Home Alone

WARNING: This story involves underaged children (lolita/lolicon), rape and snuff. Read at your own discretion.


“And don’t forget to water the plants dear.”

“I know mom, don’t worry about it okay?” I gently, but firmly, continued to guide my fussing mother towards the front door. 

“There’s plenty of food in the fridge. If you need anything, give us a call and we’ll be home as soon as we can.”

“I got it mom,” a bit of exasperation trickled into my voice. “Will you go have a good time already? Dad’s probably gonna leave without you.” As if on cue, a car horn beeped impatiently outside.

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