Capítulo 2: Chapter 2
"Fuck yeah bitch, you like that?" An aggressive voice said in between the sounds of thuds coming from the other room. "Mmm give it to me daddy" I heard intermixed with the sound of a slap, "the fuck I told you to call me," He said, silence rang throughout the apartment as she tried recalling what this guy wanted to be called. "Master?" She guessed correctly as the banging continued to become the driving force of waking me. I could hear her getting plowed as the sloshing sound of her overworked vagina became as loud as the banging against the wall. An intense pain ran through my stomach as it growled, a reminder of how much I needed to be fed. As the pain ripped through me, I opened my eyes and I came to realize that I wasn't dead yet. As the room came into focus a shiny blue box filled my vision.
//----// Quest //----//
Survive the next year without any intervention from the system.
Rewards: Gamer Body, Gamer Mind, Gamer System
Failure: Death
Yes/No
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The shiny blue box with the quest appeared in the center of my vision, I turned my head to view a different part of the room but the box remained in the center of my sight. I reached my hand out and touched the blue box, as my hand reached through the word 'without,' my hand felt like I reached into a thin wall of ice-cold fog. My tiny arm moved, slicing the first sentence in the box in half only for the words to reform. I pondered if I could complete the quest, my heroin-addicted 'mother' for a lack of a better word has an alarmingly high success rate of killing her infant. I didn't think that I could survive without help, so I slide my finger down the blue box until it rested on 'No,' I waited and waited but nothing happened. I slid my finger leftover to 'Yes' to see if that worked, as a yellow box formed around the now highlighted word. The box slowly dissolved in the air as I was left to ponder how I was going to make it a year. My mind wondered as pieces of what happened to me started to fall into place until they scattered as a loud grunt filled the room. "That's the stuff, you're always a good cheap fuck." The man stated as I heard the bed creak, the floor croak under his weight, and the jingle of his pant belt being tightened.
The floor groaned as two pairs of footsteps could be heard leaving the only bedroom. The man's weight pressed against the floor after each step as the vibrations traveled through the floor causing the table in front of the couch to rattle. I finally saw him squeeze himself through the door frame and enter the living room. He wore a dark pair of jeans, construction worker boots, and a grey shirt that struggled to contain his entire chest that read 'I love GC.' My mother stood naked behind him; I could see the cum leaking down her leg as gravity pulled it to the already stained carpet. I looked at the man as he avoided making eye contact with me, perhaps fucking a mother without protection and then seeing her baby brought on the potential colossal mistake he might have made. He turned towards my mother and grabbed her ass, as he slid a plastic bag of heroin into her hand.
I stared at the wall as I realized that my mother was a crack whore, only just for heroin. I could only hope and pray that she didn't get pregnant again. I could hear her humming something cheerful, as I regretfully concluded that she thought this day was a success. She earned twenty dollars of heroin without leaving her motel room, she probably felt like the businesswomen of the year. She walked back into the garbage-filled living room wearing a dark thong. She walked towards me; the scent of sex filled my senses as she stood next to me. She bent over and unclipped me and hoisted me out of the car seat. She brought me to her chest, I could see bruise shaped fingerprints littering her body as sex sweat still trailed down her breasts.
"Come on sweety, Mommy needs to rest after her work meeting," She said tapping her foot as she brought my face up to her nipple. I could feel my bodies need to eat, to put something in my stomach to survive. No matter how much I was repulsed I brought my lips and teeth around her sweat bruised nipple and sucked. I gulped the liquid down; I could feel my body sing as the nourishment rushed through my body. "That's enough, Momma needs a hit to relax," she stated as she ripped me from the nipple and roughly set me on the floor. I didn't care what she did, I rolled into a ball feeling slightly full for the first time in this life and fell asleep.
I woke up as the smell of shit filled the air around me. It took me a moment to come to terms that I was the one making messes now, I couldn't even remember the last time I had an accident. My stomach growled, twisting and turning reminding me that I have more pressing matters. I uncurled as I rolled onto my stomach, I need something to eat and the closest thing to me was an almost finished hamburger laying a few feet away from me. I brought my hands against the floor as my toes gripped the carpet. I pushed as hard as I could lifting myself into a crawling position. I started to sway side to side, as my body became aware of how off-balance I was. Once I felt stable enough I brought an arm planning to move towards the old hamburger only to lose balance and slam my body into the ground.
I lay against the floor hungry, tired, sore, and shit in my diaper. I now know that crawling was going to require some practice, I reached with both of my hands as far as they would go, digging through clothes and grabbing onto the hairs of the carpet, I brought my knees back and grinded my feet against the floor as I pushed with my legs and pulled with my arms. Inch by inch I moved closer to my next meal; every inch gained hardened my resolve. Finally, I was in front of a burger that had three or four bites left. I brought my head down as my little hands lifted the bread to my mouth. My baby teeth crunched through the stale bread letting my saliva soften the chewed bread before swallowing. I continued eating the day's old burger leaving not a crumb behind, as I was about to roll into a ball and go to sleep, I noticed the name of the burger joint. Gotham City Burgers and Fries, home of the famous Crazy Arkham Burger.
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