The Reincarnation God

Fog surrounds a little kid. White fog, to be precise. His surroundings look so bright, at the same time, they look so dark. Full of sadness and regret.

Nothing is visible beyond one foot. The little kid seems terrified. He is sitting on his knees.

It looks like he has cried. A lot.

His eyes are puffy, and look red. However, on taking a closer look, his eyes look... almost empty.

His dark blue eyes, look emotionless. Why is a kid of such a young age so full of regret? Why does he look so sad, and emotionless?

Suddenly, a figure appears behind him, and pulls him into a tight hug. The figure is feminine. Her face is not visible. She is wearing black tattered clothes. She has long reddish brown hair.

Can they even be called clothes at this point? It's better not to think about that.

A gasp comes out from the kid's little mouth.

The sudden touch of warmth on his back has made him feel emotions.

He remembers this sensation. He remembers this warmth, this hug.

He does not look like the same emotionless and cold kid which he was a moment ago.

But at what cost? More sadness.

"...Why?" The kid asks in a frail voice.

The female does not answer.

"Why did you leave me? All alone?" The kid repeats, tears rolling down his face. Yet, the figure does not answer.

The kid grits his teeth. Why should he suffer?

The moment he goes outside this space, he will be used as a toy, or a punching bag, or worse, as a lab rat...

He just does not want to go back to that hellhole.

The figure behind the kid's back disappears.

The fog starts to disappear.

Now, the kid is surrounded in darkness. Complete darkness.

Unlike other kids his age, who, in this situation would scream, or cry, or run around for their parents for help; he, is just sitting on his knees, not moving muscle.

He looks... calm.

He is suddenly pushed back. His eyes widen for a split second, but return to his emotionless stare. He is not staring anything in particular.

'I wonder if–' his thoughts are broken when a figure pushes him down, locking its lips with his'.

The kid stares who this figure is.

This figure has just suddenly popped out of nowhere and is trying to molest him.

No, the figure IS molesting him.

He stares at the figure. He cannot see its eyes. He has managed to confirm that his molester is indeed, a woman. Or to be more precise, a girl. From her body, it looks like she is in her early teens.

Pale white skin, white hair.

'Only red eyes and fangs are left to confirm that she is a vampire.' he thinks.

But how can vampires exist? If they cannot, how can parasytes exist? Everything should be possible, right?

He dismisses his unnecessary thoughts.

He suddenly feels his little pink lips hurt. It's hurting. More and More and MORE!

"Mmph! Mmph? M–" He tries to speak, but only muffled voices come out.

Taking it as a golden opportunity, the girl invades his mouth with her tongue. She is dominating. It is clearly visible.

The kid feels his mouth being more and more sticky. It is probably the girl's saliva mixing with his own. Being molested is not something to be happy about. Now is it?

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"Ugh!" The kid suddenly wakes up. His black hair are messed up.

He observes his surroundings through his emotionless blue eyes.

He wears a calm expression.

It looks like he doesn't remember the dream he just had.

He notices that he is on some kind of metal floor. He is wearing dirty and tattered clothes.

A white T-shirt with blood stains and a white panty with unicorns on it.

White panty? With unicorns? Yes, he looks pretty feminine.

A person would clearly misjudge him to be a girl.

He doesn't know what time is it. It definitely isn't night. Is it morning? Noon? Evening?

*BAM*

The metal door bursts open, revealing an ugly fat woman. She is wearing nothing but a large black bra and black p.a.n.t.i.e.s.

Fat is an understatement. She is an obese abomination.

She is carrying a whip with her.

"Oi! You alive you good-for-nothing f.u.c.ker?" The woman speaks, revealing a grin.

She has somewhat grey teeth with a bit of green in it. Looks like she has not brushed them in a week. Or even a month.

The kid seems unfazed by her presence.

The woman shuts the door. Leaving the kid and herself in the room.

"Ho! You dare make that face in front of me? You brat!" She shouts before putting her hand inside her p.a.n.t.i.e.s and scratching her crotch.

The boy tries his best to maintain a calm face. Or else, he will not get food tonight. He has been starving for a week already.

