She walked into his room, her body peering in as she stepped further into the isolated space. Seeing a colored note under her son's bible, she grasped it; unfolding it to read the flawless handwriting pasted on the paper.

Dear Alfred,

      I overheard what you did in the village, and although I find it disgusting, I would like to show you how to properly mastuebate. Meet me tonight by our usual hiding place.

---- Amanda.

       The elder woman folded the paper once again; staring off into the distance, disbelieved on what her eyes had just feasted on. The letter was so vulgar! How could Alfred even read it? It was so unholy even Satan, himself, would regret putting the filthy thought into her head.

   She marched upward to the attic, bursting open the door to see her son sit by the window; a bored expression on his face.

      "Alfred?" she called, holding out the unfolded piece of paper, placing it in front of his face. "Tell me, what is this?"

Alfred turned to what she was holding, and what she held in between her index finger and thumb was a note; a note in which Amanda had written to him.

He took the note to read, glancing it over once he had read the obscene gesture. His excitement grew, and he was even tempted enough to grasp his cock; to understand this feeling known as masturbation.

His mother came back, a fork had been contained with flames along with the other letters Amanda had sent. She stood before her son, a frown upon her lips.

"You will learn the consequences of this lustful desire you've carried!" she brought the metal object to the papers; Alfred being the witness to see the letters of his beloved burn to flames.

She left the room, not saying a single word.

You will learn the consequences of this lustful desire you've carried!

........

               Constant hits and insults are a regular routine to Alfred. He was covered up in marks and bruises that he had lost count of how many he received per night or day. He had lost reason as to why he was being punished.

Because he wanted to have sex before marriage; because he disobeyed his father and mother.

It was because he was in love with her.

           He laid on the attic floorboard, wincing as he sat up. He stared at his wrists under the moonlight; both to which had been cut and bruised, as well as his body.

             A tear fell from his pale face; silent cries of anger alerted him to become weak. Alfred ran a hand through his hair, frustrated as he wished to climb out the window, and feel her lips once again.

                  A rock had hit the attic window, causing the Amish man to jump at the sudden action. He looked down, finding a strawberry-blonde silhouette wave, motioning him to come down. Alfred looked back worriedly, but he brought up the courage-------even though he was in pain-------to go down to the field; where his outlet waited.

              Amanda stood under the moonlight; her hair was outlined by the moon's welcoming rays. Her hands were in her jacket pockets as she smiled at Alfred, her bottom lip bitten temptatively as she wanted to go further than just kissing.

                  "Hi, Alfred," she greeted sweetly. "I haven't seen you in a while. Everything okay?" she knew exactly went on in the Highmore household; as did he.

        Alfred rubbed his face full of embarrassment, a blush creeping up in his pale cheeks. He ran a hand through his hair; trying to figure out the best way to explain the situation to Amanda without sounding like a complete, hormonal bastard who only thought of this girl as an object.

        But he didn't. He thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. He couldn't get rid of her image out of his head.

           "I got in trouble for. . . wanking." he bit his lip. "I had a dream about something and it made me. . . it made me spurse out a mess."

             Amanda stepped closer, she was so close to the much taller male that Alfred could smell her perfume from underneath his chin as the scent flowed through his nostrils.

           She looked up at him, her smile spreading seductively as she laid her hand on his right peck. It made Alfred shiver in nervousness.

             "What did you dream about that made you become so, messy?"

          Alfred stepped back, his head and body hitting the wall. He stammered, trying to not say what he wanted to say.

             "Y-you."

        Amanda laughed, flipping her blonde hair to the side as she crouched downward, towards his jeans as she unbuttoned them while pulling down the zipper.

                "Then I hope this will take away your little problem."

Author's Note ,

      I finally updated!  Hooray! :)

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By the way, the next chapters will be more smuttier and violent; so please, bear with me on the shortage of updates.
        I'd also like to thank everyone for having this story almost at a hundred reads. Thank you. You all are wonderful!

     I'll see you all during the next update! It might be on Sunday-------which is my birthday.

Have a good night, y'all!
- Valerie.