"*sigh*... fine, I'll help pay for your meals, but you are still doing intel on this next mission. I'll send you the details in a bit but do prepare as we are heading out tonight. Do not disappoint me any further, boy."
"Yes, ma'am," I replied, leaving the room with a blank expression.
It wasn't long, but I took a nap before the mission, finding myself in a nightmare when I was extremely young. I was probably around the age when that event happened, but this one distinct event that really fucked me up continued to play in my head.
"Mama! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I'm sorry! Please! It hurts!" I watched my young self plead as he was plastered onto the ground, bruised with belt marks on his face, chest, arms, and legs. He attempted to apologize for his simple misdoing yet was beaten to the brink of death by his merciless mother.
The sight almost made me want to throw up. I didn't want to see this anymore.
