Chapter 1
click.
click.
click.
Bright, blinding lights. The lights are bright, blinding even. But they only come on when she is near. The Devil Woman. The Monster. The Murderer.
Why do so many people respect her? They throw themselves at her feet whenever she is near; it’s like they think of her as their god. The prayers, the churches, the shrines. Everything they do, they do it for her. Pitiful.
I've heard of people sacrificing their children so they might live. What selfishness. I will die before I give my child up. I will not let him go. She will not use him for her sick and twisted ambitions. Everyone else in this damned place has been fooled, but not I. I'm no fool. I know what she has done, and I know that what she's going to do next will be worse.
I can't stop her. I'd be as delusional and stupid as everyone else in this place to think so, but I can save myself. I can save my son. I just have to wait for my moment.
tap.
tap.
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My mother once told me that time doesn't move the same here. It crawls by, practically slithers on its belly, making living in this nightmare seem to last for that much longer.
Time has run out, but the nightmare continues. I’ve failed without ever getting a chance to meet him. My sweet little boy. The only one to make it this far. His brothers or sisters didn’t. Perhaps it's better that way. . .
She praised me and put me down in the same breath, berated me for being a failure while saying that I was nearly perfect. I don't even want to know what that means. She talked about giving me something. Anything from that monster could never be good! Her "gifts" kill people. I've seen the monsters she keeps in here with us. They used to be like us. I know, because one of them sounded exactly like my brother. They told us he died, but I'm no fool. I know my brother’s voice when I hear it.
Sometimes she has other monsters visit. They play their own part in her sick, twisted games. We aren't human to them. We're animals. I heard them talking months ago. "She's hardly an Omega, and she's unfit to carry a child. Imagine if she had to care for one."
Talking about me like I'm a fucking dog.
I have to get out of here. She expects me to bring a child into this nightmare, but I will never let her touch any child of mine. Perhaps it's a good thing I keep losing them, before I can get too attached. Before she turns them into monsters.
drip.
drip.
drip.
I did it! I fucking did it! She called me a stupid bitch but look at me now! There’s dirt under my bare feet and the wind in my hair, and I’m finally free! I
It’d be stupid to think she won't come after me but if I die, I will die happy. She can't have me. I’ll make sure of that. She won't ever have control of me again.