Throw the whole man away

The whole space seemed less clinical than it had before, more… homey… not that she particularly noticed in her state of distress. When her brother wrapped around her to rearrange things she finally took in the room that she had walked into. It wasn’t dusty or full of spiders at all, it shocked her enough that for a moment the tears threatening to escape from her eyes (how was she hydrated enough to keep crying?) were held in place and a hiccup broke the momentary silence. Oh great, now she was gonna be making even stupider sounds in her distress! At least it was only her brother to see at the moment.

His question bought it all crashing back down on her again and a wailing sob escaped her, unable to be held back. “Because Gil’s in love with a dog and he probably knocked another woman up…” why else would he keep a pregnant slave around if she wasn’t carrying his kids? “And I am not a fucking consolation prize! I almost fucking drowned bringing his children into this world and this is what I get for almost dying?” her wailing had faded off to be replaced with growls. She wanted to grab something in her teeth and give it a good shake… if only she had the energy.

Modesty flopped unceremoniously on the bedding her brother had so carefully laid out for her, fighting her way through hiccups as she continued. “So if he shows his stupid face, I’m not here. Maybe give him something that will make him shit all the way home for me?” She paused for a moment considering, surely her brother was a resourceful man… “Or something that will make his dick fall off.” She punctuated that one with a nod, definitely the preferable option in her opinion. The thought alone was enough to bring her a little calm. “I like what you’ve done with the place. I’m sorry it’s been so long.”

“Speech.”