**Chapter 3: The Darkness Descends**

The darkness seemed to coalesce around Erik as his father's words hung in the air, a promise of violence and terror. Erik's heart was racing, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to process what was happening. He felt a sense of detachment, as if he was floating above his body, watching the scene unfold with a sense of horror. Jose's face was inches from his, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity. Erik could feel his father's hot breath on his skin, making his stomach turn. He tried to push his father away, but Jose's hands were like clamps, holding him in place. "Jose, please," Erik begged, his voice shaking with fear. But his father just smiled, his eyes glinting with excitement. "No, m'ijo," he whispered, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." Erik felt a wave of despair wash over him as his father's hands began to move, tearing at his clothes and his innocence. He tried to fight back, but he was no match for Jose's strength and power. As the darkness closed in around him, Erik felt his world shatter, his sense of self and identity torn apart by the brutal and violent act that was being committed against him. He was consumed by a sense of horror and terror, his mind reeling with the implications of what was happening. The room seemed to spin around him, the shadows coalescing into a living, breathing entity that was suffocating him. Erik's screams were muffled by some unseen force, his voice trapped in his throat as his father's weight crushed him into the bed. The world went dark, and Erik was lost in a sea of pain and terror, his sense of self fragmenting into a million pieces. He was no longer a person, but a object, a thing to be used and discarded. As the assault continued, Erik's mind went numb, his body shutting down in response to the trauma. He was a shell, a hollow vessel, his soul torn apart by the brutal and violent act that was being committed against him. And when it was over, Erik lay there, broken and shattered, his sense of self and identity torn apart by the monster that had destroyed his innocence. The darkness closed in around him, a living, breathing entity that seemed to pulse with a malevolent life of its own. Jose's face loomed over him, his eyes gleaming with a satisfied smile. "You're mine now, m'ijo," he whispered, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "And you'll never be free."