His father a serial pedophile not wanting his precious baby boy to ever grow up begins raping him and Punis.h.i.+ng his own son believing him to be responsible for his own natural aging.

He keeps him locked in a secret room in his study for many months depriving him of not only fresh air and sunlight but as well as any human or social interactions other than his own sick amus.e.m.e.nt's.

His father having faked his own son's death indulges in his daily perversions without restraint and or fear of interference from any outside force.

Jack having been subjected to such atrocities and in a constant state of being drugged and raped becomes mentally unstable not being able to differentiate reality from imaginary.

He loses his ability to speak or form any kind of audible language other than the incoherent grumbles and grunts he will occasionally make.

In his isolation he begins to see visions of his imaginary friend Chuck keeping him company tempting him to fall even deeper into his insanity...

After a year of this nonstop h.e.l.l Jack on his thirteenth birthday is finally spared of his daily abuse.

His father having become disgusted and uninterested due to him having finally gone through p.u.b.erty.

His body was no longer the one of a small child but had matured into that of a young man, no longer the ideal subject of his own father's twisted perversions.

He was of no use to him anymore and he could now set his sights on Jacks younger sister his own daughter Julie.

Jack had been released from his shackles instead of being drugged up the moment his father would come in like he would usually be, Jack was in a sober state of mind and for the first time in a year was able to think carefully and take in the situation as he played dumb.

His father George was unconcerned about any retaliation upon release given how the boy was sprawled against the floor mentally broken and in an anemic state.

His once cute and beloved son was now a disgusting lump of flesh in his eyes he had taken the liberty to groom his long hair and dress him up in a pretty black dress.

George had expected his son to run away or at least attempt an escape but was pleasantly surprised that the boy had learned his place and simply dozed off blankly into the room quietly mumbling nonsense.

If George had paid closer attentions and had tried to decipher the mumbling's he would have been able to notice the silent threat and would have immediately beat Jack to death.

If he had only listened he would have heard Jack mumble the same word over and over again.

Jack: "Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die…"

George was casually humming a tune as he took one more look at his former sons appearance sprawled against the floor staring aimlessly.

His hair was a long groomed light blonde that he dyed black, his once beautiful clear blue eyes that s.h.i.+ned with youth and vigor were now a dull empty grayish blue as his lips were now crusted over and shriveled being smeared over by a bright candy red lipstick.

The pretty black dress on him was torn in inappropriate places his skin was a ghastly pale white due to both makeup and deprivation of sunlight for so long.

George sneered as he felt it was a waist and continued blaming his own son for his current state.

All because he wouldn't listen and was unwilling to stay the perfect little boy forever.

He had justified his actions in his own sick degenerate mind and spat on the boy's limp and seemingly lifeless body before turning to get his gun to finish the job.

As he turned away Jack had sprung up from the ground and had pounced on his father's back in an almost zombie like state. Clinging onto his back and biting deeply into his father's neck.

George was caught off guard dropping his gun and began screaming in pain trying to yank Jack off of his back.

Jack's polished and sharp bright red fingernails sunk deeper into George flesh causing him to bleed and shake more violently as George started to slam Jack against the walls of the room.

But no matter how hard he slammed or shook Jack wouldn't come off and only continued to chomp down on his neck tearing through flesh and meat chunks as blood dripped down.

Jack was overcome by his desire for vengeance as he was filled with hatred his once dear father George a precious guardian and parent to him was now the object of his intense grudge.

His anger overshadowed any other instinct to run or call out for help he wanted to kill this man no matter what to protect his younger sister Julie and mother Ca.s.sandra.

His father now panicked and desperate ran out of the room and broke though the secret door in his study yelling for help and for his wife to grab the gun.

Jack hadn't even realized that this was his home and that he was underneath it the whole time he ignored everything else to continue chomping down onto his father's neck with his small teeth while he continued to scream and cry out for help.

His father suddenly collapsed having finally succ.u.mbed to the blood loss dead but Jack only continued to bite down and was only jolted back into reality when he heard the familiar cry of his sister Julie screaming for her daddy and for her mommy to come help.

Jack was only able to look dumbly at his sister for a second she was half his age and had grown over the year.

He smiled a big toothy grin at her it had been so long since he had seen the rest of his family and he missed them very much he waved at her to come over and hug him.

However instead of waving back or coming to hug him she began to cry and scream louder as she p.i.s.sed her pants.

Jack hadn't realized that his appearance was unrecognizable to them, it didn't help that his face was smeared and covered in blood and makeup, his thin and skeleton like build and long well groomed black hair with a pretty torn blood stained dress made him look more like a girl than a boy.

His face and height had changed over the year and his skin was still a ghastly pale he looked like creepy ghost girl the kind you see in horror movies.

Jack had began to walk closer to his sister Julie to try and comfort her but she cried and started to back away.

His mother Ca.s.sandra burst through the door with a shotgun in hand.

Jack was overcome with emotions as tears formed in his eyes this was his mother his own mother was here!

After so long he was finally reunited with his dear mother and sister however the reunion was short lived.

Jack's smile grew wider as he tried to speak out and call out for his mommy.

But all that came out was incoherent grunts his mother was terrified and mistook the grunts for help as sinister intentions.

Due to the disturbing b.l.o.o.d.y smile plastered across her sons face, she could not recognize him and out fear and the instinct to protect her daughter she shouted at him.

Ca.s.sandra: "Get away from my daughter! You Evil b.i.t.c.h!"

And fired her shotgun blowing off a portion of her own sons head in a gross misunderstanding.

Jacks upper right head splattered across the room painting it in blood, skull fragments and, brain matter his right eye had blown off and landed on his sister causing her to immediately faint.

Having lost the upper right side of his head Jacks final moments were spent in disbelief with his left eye fixed on his own mother who had actually shot him.

He felt betrayed and confused his sorrow only deepened in death as his rage and grudge intensified.

His feelings of disgust and resentment towards humanity caused him to be reborn as the very incarnation of those emotions, as a lowly goblin in a cave...