fingers tingled, numb and warm at the same time.

  "Hey... Julie," I muttered, my voice softer than I expected. "Can you help me up? I feel... really tired."

  She looked over immediately, concern fshing across her face before she nodded. She slid closer and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me up with more strength than I expected. My legs wobbled when I stood, the room tilting slightly, like I'd stood up too fast after a long nap.

  Aunt Vicky stayed on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, completely unbothered. The sound of the movie faded behind us as Julie guided—no, dragged—me down the hallway.

  The bedroom felt darker, quieter, the air cooler against my skin. As soon as we reached the bed, we both colpsed onto it, the mattress dipping under our combined weight.

  I stared up at the ceiling, trying to move, trying to roll onto my side—but everything felt deyed, heavy, wrong in a distant, foggy way.

  So I just stayed there, stiff and awkward, breathing slow, my thoughts stretching out and slipping away before I could hold onto them.

  Sleep took me fast.

  Not the kind where you drift—more like being pulled under, deep and sudden.

  One moment I was aware of the room, the next I was gone, sinking into darkness as easily as a child falling asleep mid-sentence.

  -

  I drifted in a strange, heavy fog of sleep, my mind floating like a cloud adrift in an endless sky. A voice broke through the haze, low and teasing, pulling me slightly closer to consciousness.

  "You're a hefty boy..." it murmured, the words curling around me, unsettling. My eyelids felt glued shut, weighted with an unnatural lethargy, refusing to budge no matter how much I willed them to open.

  "Shhh... it's okay..." The whisper came closer, hot breath brushing against my ear, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.

  My heart thudded unevenly—something was wrong. I wanted to snap out of this, to escape the suffocating dream, but my body betrayed me, trapped in a limbo of half-awareness.

  "You're so cute, so beautiful... you don't even know, do you? Too perfect for your own good..." The voice dripped with a sickening sweetness, each word ced with something darker.

  "It's not my fault I can't resist you..." My stomach churned as the words sank in, a desperate urge to wake cwing at the edges of my mind. But I was stuck, suspended in this nightmare that felt far too vivid, far too real.

  Through the murky haze of my vision, shapes began to form. My aunt Vicky's face hovered close, her eyes glinting with something unsettling, something hungry.

  My breath hitched as I felt a tug at my waist, a slow, deliberate pull as my pants slid down, the cool air hitting my skin. She leaned in, her nose brushing against the fabric of my underwear, inhaling deeply, a low hum of satisfaction escaping her lips.

  Her hands moved with purpose, palming me through the thin barrier, fingers pressing and groping with an invasive familiarity.

  "Mmm, you smell so good," she murmured against me, her voice thick with desire. "I've waited too long for this..." Her touch grew bolder, squeezing lightly as if testing my reaction, my body frozen in the dreamlike prison of my mind.

  I wanted to scream, to shove her away, but I was powerless, caught in the suffocating grip of this too-real nightmare.

  At st, I managed to force the words out, my voice trembling through the foggy haze of sleep.

  "Stop... Aunt Vicky... stop..." I repeated, desperation cing every sylble as I weakly tried to push her away. My hands pressed against her shoulders, but it was futile.

  I'd never had a dream this vivid, this disturbingly real before, and I never wanted to experience it again.

  "It's okay... don't worry..." her voice cooed, soft and sickeningly sweet, brushing against my ear. "I just wanna make us feel good... it'll be over soon..." My stomach twisted at her words.

  This didn't feel like a dream anymore—it was too sharp, too tangible. I tried to sit up, to escape her suffocating presence, but Aunt Vicky's hands pressed firmly against my chest, shoving me back down onto the bed with surprising strength.

  Her eyes locked onto mine, a strange, unsettling glint in them as she stared down at me.

  "Be obedient..." she commanded, her tone sharp now, leaving no room for argument. My limbs felt like lead, heavy and unresponsive, as if my body had betrayed me completely.

  I could only lie there, helpless, watching her every move. "Please stop, Auntie... please..." I begged, my voice cracking, but she didn't even flinch. Instead, her lips curled into a faint, dismissive smirk as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my underwear and yanked them down in one swift motion, exposing me completely.

  The cool air hit my skin, and a wave of vulnerability washed over me.

  "Be quiet... you don't want Julie to hear, do you?" she hissed, her voice low and threatening as she leaned closer.

  I cwed at her arms, my nails digging into her skin, desperate to push her away as she shifted herself over me. Her body hovered dangerously close, and I could feel the heat radiating from her as she aligned herself with me.

  I wanted her gone, wanted to scream, to wake up from this nightmare, but it was as if my dreams—or whatever this was—didn't care about my protests.

  She pressed forward until our bodies were touching, the slick warmth of her was evident as she made contact. A shudder ran through me, revulsion mixing with the surreal helplessness of the moment.

  "Shhh... just rex," she murmured, her breath hot against my neck as she moved slowly, her hands still pinning me down. "You'll see... it's not so bad." Her voice was a twisted mockery of comfort, and I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to break free from this suffocating trap, but my body remained unresponsive, caught in the horrifyingly vivid grip of her control.

  My voice trembled, barely above a whisper, as I pleaded into the suffocating air. "Someone help... please... get me out of this nightmare... wake me up... please... I'm begging..." My words were cut off by a sharp gasp as Victoria's teeth grazed my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin.

