Twisted Embrace

I finally recovered my sight. Just as I was about to tell my parents about it, a slip of paper on the table caught my attention.

"Don't tell your parents you've recovered your sight."

Now that I could see again, why shouldn't I tell my parents, who had worked so hard to take care of me all this time?

I shrugged, tossing the crumpled paper into the bin. It was probably just some prank.

I opened the door, and a slip of paper floated down. I picked it up, and on the paper, someone had scrawled, "Don't tell your parents you've recovered your sight.".

The handwriting was messier than the one from before—It was almost rushed.

I froze, a jolt of fear running through me.

Who was this?

And how did they know I could see now?

The house was silent. My parents were still at work at this time, and only the housekeeper was around.

I swallowed hard. It was probably just a prank, so I decided to call my parents either way.

I walked over to the water dispenser, reaching for a drink, only to find another note stuck on it. My hand shook as I glanced at it. "If you tell your parents, it's all over!"

The handwriting was even more frantic. If I hadn't already seen two similar notes, I might not have recognized it.

Compared to the earlier message, this one sounded more like a warning.

I was timid by nature. Clutching my chest, I looked around nervously. Only now did I realize that there were notes everywhere, all telling me not to tell my parents about my recovered eyesight.

Suddenly, the housekeeper's voice rang out, "Suzie, you can see now?"

My mind raced. "Ah, I wish that were true, too."

I faked a sigh and turned around, only to be startled by the housekeeper.

She... was actually a man!

His face was covered in scars, his skin wrinkled, and his cloudy eyes were full of lust. He grinned as his lips stretched wide, and it crept me out.

He reached out and touched my hand. "Let me help you."

His voice was high-pitched, which was unlike a man's voice.

Who could tell me what was going on here?!

I forced myself to stay calm and nodded, just wanting to wait until my parents came home to ask what was happening.

He poured a glass of water, then stuck out his tongue and licked the edge of the glass before smiling at me possessively and handing it to me.

His smile felt vulgar, and I felt as though there was slime crawling across my face. I almost gagged.

"Thank you," I said, taking the cup and retreating to my room, locking the door behind me. I then put the glass of water down with trembling hands. Something like this must have happened plenty of times already.

Just the thought that I might have drunk water with this man's saliva in it made me want to throw up.

As I couldn't see before this, I hadn't really used my phone. But now, everything felt so wrong, and the first person I wanted to call was my best friend. However, when I grabbed my phone, I saw that it was broken. There were even signs of it being heavily smashed, and it wouldn't turn on.

I wanted to run outside to call for help, but when I looked up, I saw a tiny red light. It looked like it was from… the light of a security camera.

Was that something my parents had put in here? Why would they put a camera in my room?

I swallowed again. Suddenly, I thought I should listen to the warnings from the notes.

The housekeeper would only leave after my parents got home.

Night fell, and finally, my parents returned.

The housekeeper also finally left.

"How was your day, Suzie?" my mother called out, her voice as gentle as ever.