Empty ( MissKitty& Dringdar)
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				Title: <strong>Empty ( MissKitty&amp; Dringdar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>16-03-2015, 22:20:40</strong>
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				Her hands were covered in dirt, as she pulled up the last crop. Their baskets were overflowing with the last potatoes and carrots, all to be preserved and canned, some dried as seed crop for next year. Winter had become ruthless and they didn’t have the luxury of a grocery store anymore. The Sow would be butchered, as well as one of the older cows, and a few of the fowls they kept. The frozen meat and the canned vegetables would get them through the winter. So long as they could avoid getting sick.<br><br>It was last winter, that her mother had passed away, they’d stumbled upon the small farmhouse encampment just before. <br><br>The main house was completely independent of the closest city, with a windmill and solar panels to provide electricity and heat. The well water clean and plentiful. It was an oasis in an otherwise destroyed land. She couldn’t remember it being any different though. She’d been born in a shelter, deep underground. But her earliest memory was traveling at night , every night with her mother. They were looking for a place to start over. Kai stood head bent wiping her hands on the front of her jeans as she pushed the sad thought, fighting to push it back to the rear of her mind. Where it wouldn’t torment her.<br><br>Her mother hadn’t made it.<br>She had.<br>Lifting the heavy basket, she was about to turn and take it to the basin where they would wash the produce.&nbsp; When movement in the distance caught her eye. Something moved in the hazy heat that settled over the empty ,dried up fields. There was no way they could work the entire acreage with the 12 of them, so they had erected a fence around what they could and left the rest of the land to it’s devices. She’d seen something. She was sure of it.<br><br>Kai&nbsp; turned, hurrying to drop the basket in the basin and grabbed her friends arm. The girl was older them her nineteen years,&nbsp; and her complete opposite in every way, but when your entire life consisted of twelve people, you really didn’t get to be picky with friends. The girl had long white blond hair, a contrast to Kai’s waist length, inky black curls. Her friend’s eyes were blue, where Kai’s own&nbsp; where an almost animalistic golden hue. She was thin, but healthy her body had clearly been put through it’s paces, with physical activity all summer long, her friend was curvy in a way she could never be though, wide healthy birthing hips and a generous bust. <br><br>Kai had given her friend her wide brimmed hat. She didn’t burn like the paler girl. Some ethnic mixing in her bloodline ensured that she&nbsp; kept a healthy tan all throughout the winter months. She took her friends arm and pulled her away from her work. Something within her telling her they needed to hide.<br><br>Pulling the other girl through the house she slipped into a second floor closet and pushed the girl ahead of her, silently she&nbsp; put her finger to her lips telling the girl to be quiet. Sure enough screams were sounded from outside. Kai crawled to the far corner of the closet, where the&nbsp; floorboards had been pulled up and the ceiling moldings were beginning to rot. They had planned to fix these things over the winter, to keep busy. But for now, it made a good vantage point. Kai’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she watched her friends father rush to barricade the door, only to have it swing open and slam into his face. It was everything she&nbsp; had keeping her from crying out. The same couldn’t be said for the blonde with her. <br>“Daddy!” The girl called , and Kai moved away from the little spy whole so she wasn’t spotted and out of her friends way as she left the closet and made her way to her father. Kai closed the closet door quietly and slunk into a shelf that had once been mean for shoes. A shelf shielded completely by&nbsp; the clothing hanging in the closet. She lifted her bare feet up and folded her knees against her chest. One arm hooked about them. The other’s hand covering her mouth. Tears silently leaking from her wild eyes. Slipping down her face in wordless protest of what was going on. Another scream, nearer this time.<br><br>How dare they disrupt the peace they had achieved here? Her rage quiet for now, out of necessity as she heard shuffling in the room to which the closet belonged. She heard a mans voice and the muffled cry of a woman. When she heard the bed creak, the knowledge of what was happening, what these men were doing, caused her eyes to widen. Really? After all they had been through…. This is what they were being forced to endure?&nbsp; Tentatively she let her small feet slip to the floor once more, so she could lean from her hiding spot to peek down the hole.