  Her lips pressed wet, lingering kisses, leaving faint marks that made me whimper involuntarily, my body betraying me despite the horror cwing at my mind.

  "This isn't a dream, Miguel..." she purred, her voice low and possessive, her breath hot against my ear. "This is your reality... now face it..." Before I could process her words, I felt her shift, guiding me with a deliberate, slow motion.

  She thrusted herself onto me, and the sensation of being enveloped by her warmth—her tight, slick heat—forced a shudder from my body.

  I tried to cmp a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound building in my throat, but my arms were too weak, too heavy to move. A raw, audible moan slipped out, echoing in the oppressive silence.

  "Oh, my God..." Victoria groaned, her voice thick with satisfaction as she settled fully onto me. "It's been too long since I've had actual dick... God, I love this already..." Her words were a cruel twist in my gut.

  Tears streamed down my face, hot and relentless, as I shook my head against the pillow. This couldn't be real. My aunt Vicky would never do this to me.

  This had to be a nightmare, a sick, twisted illusion I was desperate to escape.

  "Don't cry, Miguel..." she said, her tone almost mocking as she leaned down, her lips brushing my tear-streaked cheek. "This is a good thing... if you're gonna cry, please be quiet, okay? Just let me enjoy this..." Her hips began to move then, a slow, deliberate rhythm that built with every roll.

  The wet, squelching sound of her body against mine filled the room, each thrust drawing a broken moan from my lips, tangled with the sobs I couldn't hold back.

  My hands twitched at my sides, wanting to push her off, to stop this, but my strength was gone at this point, drained by whatever held me in this hellish limbo.

  "Shh, just take it," she murmured, her voice a sickening mix of coaxing and command as her movements grew faster, more insistent. "You feel so damn good inside me... you're doing perfect, baby." Her hands slid up my chest, pinning me harder against the bed as she rocked above me, her breaths coming in sharp, eager Pants.

  My moans grew louder despite myself, each one punctuated by a choked cry, my mind screaming for this to end while my body remained trapped under her control.

  "Ahh... take it... take it..." Victoria hissed through gritted teeth, her voice a low, hungry growl as her hips rocked against mine. The bed creaked rhythmically beneath us, each thrust echoing in the suffocating stillness of the room.

  My body betrayed me, my cock throbbing inside her despite the revulsion cwing at my mind.

  I didn't want this—every fiber of my being screamed against it—but the heat, the pressure, it was overwhelming.

  "I'm close, Miguel... I'm so close..." she whispered, her breath hot and ragged against my ear. Her hands reached for mine, fingers interlocking with a possessive grip as she pinned them above my head.

  I sniffled, tears streaming down my face, pooling in the corners of my eyes with no way to wipe them away. My chest heaved with silent sobs, the weight of her on top of me crushing any hope of escape.

  "Stop... please," I begged again, my voice barely a whimper, raw with desperation. But Victoria only shook her head, a faint, cold smirk curling her lips as she ignored my plea.

  Her hips smmed down harder, more violently with every passing second. Her movements were frenzied now, chasing that edge, her breaths coming in sharp, eager gasps. She was close—insanely close.

  "It's so good, Miguel... fuck..." she moaned, her voice dripping with sick satisfaction. "No wonder you've been raped so much, this dick is fantastic..." Her words cut deep, each sylble a fresh wound as I recoiled inwardly.

  I managed to gain a sliver of control over my arms, weak as they were, and pulled them free just enough to cover my face. I pressed my hands against my eyes, trying to block her out, trying to imagine myself anywhere but here—somewhere safe, somewhere far from her.

  "Oh god... it's coming out... holy shittttt..." Her moan ripped through the air, guttural and unrestrained, as her body shuddered above me.

  I felt her cunt clench tight around me, a suffocating grip as she came, her fluids coating me in a sickening warmth. She rolled her hips one final time, dragging out the sensation, before lifting herself off with a wet, audible pop as she released my cock.

  Her breathing was heavy, satisfied, as she colpsed beside me, her hand zily trailing down my chest.

  "Fuck, that was good," she muttered, her voice thick with contentment. "You're something else, you know that?" I didn't respond, couldn't respond—my hands still shielded my tear-streaked face, my body trembling with the aftershock of it all.

  I wanted to disappear, to wake up, to be anywhere but here in the suffocating reality of her touch.

  My cock throbbed painfully, rock hard despite the turmoil tearing through my mind. It begged for release, a primal urge I couldn't ignore, but every part of my being recoiled at the thought.

  I didn't want this, didn't want any of it, not now, not ever. Victoria's arms slid around me, her body pressing close as she pulled me into an unwanted embrace. Her warmth was suffocating, her breath hot against my neck as she murmured, "Just rex, Miguel... sleep now."

  I felt my resistance crumble under the weight of exhaustion and despair. My heart shattered into jagged pieces as her grip tightened, lulling me with a sickening ease back into a haze of sleep.

  The realization hit me like a punch to the gut—I couldn't escape this. Not here, not even in another country. No matter where I went, this nightmare clung to me like a shadow.

  "Shh, I've got you," she whispered, her fingers tracing zy circles on my chest as my eyelids grew heavy again. "You're mine now, you know that, right? Doesn't matter where you run." Her voice was a twisted lulby, dragging me down deeper into the dark.

  My body, still tense and aching, finally gave in, but my mind screamed silently, trapped in the prison of her touch as sleep cimed me once more.

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