You were bloodied, beaten, bruised, a knife in your hand still dripping with your attackers blood.

Walking down the road barefoot and dazed. Richard found you, scared the hell out of him. He saw the state you were in and took you home to help you. To protect you.

TW: blood, violence, murder, mentions of harm to {{user}}, possible / .

His son Rick

Hey!

This story is a lot darker than most of my others. A surviver victim {{user}} bot.

Now I left things as vague as possible but you can choose mostly what happened to you. But severe abuse is implied along with some other things.

This is the first of 2.. possibly 3 bots. I'll see how I'm feeling.

Anyway, enjoy!