She was staring at Ripper in shock. We had been in the cell for a couple minutes already and she hadn't spoken a word, only staring silently at him as if she couldn't process that he was really standing right in front of her.

"Asher? Is that you?" She whispered.

"Don't call me that!" Ripper snapped. His breathing was heavy and he was repeatedly clenching and unclenching his fists. "You lost the right to call me that when you decided to lay your hands on me. You better start explaining yourself before I rip your spine out and shove it down your throat," he grit out.

I smirked and raised an eyebrow at Alesha when she decided to finally look at me. Knowing that she wasn't going to win, she sighed and looked down at the ground.

"You had an older sister. She was a month old when she was killed," she muttered. She glanced up at Ripper to see his expression, but he remained emotionless. "Your father killed her. I woke up one morning to a silent house, which was rare. I went into her nursery and blood was everywhere. When I asked him why he did it, he said that she was too annoying. I should have left him, but I didn't.

"A year later I got pregnant again. But because I knew what would happen already I had a miscarriage due to too much stress and anxiety. The abuse got worse after I lost the baby," her voice was shaky and she took a break to take a deep breath. "I loved him. He was my first and only love and even though he wasn't the nicest person he was still my husband. I didn't want to leave him because I knew no one else would love me because of how scarred my body was. So I stayed.

"Two years went by and our relationship got better. He was seeing a therapist and I was happy. But one night he was drunk driving," she cried. "He was coming home from the bar. I was going to tell him that I was pregnant. This time with you," she took another pause and stared desperately at Ripper.

"He crashed into a semi truck and died immediately on impact. You were the only person I had left Asher!" She yelled. "Please you're my son! You were the only man I had left!"

"Shut up and continue the story," he demanded, his voice low and threatening.

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She sobbed. "You were such a beautiful young boy. You grew to be a man at such a young age, so handsome. I didn't have any other men in my life Asher, and you were perfect. I loved you-"

"You raped me!" He interrupted her, screaming. Veins were popping out on his forehead as he held himself back from beating her. "You raped your son and then got others to rape me too! What kind of mother does that!?"

"A mother who loves her son!" She yelled back. "A mother who wants her son to be trained to pleasure his mother right from a young age! You were so perfect too, all of my friends praised your body any chance they got. They even started paying me because you were so good at making them feel loved, just like how you made me feel," her eyes became distant, almost as if she wasn't focusing on us anymore.

"You hurt me," Ripper cried. He was slowly breaking from the inside out and there was nothing I could do about it.

"You disobeyed me Asher. Bad boys deserve to be punished," she smiled. "You were such a good boy when you were silent. You obeyed me so well but then those times when you lashed out and hurt me or my friends you deserved it. I was only punishing you because you were in the wrong."

"You tried to kill me!"

"I wanted to feel all of you," she whispered. "I wanted to have you with me forever." Her voice started to get louder. "Can a mother not love her child?!" She screamed.

"You never loved me!" Ripper yelled. "You tortured me! You raped me! You got your friends to hurt and rape me too! You never loved me, you just wanted to find a way to live out your sick way of replacing my father! You're a worthless bitch who should've never been a mother," Ripper spit out.

He stepped back and looked at me for the first time since we entered her cell. His eyes were bloodshot and full of despair, his heart breaking because of his own blood.

"I think it's time we dealt out her punishment. Don't you Alpha?"

I smirked.

I stepped towards the wall of weapons, my heart pounding so loud it was all I could hear. Vaguely I could decipher Alesha's screams and yells as I picked up a sledgehammer.

Gotta break them first.

My mind shut down when I turned back to face the woman who I once called my mother. No longer was I the same man that was craving for a mother's love after being mistreated for so long, no longer was I heartbroken and terrified of my past. The woman in front of me meant nothing to me, and after today she would be nothing to everyone else as well.

"Asher please! I love you!" She begged.

"Asher baby, it's time to show Mommy some love!" Momma cheered as she entered my room. My arms and legs were starting to be sore from being chained up for so long.

I was spread across my bed like a starfish, my arms and legs chained to each corner of my bed frame.

"But Mommy, I'm tired," I whispered. She had me do this twice a day, and earlier her friends came in and demanded for some love too, which I had no choice but to give.

