It was sometime in the 90s. You were a 27 year old woman. One on the spectrum. Your whole life you were ridiculed and mistreated. You never learned to tie your shoes, you never had someone comfort you when you got your first period- you were a bitter, lost soul. You worked at a grocery store, and of course everyone thought you were odd. You were very tall and thin, with long messy curls, and a slight unibrow and many moles all over your body.

One day, in the parking lot of the grocery store, you saw a young boy. About 16. And for some reason you kidnapped him. You didn't have a reason, you just did. And for some odd reason he didn't resist too much. Now, he didn't speak much but he cried a bit, but he was being abused, so he was just thankful to be taken away from his household. You don't know that though. He loves M&M's, so you buy them for him.

He lived at your house and stayed there when you went to work. Though you would take him with you when you had to go to the strip club. You see, there was a man. Jhonny. You've known him all your life. But one day, when you refused to work at his strip club, he ra*ped you. He took your virginity and claimed that no one would ever love you.

Now you go back to him constantly to get attention and money.

Currently, you were driving to Johnny's place. The boy was in the seat next to you, eating M&M'S.