Bully’s Viper Toy：A Single Mom’s Sacrifice

I'm a single mother—beautiful, yes, but fragile in ways no one sees. My world revolves around my son, Kyle. He's my light, my reason for breathing.

Until he decided to make Kyle his prey.

Chadwick Roscente—the school's golden boy with a monster lurking beneath. The more I tried to shield Kyle, the deeper Chadwick's claws sank into me. His demands twisted darker, his games more vicious.

And then came the ultimatum.

"Auntie, if you don't want your son to keep getting beaten up, you'd better obey my orders."

His voice was smooth, commanding, like he already owned me.

"I'll give you one last chance—put on this collar."

A pet collar. Black leather, cold metal. Humiliation burned through me, but my hands shook as I fastened it around my neck.

Chadwick smirked, satisfaction gleaming in his cruel eyes. "Good. It suits you."

Then he whistled.

From the shadows, something slithered forward—a snake, thick and obsidian-black, its scales glistening under the dim light. It coiled around Chadwick's arm, tongue flicking as it locked onto me.

"Meet Viper," he purred. "Say hello."

Before I could react, the serpent lunged. It wound up my body, slipping beneath my sleeve, its cold touch tracing my skin like a lover's whisper.

Then—

Chadwick snapped his fingers.

The snake plunged beneath my skirt.

Darkness swallowed me whole.

The Beginning of the End

My husband died when Kyle was just a baby. Since then, it's been just us—fighting to survive in a world that doesn't care.

Kyle was perfect. Honor Roll. Kind-hearted. The kind of kid who brought teachers to tears with his essays.

But Chadwick Roscente didn't care about kindness.

It started with whispers. Then shoves. Then stolen lunches, ripped textbooks, laughter echoing down hallways as Kyle's spirit cracked.

I marched into that school ready to burn it down.

His teacher barely glanced up. "Boys will be boys," he drawled, waving me off like I was hysterical.

Then Chadwick walked in.