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I wok up shivering an afrad. Master wes lened over me. I punched him in teh face.

"Shov off!" I scremed at him

"Do not tak to your master liek taht"

My breting grow suddery and angry ters stremed don my face.

"Dont talk to me liek taht!" I wiped my face "jus leave me alone"

He grabed me by teh hair.

"You are a slave" he sad, slaping me upsied the hed

I kicked him as herd as I cold, he shouted an let go off me. I stumbled back an fumbeld for teh nife that I stole fer Enech.

"Stay back" I asid. I celd her my Voise tremblung.

He cam closer an grabed my hand. I brout teh nife don, but befire I celd have the pleasure of sliting his throat, there was a sharp pan in my tumy.

I gasped an droped teh knife, cluching my stomsck and falling to my knees. I piked it back up an loked up at Master who was nelt don next to me.

"Dont. Toch. Me." I growled, clining to teh kife so hard my knuckes were wight.

I cried out an cureld in on myswlf. The pain wes unbarbel. I felt Masters han on my solder, i jerked awey an stabed teh knife into the floor next to his oter hand.

"Taht was a warning" I hised, "next time, it's coming off."

Master glard at me

"You wil be puneshed for yore rudeness" he tol me, crosing is arms and srucking is nose up, "I wil mak sere itl be teh werst ting youve expiriensed."

I gigled, "worst ting? Darleng, id like to se your try. Now go awey"

To mey serprise he left. I crawld into teh bed an relexed under teh nice warb blankets. A rush of liquid cam gushing ot of me, I tougjt I wet mysalf, but tehn somting cliked in my hed

im having a baby... I thougt to myself. Panic ovartok my body, and I tensed up. Taht semed to upset the l̶i̶l̶t̶e̶ ̶l̶i̶f̶e̶ ̶r̶u̶i̶n̶e̶r̶ baby in me tumy, an it kicked my rely hard.

I yelped an rubed teh bulge untel teh awful ting calmed doun, I semed to weirk, but only a few sevonds later there was an aful biting feeling inside me.

"Please love, yore hurting papa" I murmerd to teh baby

It kicked harder

I crabed teh blankets and screamed, my back hert realy bad, an my bely was all tense. Felt scared an alon, especialy sinse I coult remer what to do.

I felt teh baby move an I pushed. It didn't sem to change anything so I bord don harder. I howled wen I felt teh top of the babies hed poke out. It burned terribly, bet I new stoping wold only make it worse. I sarted to sob as I pushed harer. I forsed myself to resch don an pul teh skin arond the hed.

It burned so bad, I tol a deep breth and treid to tink Of a plan, maby gravity wold make it com it faser?

I stud up an my eyes widend wit agony. It dod help, but it mad it hert so, so much more. I pushed as hart as I cold, griping teh bed for balanse. I pushed wit new determenation, this hirrid ting was gong to get out of me, an tehn I was getting away from this place. I didnt ned Enorxh to save me, I coud reacue myself, I cold see teh future! Ill go find him.

I felt teh head slowly emerge an tehn teh solders. I reached don agan an grabed it under its arms and pulled. Its wailing was very lod, it had gud lungs, that's what my mum used to sad abot my lilte sister.

i cuddled it to my chest and it calmed don. I got chocked up agan when I herd it's litle yawn. I had no milk for it, and I didt open my eyes to look at it yet. I jus waned to snugle it an love it before I saw how horrifying it rely was. I could fel it's hartbeet racing aganst my palm.

I hesitently opned my eyes and regreted it. It had grey skin and pale blue eyes, at its waist, insted if legs it faned out into hundreds of tiny tentacles. It's body semed to have no bones, as it wigled horrificly. I took a shuderting breth. I had to leve tonight. Wat was I gong to do wit teh baby?

I loked don at it, and it gave me a gummy smile. I couldt just abandon it here. No mater how ugly it was.

I serched teh rom for somting to swadle it wit, but tere was noting small enof, only teh pilow cases, but rise werent warm enouf. So I took out the knife an carefuly cut a am square ot of teh softest blanket on teh bed. Now wit my baby wraped in teh blanket, I loked for a way to Cary my stuff. I tok of teh horible dres and put on teh jacket I got for Enich insted. I loked through teh closet an fond a corse black skirt, I cut it throug teh midle and sewed the into som ugly pants. I grimased, better tahn teh dress I thought to mtself.

I put teh kife, jar and Woden cat into teh pockets. I also picked up teh half eten loaf of bread and disgusting dreid fish. I strugled to open the window. But eventually succeded. Then, with my newborn saf in my arms, climbed out of teh castel I to the cool nigt air.