In a plane of existence from which there was nothing and everything at the same time came a intrusion. A slight pang of annoyance that could just barely be heard, yet resounded loudly.

Within this plane, which could only visually be described as a blend of darkness and light intermingling indefinitely, rested a long forgotten entity. One of which whose 'power' or 'capabilities' were on par with what religious individuals would call a God.

It had long forgotten itself, it's purpose, or how it had even come to be. But it knew one thing. It was powerful. Powerful enough for itself to know that the limit of it's reach was beyond immeasurable. Yet, it slumbered. But, for what purpose? It didn't know the answer to the question, nor did it care. It's stagnation had been in effect for what seemed like eons and would've continued if not for the tingling prod it recieved.

Please..

The slight creak of a fragile voice eminated from nowhere and everywhere at the same time.

Somebody, please.. Help..

A call of distress, one beckoning for assistance. No, pleading would be the right term. But for what purpose?

Why..! Why are you doing this..!? Why!?

A question for its question. Agitating.

I'll.. I'll do anything! So, please..!

For some reason or perhaps none at all, the entity willed a response from its silent stasis. The 'air' seemed to tremble at this, an invisible wall of sorts shattering in the process. But it was uncaring, thus it carried on..

What could you possibly offer me?

The plane with which the being rested in was thrown into a sudden disturbance at the sheer question. The darkness brightened and the light faded simultaneously, threatening to break and crumble under the pressure of the entity's question.

A long silence followed before an answer returned. The response quieter than a whisper, but louder than a thought..

Everything.

And then it awakened..

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"I'll give it to you, just.. Please, give her back.." A woman spoke, her voice shaking with fear. She pulled her purse from around her shoulder slowly, trying not to make any sudden movements.

In front of her stood a slim figure of a man clad in black clothes with a hoodie over his head. He held a small girl by her brunette hair with one hand and a knife with the other, resting on the childs neck.

"Oh, I'll give 'er back." The man hissed, "With a slit throat, if ya don't hurry the fuck up.".

The lady held out her purse for the hooded man, her shaking legs barely keeping her upright.

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'No.' She told herself, 'I've got to be strong, not for me. But for her.'.

"Put it on the fucking ground, you stupid bitch." He said, pulling his knife closer to the girls neck.

"Momma.." The little girl wept, tears running down her cheeks.

The woman immediately set her purse on the ground at the command before standing back up and slowly backing away.

The man crept forward with child still in hand before lightly kicking the purse with his foot, one could only guess to tell how heavy it was.

"Okay. I did what you said, now give her ba-" The mother anxiously started before being interrupted.

"Now your clothes." He demanded.

A cold breeze blew past the dumbstruck woman. He not only intended to rob them, but humiliate her aswell? She couldn't do that, not in front of her daughter. She had to be strong. He'd pushed his luck this far, he wouldn't continue to tempt fate.. Would he..? She didn't know, but she had to try..

"Just give her back. You've got what you wanted, now jus-"

"Take. Them. Off." He commanded, now pulling hard enough on the knife to draw a single line of blood from the childs neck. The little girl grimaced at the feeling of being cut.

"Alright, okay! Please, stop! I'll do it!" The woman yipped, immediately pulling her shirt over her head to take it off.

As she did this, the man quickly tossed the small girl into the alley wall, almost knocking her unconscious before tackling the woman to the ground.

"No! Get off me!" She screamed after realizing what had happened. She tried to force him off of her, but he weighed more than he looked. So in turn, she began to slap and shove at him.

Finding it hard to get ahold of the woman, the man smacked her over the head with the hilt of his knife a couple times, causing her to raise her arms to cover her head.

He took the moment to whisper in her ear.. "If you don't stop, I'll stab you out and have my way with...".

She kept her arms over her head as she began to weep, feeling like she could do nothing but lay there and do nothing in return for her daughters wellbeing.

Seeing her submit, his free hand wandered her body as he began laughing. Feeling, touching, groping, pinching. Doing whatever he pleased.

All the while, the small child kept trying to stand and help her mother, but found herself disoriented after being flung into the alley wall. She couldn't get up right before tumbling and falling.

The small child watched as the man continued to violate her mother..

"Please.." She silently pleaded aloud, choking as she cried, "Somebody, please.. Help..".

The tearing of cloth could be heard as the man cut and ripped her mothers pants open. At this point, her mother was staring at her daughter with tears in her eyes, whispering for her baby to close her eyes and cover her ears, but she didn't.

Instead, the young girl yelled, crying as her soul tore in two. "Why..! Why are you doing this..!? Why!?"

Questions she didn't have the answers to flooded her head, but really all she wanted was her momma. She wanted both of them to go home and forget that this had ever happened. What did they do to deserve this?

"I'll.. I'll do anything! So, please..!" She yelled out again, but trailed off after seeing the man ignore her as he continued on. Her innocence decaying, she began to lose all hope as her mother was defiled. So she did the least she could and followed her mothers plea, closing her eyes and covering her ears.

Silence and darkness lingered for but a second before an ominous voice, one that sounded close enough to be right behind her, came from nowhere.

What could you possibly offer me?

She opened her eyes and saw the vile man on top of her mother looking around rapidly, confusion plastered on his face.

The girl looked behind her, hoping to see someone there to help her, but there was no one.

Despair had begun to seep back in before realization dawned on the girl. 'What could you possibly offer me?'.

A question.. No, a trade of sorts? She had begged for help and now someone, somewhere was offering it. For a price. But the question was.. What price could she pay? What would she give to save her mother from this monster in a mans skin? To never have to go through something like this again. To just.. Go home?

Any price.

"Everything." She whispered, "I'll give you everything that I-"

And then it came..