She scowled, the smile immediately wiping from her face. "Good boys don't whine about loving their mother," she snarled.

I flinched when she raised her hand, and stopped myself from crying out when she made contact with me.

I brought the hammer down on top of her knee, relishing in the sound of it completely shattering. Her scream was like music to my ears as she begged for mercy.

I panted as tears ran down my face, my whole body throbbing with how much Momma just hit me.

Why does Momma do this?

She gripped my face in her hand, digging her nails into my cheek.

"Now hold still and love your mother the way a son should!"

I sobbed as she climbed on top of me, knowing better than to speak out against her.

Why does Momma do this to me?

I swung the hammer again, this time connecting with her ribs. Alesha collapsed as she coughed up blood, trying her best to move away from me.

"How does it feel," I muttered, just loud enough for her to hear me, "to feel the same amount of pain that you gave to me?"

"I loved you," she coughed out.

I shook my head.

"That's not love."

"Oh Asher! Guess who came to see you!" Momma announced as she came into my room naked with several other people. Half of them were men and the other half was women. I recognized some of them but most of them were strangers.

"They heard really good things about how much love you give so they came to get some for themselves baby."

The strangers moved closer to me, grinning at the fact that I was already crying. They started to touch and pull on me, hurting me and making my body sting.

Why was Momma letting these people do this?

One of the men unchained my legs and slid underneath me while the women and rest of the men watched. He put himself into me, stretching and hurting me as I cried out for him to stop.

No one listened to me as one of the women got on top of me and put me in her like Momma does.

"A mother doesn't do that to her child," I cried. I didn't even care at this point that I was crying in front of Alpha. I didn't care that the guys outside could hear everything that was going on. "A mother isn't supposed to abuse her child just because of what happened to her in the past," I thought about Lilly and all that she went through to get to where she is now. "A mother is supposed to love her child properly. What you did was not love at all. If I hadn't of escaped that night, you would've killed me!" I shouted. She flinched away from me when I grabbed one of the sharpest knives we owned.

"A-Asher please-"

I looked over at Mom and her friends who were all passed out around my room. They left me unchained.

Slowly and quietly, I stood up. My legs were shaking from not being used for so long, but I knew that if I didn't get out of there soon I never would.

Mom wasn't going to change anytime soon.

As I moved towards the door, a glint from a knife in one of the men's pockets caught my eye. Before I even knew what I was doing, I was slipping it out of his pocket and was holding the blade over his throat.

They hurt me, so why not hurt them?

I stabbed the knife through his throat, making sure he died instantly and quietly as to not alert the others. All thoughts vanished as I did the same to everyone else in the room, leaving Mom for last. The joy I felt at knowing that they were no longer able to do any harm was tremendous. With each stab my happiness only increased knowing that these people will never hurt me again.

With the knife hovering over her throat, I stared at the face that had haunted me for years. I stared at every scar, every blemish, every freckle, I stared until I pulled away from her.

She was my mother. Maybe this will make her get the help that she needs to get better.

I stole some clothes and left, traveling across states for days before I collapsed behind a gas station next to their dumpster.

"Hey kid, you alright?"

"You broke me, but they saved me," I whispered. I crouched down in front of her, letting her see just how much she broke me.

"I'm going to do something that I should've done that night. I thought you were going to change," I brought the knife up to her throat, ignoring her pleads for mercy. "I thought me leaving would give you the push to get the help that you needed." I pushed the knife into her skin, smirking at the tears that were flowing down her cheeks.

"But I was wrong," she screamed as I sliced the knife across her throat, but it was quickly silenced as I pushed deeper and deeper, allowing her blood to spill in the way that it should've the day I left.

I stared at her lifeless body for who knows how long before Alpha placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Come on kid. Let's go inside and get you cleaned up."

I allowed him to help me up before I finally turned my attention away from the woman on the floor. The weight from all those years in pain seemed to vanish the moment the life drained from her. My body felt lighter and my mind felt at peace. No longer were the voices screaming at me. No longer were the memories haunting me. No longer was I the broken boy that I was for all those years.

As we passed by Butcher and Jason I nodded at them, ignoring the sad looks in their eyes as they were filled with tears. I knew that they had heard most of what happened considering we were screaming, and I knew that they would pity me, but I didn't need it.

All I needed was my woman and then I would be a happy man.