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Lost in contemplation, I remained rooted in front of that closed door, my gaze fixated upon it for several moments. My mind raced as I replayed the events that had transpired, grappling with the gravity of the situation. Eventually, I mustered the strength to turn away and begin my journey back to my own abode.

With each step, my thoughts were consumed by the despicable actions Josh might inflict upon Brock, fueling an ever-growing anger within me.

Inner voice: Curse that detestable excuse for a human being... It incenses me!

As I made my way back to my house, my mind raced with possibilities. I pondered the notion of seeking assistance from Rythmeus, questioning whether he would lend an ear and intercede in the conflicts and disputes of mortals. Uncertainty gnawed at me, leaving me with an overwhelming sense of doubt.

After a few minutes, I found myself standing once again before the entrance to my own dwelling. I opened the door, crossed the threshold, and closed it behind me. Weary and burdened by the weight of the situation, I made my way to the couch, sinking into its comfort.

Perplexed and at a loss, I pondered my next course of action. Perhaps, I hoped against hope, that Brock would find a way to extricate himself and Sophia from the clutches of this dire circumstance. Yet, I couldn't help but question the feasibility of such an outcome.

The weight of the situation pressed heavily upon my mind as I contemplated my next course of action. The thought of involving the police crossed my mind, but the uncertainty of how Josh would react loomed ominously. Would he resort to more extreme measures, such as causing harm to Brock and Sophia if he discovered my intentions? The mere possibility sent shivers down my spine.

In the midst of my contemplation, a new idea emerged—a daring plan that involved infiltrating Josh's house under the cover of darkness, offering aid to Brock and Sophia from within. However, this plan hinged on finding an alternative entry point into the house, bypassing the conventional front door.

I focused my thoughts on this newfound objective.

Inner voice: What if... I can find an alternate means of entry, one that Josh would least expect? I need to carefully consider the layout of their house, searching for potential vulnerabilities or hidden access points.

Determined, I resolved to gather more information about the layout of their residence, seeking any possible entryways aside from the main door.

As minutes ticked by, I found myself positioned near Brock's house, my focus fixated on carefully surveying the premises, searching for any potential entry points.

Suddenly, my eyes widened as I spotted a window positioned at a lower height, seemingly offering an opportunity for access. An idea took shape in my mind—I could climb through that window, gaining entry and potentially providing assistance to Brock and Sophia. The plan seemed plausible, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.

With a surge of determination, I carefully retreated from the vicinity of the house, ensuring I remained undetected. Timing was crucial. When the moment felt right, I swiftly broke into a sprint, fleeing the area with haste. It was imperative to distance myself from the scene swiftly and efficiently, leaving no trace of my presence behind.

I hurried away, my heart racing with a mix of apprehension and a sense of purpose, readying myself for the night when I would execute my audacious plan.

COUPLE MINUTES HAVE PASSED

Im back into my house, i managed to find a spot that could let me enter that house... at that point, i just needed to wait.

Me(mind): hmm... what can i possibly do now other than wait? Perhaps i should watch some godly porn.

I then picked up my phone, searching for some websites.

I then see porn of a massive, MASSIVE GODS that are railing the fuck out of other people... some of them are the luckiest mortals to ever exist... and some of them are gods aswell.

The sheer magnitude of strength exhibited by these colossal beings was nothing short of awe-inspiring. It was as if their muscular prowess could obliterate entire structures with ease, repeatedly and without effort. The sight left me dumbfounded, overwhelmed by the enormity of their power.

In an attempt to process what I had witnessed, I swiftly closed the website, shutting off the visual representation of such incredible strength. I then placed the phone aside, allowing myself a moment to collect my thoughts and absorb the impact of what I had just experienced.

Inner voice: Goodness gracious... that was truly something remarkable.

As the night grew darker, and a couple of hours had passed since my earlier deliberations, the time had come to set my plan into motion. With a mixture of determination and trepidation, I readied myself for the unknown that awaited me within that fateful house. I took a moment to prepare, ensuring I had everything I needed before venturing out.

Inner voice: This is it. The moment has arrived.

As I stepped out of my own dwelling, the cool night air enveloped me, heightening my senses and amplifying my resolve. I began walking steadily towards Brock's house, each step accompanied by a growing sense of urgency.

However, an unsettling sensation began to manifest within me, a gnawing feeling that something was amiss. The unease grew, intensifying my worries and pushing me to hasten my pace.

Inner voice: This isn't good. I must reach there swiftly.

Without hesitation, I transitioned into a run, propelling myself towards Brock's house with heightened determination. Time was of the essence, and I needed to arrive as quickly as possible, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

A few minutes elapsed, and I found myself in close proximity to the targeted house. With a cautious approach, I began to tread slowly and silently, mindful of the need to maintain stealth.

Silently contemplating my next move, my eyes fixated upon the same window I had observed earlier. To my surprise, it was still ajar, beckoning me to make my entrance. Methodically, I scaled the exterior of the house, cautiously reaching the window and slipping inside.

Upon entering, I found myself immersed in darkness, the only source of illumination being the faint moonlight that managed to penetrate the room. A foreboding sense of dread continued to well within me, intensifying with each passing moment. It was apparent that something sinister lingered within these walls.

Proceeding with caution, I commenced my exploration of the house, meticulously checking doors, the kitchen, the living room, and every nook and cranny. Yet, a disconcerting realization slowly unfolded before me—Brock's parents were conspicuously absent.

A sense of unease gripped me, heightening the urgency to uncover the truth.

As I continued my thorough search of the house, my attention was suddenly drawn to a partially open door. A faint sound emanated from within—a voice, unmistakably that of someone in distress. The cries were tinged with a youthful tone, leading me to believe that it could be Brock.

Filled with a mix of concern and urgency, I cautiously approached the door. With each step, my heart pounded in my chest, fearing what I might discover. Slowly, I pushed the door open, revealing Brock sitting on a bed, wrapped in a large towel.

Uttering his name, I entered the room, my demeanor shifting to a blend of deep worry and seriousness. Sensing the gravity of the situation, I made my way to the bed, sitting down beside him.

With genuine concern in my voice, I gently addressed him.

Me: Brock, it's me. Please, talk to me. What has happened? What's wrong?

As I sat beside him, my presence offering support, I hoped to create an environment where he felt safe and comfortable sharing his anguish. I awaited his response, ready to offer whatever solace and assistance I could provide.

In the midst of my urgency and desperation, I pleaded with Brock, demanding to know what had transpired. His silence persisted, but it was his tear-filled eyes that spoke volumes. My gaze then shifted towards the towel that concealed his distress.

With utmost care, I maneuvered Brock to the side, gently removing the towel that veiled his anguish. The sight that unfolded before me shattered my heart. The evidence of unspeakable harm inflicted upon him was painfully clear.

Overwhelmed by grief and anger, I held Brock tightly in my embrace, refusing to let go. In that moment, my sole focus was to provide solace, to let him know that I was there for him.

Through his sobs, I reassured him, my voice filled with tenderness.

Me: Brock, I am here with you. It's going to be okay.

The weight of injustice bore down on me, questioning why such a horrific act could befall someone as innocent as Brock. The enormity of the situation weighed heavily upon my shoulders. Yet, a glimmer of hope flickered within me—I was determined to find help for Brock, to bring justice to those responsible.

For Brock's sake, I resolved to do everything in my power to support him, to seek the aid he desperately needed.

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