But how can the poor boy maintain his calm? There is an abomination standing in front of him.

The boy looks at her body for a second and then glances to the metal wall.

All he saw, was an obese and ugly thot.

She has now removed her p.a.n.t.i.e.s, and is fingering her p.u.s.s.y. Her body is covered in hair. She, as a human being, is too hairy. Especially at her private parts.

'Can they be even considered private parts? Damn you, you thotty gorilla.' The little boy thinks to himself. He dare not say such words in front of the fatass.

If he says so, he won't see another day.

It has been about three years that the pedophile standing in front of him has started molesting him.

"Oi! Come here!" She says with a grin.

The kid can do nothing but comply.

He stands up, and reaches her. His height is about 1/2nd of that of the whore.

"Lick!" She orders him. She puts her large hand on his head and pulls him towards herself. He is about an inch away from her dirty p.u.s.s.y.

The boy sticks his tongue out and starts l.i.c.k.i.n.g her crotch.

It smells very bad.

It reeks of piss, shit, and vomit.

His dry tongue makes contact with her hairy p.u.s.s.y.

The woman sticks her tongue out, pulls the boy back, making him look upwards.

She then does something unexpected. She spits in his mouth.

"You dare not spit it away. Now, put your tongue inside and start fingering my ass!" She orders.

The kid does as he is ordered.

He puts his little pink tongue inside her dirty hairy p.u.s.s.y, and starts to move it around.

From the woman's expression, it is clear that she is enjoying it.

The kid tries his best not to puke.

He then puts his left hand's fingers inside her asshole.

His little fingers come in contact with her poop as he is fingering her.

The woman then c.u.mms.

All her c.u.m is inside of the kid's mouth.

"Hmm... Good Job. Now drink it, will ya!? That's your meal for today. Wait for the next week." She says and wh.i.p.s the kid's back with her whip.

The kid winces in pain.

This is too much!

He cannot stay calm!

This pedophile abomination! He will kill it!

"Ho! Angry?" She says and prepares to whip him again.

The boy regains his calm. He shuts his eyes, ready to take the blow.

He wants to kill the thotty gorilla. But not now. He doesn't want to give her a painless death.

He has to make sure she lives a miserable life.

He feels a blow on his back. It must be the whip.

The woman removes his fingers from her asshole, puts her p.a.n.t.i.e.s and turns around to leave. She throws away the whip.

It had broken. She needs a new one to punish this boy.

The boy notices her departure. The whip is on the ground, and she has not left yet.

The kid grips the whip handle.

And pushes a button of some sort. A needle falls back.

The woman never knew the capabilities of the whip she used. Nor she knew that the kid she harassed would be a sharp one. Picking the needle in his right hand, he observes it for a second.

The needle has somewhat a blue liquid dripping from its front tip.

The woman has opened the door.

The boy must hurry. Or else, he won't have a better chance.

He positions the needle between his index and middle finger, and throws the needle on her neck.

"Raaghhh!!" She shouts and turns back.

"You!" She reaches her neck and pulls the needle out. Then, she arrives in front the boy.

The boy looks terrified. However, that is only on the outside.

"What?" He asks, returning back to normal. His cold blue eyes stare at the woman in front of him.

The woman tries to reach his neck. To strangle him obviously.

But before she can do that, she... falls.

Her body hits the ground. She is on the verge of losing consciousness.

"F.u.c.k off, bitch. Now, I must make your hubby pay too. Or else, he may feel lonely." The boy says, revealing a grin. A sadistic one.

Usually, he gets a dirty old piece of bread, and a glass of muddy water once a week, and once in two days' time respectively.

But today, what the f.u.c.k was this thot even thinking?

Whatever she was thinking, Rei today had to leave this place. Though, it would have been be better if she did not come.

He spits on the miserable s.l.u.t's face and reaches the door.

His sadistic grin widens.

His torturers, or rather, 'guardians' as they have told him they are to him, will live a despicable life from now on. He won't let them die.

"Guardians my a.s.s. Damned waste of s.p.e.r.ms." He mutters before shutting the door and leaving the thot inside.