A Mother's Sin

A Mother's Sin

Gavin

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I' ve always known what animals were thinking. It' s a secret I keep, even from my boyfriend. So when my best friend, Chloe, invited me to her cutting-edge Primate Cognition Center, I agreed, expecting just another odd day of animal thoughts. Then I met Brutus. A massive gorilla housed behind thick glass, his thoughts weren't mere animalistic grunts. They were clear, chilling: "Her skin. So smooth. I want it. Tonight. I' ll take it tonight." Hours later, Brutus escaped, his tracker leading straight to my apartment building. Mark was working late, and I was alone. Chloe' s police deputy brother, David, rushed to help. I heard his muffled struggle outside my door, followed by Brutus' s casual thought: "He was strong. Good fight." Then, Brutus used David' s dead body to knock on my door, a gruesome puppet. When Mark called, saying he was coming home, I warned him, but he disconnected. His last terrified thoughts flooded my mind as Brutus ambushed him in the garage. Mark was gone. Brutus was gone. But then "Mark" called me. His voice was off. His behavior was wrong, serving me food I' m deadly allergic to. A horrific truth clicked: Brutus wore Mark' s skin as a grotesque disguise – a calculated revenge against my mother, who had experimented on him. My presence was now the target of his cruel, human-like rage. Chloe arrived at our apartment, yet "Mark" lied about her being late. My gut screamed. I found Chloe on the balcony, bound and gagged. Her terrified plea, once free: "It' s not Mark! It' s Brutus! He' s wearing his skin!" Everything clicked. With a kitchen knife glimmering in "Mark's" hand, it was time to fight for my life.

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I' ve always known what animals were thinking.

It' s a secret I keep, even from my boyfriend.

So when my best friend, Chloe, invited me to her cutting-edge Primate Cognition Center, I agreed, expecting just another odd day of animal thoughts.

Then I met Brutus.

A massive gorilla housed behind thick glass, his thoughts weren't mere animalistic grunts.

They were clear, chilling: "Her skin. So smooth. I want it. Tonight. I' ll take it tonight."

Hours later, Brutus escaped, his tracker leading straight to my apartment building.

Mark was working late, and I was alone.

Chloe' s police deputy brother, David, rushed to help.

I heard his muffled struggle outside my door, followed by Brutus' s casual thought: "He was strong. Good fight."

Then, Brutus used David' s dead body to knock on my door, a gruesome puppet.

When Mark called, saying he was coming home, I warned him, but he disconnected.

His last terrified thoughts flooded my mind as Brutus ambushed him in the garage.

Mark was gone.

Brutus was gone.

But then "Mark" called me.

His voice was off.

His behavior was wrong, serving me food I' m deadly allergic to.

A horrific truth clicked: Brutus wore Mark' s skin as a grotesque disguise – a calculated revenge against my mother, who had experimented on him.

My presence was now the target of his cruel, human-like rage.

Chloe arrived at our apartment, yet "Mark" lied about her being late.

My gut screamed.

I found Chloe on the balcony, bound and gagged.

Her terrified plea, once free: "It' s not Mark! It' s Brutus! He' s wearing his skin!"

Everything clicked.

With a kitchen knife glimmering in "Mark's" hand, it was time to fight for my life.

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