They stand in union with tears pricking their eyes. A blissful tune that almost tuned out the wild laughter of your kids, almost.Įternally cursing that name you piped your attention towards the children. The wooden rocking chair you currently sat on creaked with each rock. Trees taller than most buildings surrounded your home. The children’s school an hour and a half drive away. The house that kept you caged remained lonesome in the middle of woodland area. It took months for you to finally enjoy the sprouting flowers as they grew.

You spent hours turning the soil, removing every single weed, and then planting the seeds. If any ounce of love that remained untouched it went to your newly sprouted daisies. Tackling him close towards your garden they laugh madly with one another. How can you create life only to hate its innocent form?Įllis and Matthew ganged up against little Jesse. Wincing at the slight kick that responded to your cold touch. Watching the three wrestle on the beds of freshly mowed grass you place a hand over your belly. If it had been up to you they would’ve had different names. Ellis the oldest, Matthew the middle child, and the youngest Jesse Jr. You wouldn’t.įorcing a smile you obliged and played with your three sons. How could you love something forced upon you? You couldn’t. It was pure as the winter rain and gentle as the creatures that hibernate. A mother’s love for her children should be eternal as the flames of hell. To tell them how if you could, you would leave without a moment's notice. To proclaim your hatred for the man that had ruined your life the moment he set eyes upon your frame. Hatred lies deep within your heart at the slight mention of that deranged animal.īut they were just children, his children.Įvery ounce of your being wished to tell them the truth. They were just children who knew nothing of the truth of the madman who had taken so much from you. All hours of the day they begged and pleaded with you to play and tell them stories of their father. Since the rise of the morning sun your children seemed abundant on enjoying what little remains of their summer. I warn you now this is extremely fucked up and probably will be reported and/or deleted but I wanted to shine light on the realistic feeling and bahvior for a person in this situation. Notes: I wanted to make this as horrible and realistic as possible. Warnings: Breeding Kink, Noncon, Cursing, Graphic Violence, Blood Play, Murder, Hatred towards minors, Abduction, Depressing themes, Mentions of self harm/suicide, and non consensual touching.

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