Another Child Is Slowly Taken

She stayed in her den most of the time, Kefka kept her fed and taken care of even though she refused for the most part to keep up with her health. She had never felt this internal brewing emotion before. Depression maybe? She wasn't sure. But she hoped every day that he would get tired of her and end her, especially before she gave birth probably to more demonic children. Her leg made it hard for her to get around but the constant headache from her skull fracture was enough to make her want to die everyday, if not for the other reasons.

It was dark but the fireflies around the lake lit up the mouth of the den where she could see Kefka sitting outside. He did most nights if he was there. But there was no use in her trying to run and she knew that. A couple fireflies fluttered inside the den and she focused on those as she pushed what she had inside out.

She was relived to when there was only one, but she laid on the floor without and motivation to get  up and help the tiny creature. She didn't have a best mother award but she was certainly not interested in even attempting a loving relationship with the bastard incest child. She found her way pushing off the ground and finally laying her eyes on it only hoping that it had major deformities from the incest and that it would either die or just be fucked up enough for Kefka to kill it. But her hopes were crushed as she saw there were no physical deformities wrong with it and Kefka had gotten what he wanted.

She glared down at it, a little twitch in her body as she thought about just grabbing it by the head and ripping it off, but she was instantly pulled away from the thought as her son's massive shadow overwhelmed her. She only flashed him a look before dropping her eyes back down to the ground as if in shame. There was nothing to say.

The feeling of his giant paw touched her shoulder to lay her down and she thought it was finally time for her life to end. A sigh of relief was then choked up as she felt the little pink bastard nursing and nestling on her stomach. The flop of Kefka beside her made her strain. Her suffering wasn't over yet.