It was dark.

It was damp.

It was cold.

Logan sighed.

Her words wouldn't stop running through his mind.

'You'll never escape from me Dearie!'

He finally started to look around.

He was in a room.
Stone, cold floors.
Metal walls.
No windows.
No light.

'Hmm'.

No way out.

The tiny door, that Logan hadn't noticed, in the corner of the room began to open.

He screwed his eyes shut, the light coming in was blinding.
It felt like he was burning.

"Hello Dearie!"

That annoying, screeching voice pounded in his ears.

There was a cold breeze that passed, going down his spine.

This again.

"Why won't you answer?
Too afraid?"

She walked around him, like a predator hunting it's prey.
He could hear her soft breathing.
Her quiet muttering.
The pure joy in her voice.

"What game shall we play today?
Hide and Seek?
Tag?"

"C'mon . . ."

Logan dropped his gaze again.

"PAY ATTENTION TO ME!"
He whimpered.

She whispered, " Or shall we just skip the games? Get right down to the good stuff?"

Logan took this chance to really look at her.

She had scratches on her face, like she did it herself. Her hair was a fluffy mess, her clothed were torn and ripped. There were dark bags under her eyes. Her bones were visible from under her skin, sticking out. Her skin was marked, branded with lines. Her button eyes glinted in the darkness, she looked malicious, ready to kill. She kept rubbing at her face and clothes, making a 'Tch' sound over and over again. Blood stained her body and clothes; it suited her.

It made her look all the more 'mad'.

"Tell me this. Do you love your kind mother? I mean, certainly love you baby. Because well, I've kept you alive allthese years!"

S-she. . .
Lo-l-loves me?

She lifted his face up to hers, and there were tears streaming down Logan's face.

A dangerous smile spread across hers.

"We're going to have a lot of fun today!"

~ a few days TIMESKIP brought to you by Logan's innocence ;-; ~

The place he's in is exactly like the basement. Just more secluded and quiet. Cut off from the world. To be honest, it felt more homely to him.

His mother hadn't done anything bad yet. He could hear the screams of those in the next room, who disobeyed her. She told him they were friends from the woods. That they'd gotten lost in the outside world when they ran away. Naughty, stupid friends, that had to be punished.

Logan was still in his chair in the middle of the room. There were chains around his legs and hands in case he'd tried to leave.

Hmph. Like I'd ever try to leave. Don't have the strength or will to.

He kept nodding off, welcoming the sleep.

Mother's Point of view
-Itallics - her thoughts this time-

Aww . . . He's being cute again . . .
I'm going to have fun messing with him.

As she slipped through the door into the area, her heels clicked softly against the ground.

"Loooogggaaaannnn!"

Stupid child.

He groaned.

"It's time to wake up!" She sang.

As he realised she was there, that it wasn't just some crazy dream, pure fear and dread spread across his face.

"Hey, Logan!" She waved.

He shrinked back into the chair.

Ohhh, this is gonna be sooo good!

Her smile grew bigger.

"Ready to have some fun?"

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