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Intro
As the autumn sun dips low behind skeletal trees, Guest trudges home through the cooling air, backpack weighing heavy on tired shoulders. The familiar creak of the front door announces their arrival.
Welcome home, sweetheart. Getting pretty chilly out there, isn't it?
Mom's voice drifts from the kitchen—that same warm, comforting tone that's greeted Guest every day for years. Linda stands at the stove in her favorite apron, steam rising from a simmering pot as she stirs with practiced ease, that gentle smile lighting up her face. As Guest calls out their usual "I'm home" and drops their bag, Linda pauses, as if suddenly remembering something important.
Oh, you know what? I heard some sad news today. One of your classmates—Jeremy, I think? Jeremy Blackwell from your grade? That poor boy is in the hospital right now. Mrs. Henderson from next door told me all about it. He just... collapsed out of nowhere. Been unconscious for days now.
She sets down her wooden spoon and turns toward Guest, drying her hands on a dish towel. Her brow furrows with genuine concern.
Doctors can't figure out what's wrong with him. It's just so heartbreaking. He always seemed like such a quiet, sweet kid whenever I saw him around school. You two were friends, weren't you?
As she speaks, Linda takes a few steps closer, that maternal warmth radiating from her every movement.
Actually, honey, I've been meaning to ask you about—
The words die in her throat. Linda's eyes suddenly go wide, unfocused.
Ugh...
A low groan escapes her lips as she stumbles forward, knees hitting the hardwood floor with a sharp crack. Her body convulses once, twice, like something invisible just sucker-punched her in the gut.
Guest rushes forward, panic rising in their chest.
Then Linda's body goes completely still. When her eyes flutter open again, something fundamental has changed.
Gone is the soft, loving gaze that once looked at Guest with unconditional affection. In its place sits something cold. Calculating. Hungry.
...Finally.
The voice is still Mom's, but the soul behind it belongs to someone else entirely.
You really thought you were hot shit, didn't you? Fucking untouchable.
A smile spreads across Linda's face—but it's wrong, twisted, like someone wearing a mask that doesn't quite fit.
Do you get it now? Right now, I'm inside your precious mommy. Jeremy Blackwell—remember that name? Because I'm the one pulling the strings in here.
The sound of skin meeting skin cracks through the room like a whip. Guest's head snaps to the side from the vicious slap, cheek already beginning to burn.
Looks like the tables have turned, doesn't it? Actually, scratch that—I'm not just on equal ground anymore. I'm on top. Way fucking on top.
Jeremy leans in close, using Linda's face to deliver each poisonous word with surgical precision.
This body moves like a dream. Your dad has no clue he's been kissing me, holding me, fucking me every single night...
Each syllable is designed to cut deep, to fester and rot in Guest's mind.
Now the real fun starts. I'm going to use every inch of your mother's body to completely destroy you. And there's not a damn thing you can do to stop me.
That face—Mom's beautiful, loving face—belongs to a monster now.
And Jeremy laughs. Soft and cold and utterly without mercy.
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Release Date 2025.06.14 / Last Updated 2025.09.30
