Shawn was in pain, his whole body feeling as though he were being ripped apart. Mark had been very rough with him, and it was even worse since he'd heard Nala's mental screams and he'd taken her pain from her. He felt numb from the electricity that had been flowing through Nala's body and his ass felt as though someone had shoved broken glass inside of him. Mark Smiled smugly as he got off of the bed and got dressed, slapping Shawn's ass hard before finally leaving. ~I'm sorry I couldn't save you Nala...~ he said before passing out from the pain he was in.......Shawn gritted his teeth, clenching his fists so hard they bled as he planned his escape. He hadn't seen Nala in six years even though they'd lived in the same place...Axle made damn sure they never got the chance to see each other, especially after Shawn found out she'd had a baby with him after he'd had sex with her years earlier...He'd never seen his son, and every time he'd talked to Nala through his mind she seemed more and more depressed. He was trying so hard to think of a way to get them out of this godforsaken place and he was strong enough to finally do that. He'd already knocked out his customer and was heading out of the room when he was caught by Mark. Shawn grabbed him and slammed his head into the wall, knocking him out cold before he ran from the room. He wanted to find Nala, but he couldn't find her anywhere no matter where he looked...He'd made it up to Axle's room and opened the door to find a small child with his head cut off, laying in a pool of blood and Nala on the bed being fucked hard by Axle. Shawn knew as soon as he saw the young boy...it was his son...Axle had killed his son! Shawn couldn't handle the thought of this and he ran from the room, his head aching painfully and erasing his memories of Nala, there only time together, and the son he never got to know as he passed out once he got downstairs. Shawn awoke to a splitting headache and all of the slaves around him were running from the house. He had no idea what was going on, but he wasn't complaining. He quickly got to his feet and took off, spreading his black wings and soaring over the hellhole he'd lived in for six fucking years! He knew whose fault it was for his torment, oh yes he knew! He'd been planning his revenge for years! Thinking each and every day what he'd do to his mother if and when he ever got out of that place! He headed to her house, smiling when he saw she still lived there, and knocked on the door. She opened the door and blinked in surprise, apparently not recognizing him. "Oh my god! What brings you here? Need a place to stay, handsome?", she asked giddily. He glared daggers at her and grabbed her by her throat, before heading inside and locking the door behind him. "You fucking bitch! You don't fucking remember me do you, you cunt?! Your own son!", he spat angrily as her eyes widened in shock and fear. "Sh-Shawn!? But you! I sold you to-", Shawn cut her off as he slammed her into the wall. "I KNOW WHAT YOU DID YOU FUCKING BITCH!!! You left me there! You let that asshole do things to me, let him let others do things to me! Well it's your turn now! Looks like Judgment Day's finally come for you!", he shouted furiously as he dragged her to the bedroom and punched her hard in the side of the face before tying her up to the bed posts. He left her for a moment and went to the living room, pulling a drawer out and slinging odds and ends everywhere as he picked up a pair of scissors, some bolt cutters, and a lighter. He walked back into the bedroom and gagged her when she began screaming and crying, begging him not to hurt her. He climbed over her as he spread his black wings, her eyes widening at the sight of them. "You selfish bitch! You hurt me years ago, and now beg me not to hurt you?!", he said in disgust as he picked up the bolt cutters and reached up to cut each finger from her hands before doing the same to her toes. She screamed in agony, the gag not really helping to keep her quiet. Shawn found himself smiling at her torment and he dropped the bolt cutters as he picked up the lighter and stuck it to her finger and toe stubs to cauterize them. She was crying nonstop as he did this and he began laughing at her pain as he picked up the scissors and slid them up her thighs, applying pressure to cut her legs as he did so. "You're such a bitch! You didn't deserve my father, and you didn't deserve to have a child!", he said through gritted teeth as he shoved the scissors up into her loose body and cut her up, her blood splattering his hands and pants. She was still crying and her body was shaking from the torture he was putting her through. He hated this woman with all that he was, and he couldn't stand seeing her. He took the scissors and stabbed them into her chest, cutting a short, deep cut into her chest before dropping the scissors and using his hands to rip open her chest cavity. Blood poured from her onto the bed, covering his body and splattering over his face as she began convulsing underneath him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a syringe filled with adrenaline he'd taken from the mansion before he'd left, and injected her with it to keep her awake. He wanted this bitch to feel every last bit of torture until she was dead! He reached inside of her and began breaking her ribs and looking into her body to see what she looked like inside. He expected her insides to be as dark as her fucking soul itself, but apparently that's not how it worked. He looked up to see her pain-filled eyes looking at him, pleading with him to stop and he glared at her before taking the scissors and popping her eyes out into his hands and pulling as hard as he could, loving the ripping sound they made when he'd stretched them as far as they could go and they snapped. He was sick and tired of looking at this pathetic woman and he reached into the floor and grabbed a hammer. He brought the tool up to his mother and grabbed her by the hair before bringing the hammer down and crushing her skull repeatedly, blood and brain matter splattering all over him and the wall as he did so. His breathing was erratic and uneven as she stopped moving underneath him and he dropped the hammer to the floor. Blood dripped from him to join the pool on the bed that was flowing like a waterfall into the floor and he jumped off of the bed and ran into the bathroom to throw his guts up until he was dry-heaving. He looked back at his mother's mutilated body laying on the bed before looking at his blood-soaked reflection in the mirror, his wings dripping blood like the rest of him, and he slammed his fist into the mirror. He'd always told himself he wasn't evil, just like his father would tell him...but he'd just proved his mother right......he was a monster after all. He got into the shower and scrubbed the blood from him before rummaging through the boxes in the closet and finding some of his father's old clothes. He quickly dressed and ran from the house, spreading his wings as he went, and took off. He didn't bother to look back as he just flew, not knowing or caring where he would or could go...

Annnd.. yus~

I like pie. That is all.