His Empire, My Vengeful Return

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le commanded. Her voice sliced

d. One of them roughly yanked my arms behind my back, twisting them until I cried out. The other forced my head up, h

ery nerve ending, felt stretched to its breaking point

lease, just let me have my baby safely. I'll

d streak across her cheek. She ignored my pleas, her gaze fi

e Clarabelle held, now positioned to capture the scene, showed my face, distorted by pain and terror. My hair, matted with sweat, clung to my

rd closest to me. His face was impassive, unmoving, a wall

rly? Well, isn't that just perfect timing." Before I could react, she raised he

was immense, knocking the wind out of me. My vision exploded into a kaleido

per, "it won't be much of a baby for long. Just a n

consuming everything. It was a searing, tearing sensation, unlike anything I had ever ex

cold floor. It was thick, visceral, and horrifyingly re

elf, recoiled slightly. Their faces twisted with a mixture of disg

desperate push. A wet, slick s

A deafening, ab

sound? It wasn't the cries of a newborn, the swee

dible, like a dying bird. It lasted for only a breath, a f

n, it w

n before. It pressed down on me, suffocat

g the floor. There, amidst the spreading crimson, lay a tiny, per

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into a dull throb. It was replaced by a terror so p

ered, the word a ragged tear. "No, no, no." It was a desperate, primal denial, b

t Clarabelle, but her companions, finding perverse humor in my ut

re, simple life, shattered into a million irreparable pieces. The warmth of unconditional maternal love, a lov

l of it evaporated like mist in a scorching desert. It was all a lie. A cr

, stilled. A chilling clarity descended upon me. The wor