Alex was right; his mom did give him something to dream about. Because he dreamed about his mom. He dreamed about her on that squeaking bed in sordid detail. The debauchery that happened. He dreamed about her sopping cunt's fluids--which his bully used as a lubricant for fucking her tight sphincter.

Then James woke up in the morning, smelling bacon and eggs. He blankly looked at the ceiling for a while before deciding to go back down. He was about to but he remembered the bruises. He looked at his face in the mirror. His bruises were there, unavoidably serving as a cruel reminder of what had happened yesterday. They...