Once upon a time there was a boy named Ken who was 14 or something years old. This boy had a friend named Simone who requested her sardonic older sister to write a story about her friend Ken; and this is how it goes:
As the sun started to lower to rest from the tiring day, Ken had spent his afternoon playing his video games and watching Youtube instead of doing his homework that he was given by his teachers that day at school. Ken was warned by his mother to take the rubbish to the road, after completing the task with irritation he decided to get away from his pesky mother and go for a little stroll around his neighbourhood. Ken walked past a well-built man who was sitting on a bench with a fedora hiding the upper half of his face. Ken continued to walk onwards until a calming voice caught his attention.
“Excuse me, do you know where we are?” the man asked as he walked up to Ken, the young adolescent couldn’t stop the though passing of how one could not know where they are.
“You are in Parkinson.” He replied calmly.
“Would you except a rose as a thank you?” the man politely said holding out a green rose.
“I’m good. By the way, how is the rose green, did you die it?” he asked eye the bloomed rose that seemed to hold a soft glow from the remaining light from the sun.
“That’s a secret~. Are you sure you don’t want this lovely rose?” the man almost purred.
“I sure, you keep it. Dude it’s late! I got to go back home. Bye” Ken said and walked back to his house. The muscular adult only smirked as he watched Ken walk off as he tipped his fedora down and walked off in the opposite direction.
“Ken! KENKENKENKENKENKEN!!” Simone yelled with Clare joining in.
“What?!” he replied sharply at the to trolls.
“Guess what!”
“What?”
“I had so much fun rapping those little boys last night~. Ken~ do you want to join in at being molested? Hmmmm?” Simone hummed in a creepy voice like she always does when she talks about molesting people.
“What the hell, No! Go find so one else” he warned as he went reached to collect his hand ball in his bag. Finding the lack of presence of the ball he inspected the bag more thoroughly.
“Oi Simone give me my ball back!” Ken warned glaring at her.
“No~~~~!” she playfully said. Ken was about to come closer to check if she had it in her hands only to find it rolling on the ground beside him. Picking it up he glares at Simone.
“I still can’t believe you got your sister to write, what the hell is Sexual Offenderman? The both of you are weird!” he complained. Not far away a small laugh at the statement of ‘Offenderman’ humoured the man.
“Hay! Who wrote this chicken scratch on my ball? What is this ‘your friends are interesting trolls’ seriously?!” he almost yelled at the absurdity as he looked around to try and find who wrote the next ‘text’. Over the week Ken started to really question what was happening as things of his were being moved from one place to another, eg. His bed moved from one side of the room to another. Ken decided to confront Simone about his problems.
“Simone!” he called and tried to catch up to her only to notice her super evil and sadistic sister that enjoys watching Ken suffer was beside her.
“The both have been messing around with the furniture in my house haven’t you” he states but not in accusing way but more playful and weary way.
“YES! We both snuck into your house while you were at school and moved the furniture in your house, what shall we do next Onee-chan?”
“We should hang a dead bird on his door like a sign, and attach the furniture to the ceiling!” the older devilish one smirked. Ken only walked away slowly from the two psychopaths slowly and headed off to go home. After spending a couple of hours playing games the itch to go outside drowned him and decided to go to the park. A path of rose petals caught his attention and out of curiosity followed the path into the bush. The rose petal path came to an end with nothing but the trees surrounding him.
“We meet again” a soft purr in Ken’s ear caused the young teen tense. Spinning around Ken caught the sight of a firm muscular chest that was semi exposed from the trench coat, looking up he saw a pure white almost featureless face that only had a creepy smirk. Ken jumped back a good 2 meters, tripping he landed on his ass staring wide eyed at the creature before him.
“Are you slenderman?” Ken jittered out. The white tentacles that wrapped around him pulled him close.
“Your little brown haired friend wrote my name on your ball, so have another guess!” he smirked.
“Offenderman?”
“And I’m gonna make you scream that name all night long!” he purred as they both disappeared from the trees protection.
Ken heard chains move and starred in horror as he helplessly watched as he was been chained up to the wall by his wrists. The slender slowly removed his hat and tie followed by his coat to reveal that he was wearing nothing underneath while his hard manhood stood tall, the white appendages slid of the clothes that Ken wore leaving him bare and venerable. The tentacles started caressing the small body before digging the tips into the skin and ripping it apart making Ken scream little the little girl he is.
“Has anyone seen Ken? The police started questioning about him” the sass master questioned.
“No. Smexy probably got to him and raped him” Simone replied.
Beware Ken~ the rose contract is a lose-lose situation. If you take the rose you get raped, if you don’t you get rape.
DON’T TAKE THE ROSE!!!!
Skin by *StranaStraga
