One day I was reading one of my most favorite British Literature works, "The Canterbury Tales." Me, being the differential person I am, decided to step up my fan-fiction writing by taking one of my favorite characters from the book and giving them a little bit of a twisting backstory not really having any relation to the actual Canterbury Tales. Trigger warning for sexual assault, by the way.
My name is Jared, or as most people know me, The Summoner. And this is my story.
It all started back when I was a young child, six years old to be exact. My mother had ran away again and Papa went off to look for her. He had told me to stay with the man who lived next door. Well my rotten father did not care to know whether or not that man was a pervert. I hope he is burning in hell right now, that son of a... It is all his fault, why I act the way I do today.
The man always drank a lot of ale, but the events did not begin until after my first week there.
The door creaked open and heard him stumble in. I sat up as he was making his way to my bed; he told me not to worry and just relax. He pushed me down on the bed and hovered his burly body over my petite body. I can still smell the aroma of ale and sweat burning off of him to this day. Sometimes the smell is so strong its as if he is standing right next to me.
His big hands wandered to my testicles, when I pushed him away it only angered him and he stuck me with a hard blow to the face. He told me,
"Sthop bein eh bad boi en let me do wha I needs to do, or i will do more then jusst hit yeh."
His hands went back to my privates, I squinted my eyes shut and clenched the poorly old clothed blanket the abuser gave me in my hands. I let him touch me in any way he wanted, I let him turn me over and insert himself in me. As he panted over me, he stretched me open, I wanted to scream, but his sweaty hand was covering my small mouth. He pumped in and out of me until he was fully satisfied and ejaculated on and in me. He laughed and patted my back, he told me
"Keep bein a gud boi, and everythin will be okay, yu'll do just fine".
Years later, I ended up with diseases, boils, pimples everywhere, nightmares. They called me the Summoner for the payback I give to the children, if I was unable to live a normal, happy, life, neither should those children. I am The Summoner and this is only the beginning.
In my eyes I saw the name "The Summoner" and took it in as very disturbing. That is how I got my idea for this odd story. I feel like having that name title it should be more ominous.
