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I went in and grabbed her and tried to pick her up. It was comfortable on the floor with Mom on top of me. I pulled her to the edge of the stairs and went down a couple. The steps spun as I held on to the banister with one hand and mom with the other. I hurt my knee and elbow, but I didn’t feel the pain so much as knew it was there. Every pinpoint of light was crystal clear, and there were millions of them.
That damned fucking noise was messing with my brain.
She had on a tight corset thing that was striped crimson and black. There were some kind of small clamps attached to each of her nipples with a golden chain that went up to a ring at the front of the collar she was wearing. I lifted the mask to make sure it really was my mother. It was hard to tell with only the light of the stars to go by, but it looked like a large, plastic, purple butterfly thing.
She had her long blond hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. It was cocked sideways, but it was made of leather and had shiny silver rivets around the edges. She had on a pair of knee-high leather boots decorated with bright zippers and spikes. She wasn’t wearing underwear, but there was something strapped around her waist and covering her crotch.
I looked around trying to remember what I was doing up and out of bed.
I looked at the phone in my hand, but it didn’t have any answers.