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“It’s not a threat. I’m a mother.It’s what mother’s do.”
Master B-0999
Love. Love. Love. “It’s what mother’s do.”
The phrase had repeated in my head for days. Did mother’s truly kill for their offspring? For their child? Animals did. Some mothers were overprotective. Mine hadn’t been. She had hated me for as long as I could remember. She couldn’t stand to even look at me. This Laura…she wasn’t like Wilfred, my mother. My wife said she’d kill for our child. She’d kill for love. Wilfred would have only killed for herself.
Love. Love.
Yes, maybe there was a difference in the two women, but it’s not like I could trust either one. Women were liars. They were manipulative to the core. Like with the real Laura, they couldn’t be trusted. Just when you thought something was real, they ruined everything by laughing in your face and taking everything from you that they could. They all wanted something, but I was done giving. I would not be made a fool of again.
“I will kill for what’s mine.”
But would she?
I took in the waves of soft hair spilled over my lap. Deep, slow breaths left Laura as she clung around my waist. I couldn’t look at her and not be confused by the anger I felt. Her declaration shouldn’t have made a difference in any of my plans, but somehow, they did.
Love. Fucking love.
She didn’t even know if she carried a child yet, and she was ready to die for the damn idea of it. Maybe I really should have killed her and spared me this headache. No one threatened me, but I’d let her in that moment. Instead of snapping her neck to silence her, I cut her off with a kiss I couldn’t control. I never liked to admit when I was in over my head, but this time I feared I was. What was I supposed to do? I wasn’t even sure where to start. To cause her pain was getting harder by the day. The closer we got to the end of her cycle, the more I was beginning to sweat bullets. I didn’t have much time left. According to her, less than a week. She had only had one period before the one coming up. For all she knew, she said she may not start at all. The doctor had mentioned her cycles could be irregular. Did that buy me more time, or was I playing a game of chance that was going to blow up in my face? Why was there even a thrill in that? I was screwed, and every hug or kiss was only adding to the clusterfuck of my mind. Women didn’t do this. They didn’t mean it. And that was on the outside world. Slaves never stood a chance with me. They were nothing more than an outlet for my hate and aggression. For a history I couldn’t move past. Could things be different with this new Laura? Or was it all unavoidable anyway?
Love.
Child.
Wife.
None of those could truly exist with me. I was a stain on the lives of those who knew me. Mother was never wrong. My lack of family or anything serious up to this point proved that. Was that truly why I was here? Why I secretly wanted this more than anything? Why I also wanted to kill the idea of it again? Of course it was. I wasn’t okay. I was stuck, and I was hoping that playing this role would help me find some sort of peace, no matter the outcome.
Laura let out a soft breath, turning as her hold on me broke. The blanket was slightly wet from her still leaking breasts, but it barely even phased me anymore. Her milk was mine to have when I wanted. Her body, mine.
I traced over what was left of the teeth imprints so close to her heart. Even those were mine. This bruised and abused slave, this woman I pretended was my wife, possibly carried a piece of me inside of her. I had wanted this. Hell, I’d jacked off to the idea of it more times than I could begin to count. But here I was, realizing I had no idea what the fuck I had been thinking. Or maybe, on top of everything else, I was coming to terms with the fact that I wasn’t who I thought I was. A killer, yes. Heartless, most of the time. A man devoid of everything? A man who could not only kill a child possibly not his, but his own? Not quite. That could turn out to be the biggest problem of all.
A small sound left Laura, and I paused from going further. Where this would lead was obvious. It had been two days since I’d had her, and I was itching to pick up where I left off. That I hadn’t yet was just another predicament I was dealing with. To say I wasn’t hesitant to continue to breed her would have been a lie. There was caution there, and there shouldn’t have been. I had the power to make this play out any way I wanted. That only looped me back to her threat.
“I will kill for what’s mine.”
But the only one here with the power to kill was me. She could try, but she’d never succeed. She’d only die, and isn’t that what I wanted anyway? Maybe. Or maybe her words were just empty threats.
Reaching down, I eased Laura more to her side of the bed so I could stop resting against the headboard to look at her. The movement had her instantly turning to reach back for me. Even asleep, even after everything I’d done to her, she searched me out. The need was baffling. It had me constantly questioning a mindset that left a woman like her attaching to a sadistic stranger likeme. Nothing about any of this was normal. I couldn’t think to decipher the mystery of it. Fuck, I couldn’t think at all. Whatever this was between us had happened way too fast. Unnaturally so, but how was any of this standard? She was a slave, and I was a Master. I called her wife, and I put myself in the role of her husband. We didn’t know each other, yet I was trying to knock her up before I killed her, just to see if I could. Where I thought it was exactly what I needed to prove I was a heartless bastard, I wasn’t so sure I could do it anymore. I was too close. Too…attached to an illusion. The sick part was, I could almost make myself believe these lies I had invented. I could almost completely erase my memories and believe this is the path we took the entire time. Is that where Laura was? Was she broken and trapped in the world of my creation? Maybe she did truly see me as her husband. Could I blame her for losing her mind after all she’d been through? Maybe it worked to my advantage that it had turned out like this.
I let the idea sink in, testing how it made me feel. More time ticked by. It was the middle of the night, but I was no closer to sleep. This puzzle of our situation left my mind on overdrive causing me to sway in one direction, only to change to the other.
Turning off the light, I scooted back down to rest on my pillow. Tiny toes pressed into my leg, but other than that she stayed still. The connection with us was there, and so she was content. I wasn’t. As much as I didn’t understand her, I was growing dependent on her need of me. No one had ever been so affectionate before. Sure, I’d had girlfriends here and there, but sex was sex, and they were usually off doing their own thing, just as I was. Cuddling didn’t happen. Their blatant need of me didn’t exist. They were overly independent where, here, I was Laura’s world. I was her husband, and together we had an imaginary life. History. Foundation.
“Laura, come to me.”
Just a whisper. Barely even that. It didn’t matter. Somehow, deep in the recesses of this slave’s shattered mind, she turned to me, snuggling her face deep into my neck and wrapping her bruised and cut up arms and legs around me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As if we’d known each other forever. Well, to her we practically had. We met at college. It didn’t matter that the timeline didn’t add up, or that it never happened to begin with. To her, it did. There was no other way to describe what was occurring. And if she believed it wholeheartedly, could I?
I turned on my side to face her, pulling her leg up higher to rest over my hip as I slid mine between her thighs. My arm underneath her neck curled up, bringing her closer to my chest as I used my other hand to cradle the back of her head. Lies had me holding to her tightly, testing if it were the truth. Could I even feel it? Was it possible for me to be what she said? A husband. A father.
If the lies were real. If she was truly my wife, and she was carrying my child…No, that was a truth, not a lie. She really could be carrying my child.
I waited for the emotions to come as I brought it all together.
Wife.
Child.
