For End Master's Manifest Destiny Contest. Expanding horizons and all that.

You grew up here. All you've ever known is sitting in your little box of metal. Daddy takes care of you. He says the world is dangerous, that there are monsters looking to take you away. He protects you. At least, that's what he tells you. You know better...

(You are Tess, an 11-year-old girl who was abducted as an infant and grew up inside a cage that 'Daddy' built for you in the basement.)

WARNING     WARNING      WARNING

This story contains graphic depictions of violence, nonconsensual sex, and other sensitive topics. If any of these are triggers for you, I IMPLORE you not to read this. This does not reflect my personal views in any way. So in other words: This shit WILL be downright disturbing. Don't bitch if you get uncomfortable because that is the point. Thank you and have a wonderful read!

There are 26 endings. Play to see them all.

You can hear it ringing again. The endless droll of mechanical laughter that mocks you. Without fail, it rings at precisely 3:02 in the morning, never a good nights sleep allowed. Some days you yearn to smash it, others you let it ring until you think you may go deaf. And even still others lead you to answering...

the phone call.

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Just an extremely, bare minimum game (though this says nothing of quality) to test the waters on this site before I finish up the game I've been chipping away at for almost two years. Don't expect too much from it, I just wanted to tell a simple and short story!

Lol I suppose that you expecting loli porn to be frequent is fair, but I'm not a fan of it so odds are you won't see it again in my work. 

Yes, the confusion was intentional for two reasons. The first one is because the narrator himself (who isn't omnipotent since it is only Wigston's thoughts being shown) doesn't know what is going on fully. The second is because this is really just backstory for a character that will appear in the novel I'm writing so the answers to the questions you probably have are there. 

Also, thank you for the feedback and reading the story! 

It was a lot of fun to be a part of your contest, End! Thanks for the opportunity. And huge congratulations to Ninja!

Good question

A true CYStian

I mean, we all know who is gonna win here but I am excited to see where I fall underneath that

I'm glad someone got the irony of this post

This is correct

It was for emphasis lol

If you cannot spell your insults properly, please, shut the fuck up. Already, you have lost to the End Master.

If you are a retard, please, shut the fuck up. Everyone here will tie you to a stake and set you aflame just for good friday night fun.

If you are Ford, please, shut the fuck up. We already know what you'll say.

And if you aren't any of those things... well, still, shut the fuck up because not a single person needs to hear your 'new' opinions. Now, I will do the same because no one here knows me.

Droplets lightly trail down my pale cheek, a shiver erupting from inside of me.  I can feel her moving next to me, her hand failing to find mine, instead just slapping the cold hard pavement next to her.  I faintly hear footsteps retreating away quickly and being accompanied with soft curses and short prayers for forgiveness.  Trembling, my lips form words but my lungs only force out liquid, which simply splatters back onto my face.  The tapping of her nails comforts me.  My phone vibrates in my pocket.  It rings once.  Twice.  Then stops.  Must not have been important.  

My ears are straining as I try to make out any sirens or screams but there is nothing.  Just her continuous tapping.  It must be just us.  I turn my head slightly, a dribble dripping down my dour features, to try and get a good look at her.  Only then do I realize it isn’t night, but rather the stars I see are all in my head.  Her face shines among them and I reach out for her.  I narrowly miss and my thoughts dull for a moment before springing back to clarity. I thrust out blindly in the dark, my clammy fingers wrap around hers and I cling to her.  In silence, I squeeze.  She doesn’t squeeze back.  My sickly laugh causes more of my life to be expelled from my lungs only to crash right back down on top of me like a mock rain.  That’s when I hear a scream and know I’ll be just fine.