He pins me down, yanks my hands behind me.His knees press into my back, one hand shoving my head into the mattress.I fight him off, but he slaps my back hard again, and pain shoots through my ribs.
From my tilted view, Amy walks over and locks the door.Her hand waves a white cable tie, and her smile spreads like she just found treasure.No, no, no.The next second, my hands are tied so tight I can barely move.
“Let me go!”I yell, thrashing.
“Big guy, but weak as hell,” Chris laughs.
“What can I say?He’s just a useless lump of fat,” Amy giggles.“Hey, you got a new name like a newborn.Congrats.Be a good boy and put on some diapers, will you?”
Amy yanks my pants down, and my whole body burns with humiliation.
“Hey, what are you doing?Let me go!”I kick and struggle, but Chris grips my legs tight with both hands.They roll me onto my back, exposing me again.
“Please, stop.Let me go.”I beg, tears streaming down my face.
“You should be quiet, Clark.Oops, sorry—Alan.”Amy glares down at me, her smirk twisting into something cruel.
Are they gonna take pictures again?What else do they want from me?Why is this happening?
“Help!Mrs.Greta, please!”My voice cracks as I scream for the housekeeper, but Amy laughs.
“I told Mrs.Greta to take a vacation starting tonight.There’s no one else in this big house but us.”Amy wipes my photo across my face like it’s a tissue, smearing away the tears.
“If you behave and stay quiet, we won’t make you suffer,” Chris says, picking up one of my action figures.
“No!Not that!Please, I’m begging you.”I shake my head, still crying.
“You’d better shut up, or I’ll smash every one of these.”Chris twists the head off the figure in his hand, the sound cracking through the air like bone.
“Not the head!Please, stop it!Please…” I sob as he throws the broken pieces into the trash.
“Then shut your mouth!”Amy snaps, her voice slicing through me.I bite my lip and hold back the tears, my body shaking uncontrollably.
My skin prickles, starting from my exposed thighs and spreading across every inch of me.I’m powerless against them.My body trembles, my wrists ache, and my shirt sticks to me with sweat.
“Calm down.We’re not gonna hurt you,” Chris says, sweeping the rest of my figurines off the desk into the trash.
“Yeah.We just wanna help you unwind.We can’t stand watching you mope around, jerking off to pictures of Fenella.It’s pathetic.”Amy steps onto the bed, her tone mocking, eyes glittering like she’s enjoying every second.
“My name’s not Alan, and I don’t need your help.Please, just let me go.”I twist and pull, trying to break the cable tie, but they tied it so tight it cuts into my wrists.Every movement makes the plastic slice my skin open.
“Shh… it’s okay.We’re gonna help you get any woman you want.You just need a diet, the gym, and some attitude training.Trust me.”Amy pats my shoulder like I’m some child throwing a tantrum.
“There you go.Be quiet, and stay still.I’ll even be your trainer.You’ll turn into a real catch in no time.”Chris chuckles, stepping closer to the bed.
Then they start undressing.Both of them.And I just stare, frozen, my mind spinning.
“What are you doing?Why are you doing this to me?”My voice shakes, tears sliding down my cheeks.I hate them, but I can’t look away.Are they for real?
“Because you’re about to carry the Schmidt name.But look at you.You’re disgusting.I hate you with every piece of me.I hate when Dad praises you.You and your whore mother ruined my life.”
Amy’s voice cracks, but her eyes burn.She runs her fingers through her hair, tugging hard like she wants to rip the anger out of her skull.
She closes her eyes and rubs her neck.She sucks in a long breath, calming herself.Chris hugs her from behind and kisses her shoulder.
“For years, I was the only daughter.Dad fucked his mistresses in this house, and I let it slide.But the moment you and your mom showed up, it got real.Too real.”A tear rolls down her cheek, her whole body trembling.“Why can’t anything go my way?”
“Amy, baby…” Chris brushes his thumb across her cheek to wipe her tears.
