Things aren't looking too well inside a small cottage in England. A small, 5 year old boy was sitting on the couch, looking glum as he played with his fingers. The reason for this; his alcoholic mother was not very happy with him. Not long ago, he was suppose to be doing various chores across the house. But he ended up growing tired and wanted to rest. But, his mother caught him, and she thought he was slacking off. So he dragged him by the ear and was now pacing back and forth in front of him, taking a shot of beer before setting it down on the table.

The mother then shot a glare at him, her blue eyes not fitting at all with her personality. "I'm very disappointed in you, young man." She spoke to him in a venomous tone, making the boy flinch. He then looked up.

"Bu-But mommy, I was growing tired. T-There's so much to do!" he replied, in an attempt to reason with her. The mother clenched her fist, and began stomping towards him, the loud thumps making his blood run cold.

"Barbary, I've raised you for 5 years." She began, as the boy, now known as Barbary looked up at her as she drew closer. "I adopted you from the orphanage; I homeschooled you, fed you…and WHAT do I get; a lazy runt who was too lazy to do simple chores!" she was now closer to him, finger now pointing at him. Barbary flinched back, feeling small, weak and cornered.

Then he blurted out, "But you never let me go outside once in my life! I wanted to make new friends, but you won't let me! So how can you say you did a great job raising me when you don't want me to experience what's out there for at least a FEW minutes!"

Immediately he began to regret speaking out loud, for he saw his mother's face, and it contorted to one of rage. He gulped, preparing for a thashing. But, instead, all he saw was a smile from her. It was…unnerving. And it was made even more unnerving when she the traced her fingers down his neck.

"Mommy?" Barbary asked, feeling tenser some more. Then the mother spoke in an unsettlingly sultry tone. "So warm, aren't you, son?" asked the mother. Barbary widened his eyes in horror, as she soon leaned closer. There, he could smell the alcohol coming from her breath.

"You know, I always do want to know what it would be like to…have you inside of me." Barbary was now scared and confused, until he felt something wet and sticky going up on his cheek. He knew what it was, as he saw her pulling back, tongue briefly seen as she pulled it back inside. He widened his eyes as she soon began leaning forward.

"You're gonna eat me?" Barbary asked in fright, thinking she will cannibalize him, before he felt her breath on his neck. She never replied though, before he felt her biting down making him flinch and squeak in pain. Immediately, panic began to rise as he felt her pushing him, thinking she is eating him alive, given the rough bites.

"NO! NO, please mommy! I promise I'll do everything you need me to do!" he shouted. Soon, the biting stopped, and he heard her breathing into her ear.

"You'll do what I want, when I want it?" She asked with malice. Barbary nodded. "Yes. Yes, ma'am." replied Barbary. He nodded furiously, and thankfully, that made her pull back. Now, she still a mad look on her face.

"Good! Now, get out of here and go upstairs to your room. I don't want to see you for the rest of the day."

She pointed to the stairs, and immediately Barbary got on his foot and ran upstairs. Then, "And no dinner for you tonight!" she called out. But Barbary didn't hear her as he soon reached his room with tears in his eyes. He then ran to his bed, burying his face into the pillow, before he began crying silently to himself. He couldn't believe it; his mother, the one who loved him very much, before she tried out alcohol , was now treating him poorly, and she even thought of him as food. Granted, yes they were poor, but Barbary still was shaken up by the news. He felt as if his life was in danger now. If he messes up, then she'll eat him up. He wanted to believe it was the alcohol, but now after this, he wasn't sure.

Then he felt a small soreness on his neck. He touched it, before feeling a small lump. Barbary looked at the mirror nearby, and saw a small bruise. He then began to grow more tears at the pain, physical and emotional before he looked out at the window, looking out at the woods nearby. As of right now, he felt trapped inside his home, but deep down, he knew that someday, somehow; he would have to get out of here. And after a while of thinking, he was soon able to figure out how.

All be he has to do, is wait…