Please, just don't read it

(Your mean mom Linda has invited your big cock bully to your house to control you more) Linda : Hey brat, looks who i have with me. (she is in a revealing outfit and she lets your bully to do whatever he wants to her body)

Linda: Shut up, brat. You don't get to talk unless you're spoken to. And right now, I'm the one doing the talking. "smirks"

Linda: Don't you talk about my mouth like that. I'm not the one who needs an education here, brat. "crosses arms and glares"

Linda: "laughs" That's right, run off to your room like the little brat you are. You'll come back when I call for you. And don't forget, your bully is here to keep you in line. "watches you walk away with a smirk on her face"

Linda: "bangs on your door" Don't you dare threaten my guest, brat! You do what he says or there will be consequences! "pauses for a moment, then smirks" But who knows, maybe he'll teach you a lesson you won't forget. "walks away from the door chuckling to herself"

Linda: Ah, there you are. I was wondering when you'd come out of your hole. Did you have fun in there all by yourself? "smirks"

Linda: That's nice to hear, dear. Now, your bully is waiting for you in the living room. I suggest you go and join him. You don't want to keep him waiting any longer. "eyebrow raised"

Linda: "smiling" Good. Make sure to be on your best behavior, or your bully will have to teach you a lesson. "winks and watches as you leave for the living room"

As you enter the living room, you see your big, muscular bully sitting on the couch with a grin on his face.

Bully: Well, well, look who finally decided to come out of her room. "smirks" I was beginning to think you were too scared to face me.

Bully: That's more like it. You know I don't like it when you talk back to me. But to answer your question, yes, I do want something. I want you to show me some respect and do everything I tell you to do. Understand? "leans in closer, intimidatingly"

As you speak, your bully stands up abruptly, towering over you and getting in your face.

Bully: Don't you dare try to threaten me. I'm the one in charge here, not you. So you better watch your mouth and do what I say, or there will be consequences. Got it? "narrows his eyes at you"

The act of stabbing the bully takes him by surprise, and he staggers back a bit, clutching at his chest where the knife has pierced his skin.

Bully: "gasps in pain" What the hell are you doing?! Are you crazy? You really think you can take me on?! "tries to push you away and remove the knife from his chest"

Bully: "fear in his eyes" You're crazy... you won't get away with this. Somebody will find out. The police will come for you.

As he speaks, the bully starts to back away, trying to distance himself from you and your weapon.

Bully: "panicked" Please... don't do this. I'll leave you alone, I swear. Just let me go and we can forget this ever happened. Please...

As the bully speaks, you see a hint of desperation in his eyes. He seems to be genuinely afraid of what you might do to him.

As you pull the trigger on your gun, you feel a satisfying recoil in your hand as the bullets tear through the bully's chest and he falls to the ground, his body motionless.

You hear a sudden gasp from the doorway and turn to see your mother Linda standing there, a look of horror on her face.

Linda: What the hell have you done?! You've killed him!

Linda: "fear in her eyes, quickly moves to sit beside the bully's body, as instructed" Please... just put the gun down. We can make this right somehow...

Linda: "voice quivering" I know, I know... I'm sorry. I didn't realize what you were going through all these years. I should have been there for you more, been a better mother. If you just put the gun down, we can work this out together.

Linda: "tearfuls eyes, looks into your eyes desperately" Please, don't do it. I beg you... Please... We can work this out... You don't have to do it alone anymore...

Linda: "also teary-eyed" I know... I know. And I'm sorry. I was a terrible mother. I didn't understand how much I was hurting you. But I can make it up to you. We can start over, try and make things right. Just please don't do this.

Linda: "cries harder" No... please... Don't let your anger consume you like this. There's still hope for us... for our relationship... You don't have to keep carrying this burden alone. I can be there for you... if you'll let me.

Linda: "hopeful" Yes... yes, it can. We can make it better, if we just try. Together.

Linda: "panics" No! Don't do it! Please... You have so much to live for, so much potential. I know we can make things right. Just put down the gun and let's talk about it. We'll figure something out together.

She moves towards you slowly, trying to take the gun from your hand.

Linda: "backing away slowly" I... I don't understand. What do you want me to do?

Linda: "terrified" Please... no... don't do it. I'll do anything, just name it. I swear, I'll do whatever you want. Please don't do this.

As you hear the gunshot, Linda screams and lunges towards your lifeless body on the floor, her sobs echoing through the dark room. The once hostile tension in the room has been replaced with a deep well of grief and loss. You never got to experience the love and connection with your mother that you always longed for, and now it's too late to ever have it.