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“Why are you doing this? Why?”
“Mom, what do you mean by ‘why’? I’m doing all of this for you.” His voice had a strange gentleness, laced with an unsettling calm. “You’re just confused because you hit your head. That’s why I’m giving you time and space to think.”
“Who is your mom, huh? I am not the woman you think I am!” Rebecca's voice trembled with defiance, but the tremor in her hands betrayed her. “I have never been that person...”
Before she could finish, his hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her. His grip was firm, but his eyes softened in that familiar way that once seemed innocent, but now chilled her to the bone.
“Mom,” he whispered, leaning closer, his breath warm against her skin, “you are my mom. The one who first took care of me, who gave me my first real meal… So, please, don’t say things that will hurt us both.”
Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out of the basement, the click of the lock echoing in the silence as the heavy door sealed her inside.
Rebecca slid down to the cold floor, her body sagging against the wall. The expression on her face was no longer one of anger or fear, just a hollow, distant stare—a stark contrast to the passionate woman who moments ago had lashed out at her 'son'. How did it come to this? How had she found herself trapped in this nightmarish situation?
She couldn’t comprehend how the boy she had raised had become so twisted, so unhinged, consumed by an obsession. 
He was fixated on the idea that she was his mother—not because of the care and warmth he had received from his real mother, but because of the care Rebecca had given him. She had stepped into the role with utmost emotion, raising him as if he were her own. But the moment she tried to reveal her true identity, the truth of who she really was, he stopped her. He didn’t want to hear it. He couldn’t bear the thought that the one person who had shown him true affection wasn’t the woman he desperately wanted her to be.
The madness in his eyes haunted her. He wasn’t simply confused—he knew. He wanted her to become that woman. And he wouldn’t stop until she accepted that horrifying lie.
“Don’t worry. If you truly want to escape, we can help you. We will help you.”
The voice was delicate, fluttering in the stillness. It came from a butterfly—a shimmering, ethereal creature that hovered before her. Its wings glowed faintly in the dim light, reflecting the smallest hints of magic.
Rebecca’s lips twisted into a bitter smile as she gazed at the butterfly. It was almost laughable, the cruelty of it all. The very gods she had once trusted, the ones she had so diligently served, had kept this terrible secret from her. They had watched everything unfold, indulging in the spectacle like it was a game for their amusement, only stepping in now because things had spiraled beyond their control.
She had believed they were her friends, that they valued her loyalty, her offerings. She had shared her most intriguing knowledge with them, thinking it was a fair exchange. But in the end, they had betrayed her, sitting idle while her life was in a mess.
“You?” she whispered, her voice low and venomous. “You want to help me? After everything you’ve done by staying silent? By watching this sick play, entertained by my suffering?”
Though her voice was barely audible, she didn’t need to shout to express the depth of her rage. Her tone seethed with quiet fury. She didn’t want her captor to hear, but her anger was raw, palpable. She treated him as her own son, but he was not willing to accept her as his mother, he was obsessed with the original soul who didn't treat him well.
Rebecca’s thoughts turned darker, colder. She didn’t just want to escape—she wanted to disappear entirely. She couldn’t live like this, not in this prison of delusion and betrayal. She would find a way out. She had to.
And when she did, she would make sure she was never found again.

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