<br><br>Sure enough she saw her friends young mother,&nbsp; being rutted against on the staircase, by some faceless man that was not her husband. Kai was sure of this because that husband lay on the floor next to the door, bleeding. She guessed the woman had been captured while trying to nurse the man.&nbsp; Kai bit harder into her bottom lip, which had begun to split, and bleed as she heard gunshots in the direction of the barn. She didn’t have time to inquire however, because&nbsp; she heard the closet door handle being turned. Quickly she pulled back into her hiding spot. The only evidence that she&nbsp; had been there, a slight sway&nbsp; to the clothes. Which could have easily been brushed off as the door rustling them. She thought perhaps she’d get away with it. That was until a hand reached in and&nbsp; closed around her ankle.<br><br>“ Come here missy.” She heard as she was pulled out of hiding her tailbone crashing against the floor. She yelped in pain and kicked her legs, the pull of her efforts against the man dragging her from the closet&nbsp; was painful but she was determined to prevent what was happening to her friends mother from happening to her.<br><br>She was shocked when her ankle was released and grinned to find her friend had gotten up from the bed, having distracted her own captor by chewing off part of his ear, and smashed a heavy lamp over her attackers head. Kai stood, both of them incapacitated for the time being, her friend pulled her shorts&nbsp; up&nbsp; off&nbsp; where they’d hooked about her knees and they started running. Down the back steps and out the back door, skidding to a stop , holding hands right in front of a group of me holding guns, pointed right at them. She let go of her friends hand and quickly reached for one of the guns, attempting to wrestle it from the guy while all the others turned on her. <br><br>“Run!” She shouted hoping at least one of them would&nbsp; get away. Just as she did, the gun went off. She braced herself for the pain, and everything stopped.&nbsp; For a moment so did their attackers. Horrified when the pain didn’t come, her eyes followed along the barrel of the gun to where it was pointed. <br>“Kai?” <br>She turned to see her friend, who was covering her abdomen, where red seeped onto the fabric and between her fingers. Shocked. She let the gun go, in time to run, and catch the girl just as she collapsed to the dusty ground. She was going to whisper that everything would be alright, but a sharp pain of a heavy object clipping the back of her head, saw that that never happened. The world around her went black, and in that darkness, she prayed for death, because she had no clue what awaited her when she awoke. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Empty ( MissKitty&amp; Dringdar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dringdar</strong> on <strong>16-03-2015, 23:34:02</strong>
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				Two men were stalking slowly towards the house. Both wore body armor, boots, helmets with face masks, and other gear that indicated they had raided a military base at one point. Each carried the type of weapon often seen in action movies, a short barreled carbine with a scope on top. The first man, in the lead, was clearly the older. He was a bit shorter, and a bit stockier, marking his age. He had greying and whitening hair, visible under the helmet. Despite this, he moved with the experience, grace and skill of a man twenty years younger. The second man was obviously a third his age. He was tall, and had a strong, lean body. His hair was dirty blond. Unlike the first man, the kid was clearly jumpy and on edge, and lacked the talented professionalism of the first.<br><br>It was a miracle, surely, what the scouts reports had indicated. Less than a days travel by truck from the last bastion of civilization, were people. A little shrine to mankind's resilience and strength, was a farm. The scouts reported it was almost entirely self sufficient, with a small flock of animals, and vegetables in reasonable quantity to feed a many people. Now, the strike force sent to capture and investigate this farm was looking at it from multiple angles. Already they had sent a man back to radio the city. They would be able to bring many people here, to work this land. It would bring about plenty of food for the survivors, and allow them a constant source of nutrition. <br><br>The thought of that alone had Markus grinning as he and his partner crawled on their bellies towards the farm. "Fresh potatoes Jake..." he whispered excitedly. "We could have fresh fucking produce. Oh man, I can't wait..." the other man, slightly ahead of him, didn't respond to these comments. "Two girls going into the farm house." the man muttered. "That makes twelve." This statement made Markus pause. He scooted over some, then gazed cautiously through the scope of his rifle towards the house. Indeed, he spotted the girls, and what was undoubtedly their most attractive feature; a lack of swollen, pregnant bellies. <br><br>"Jesus fucking christ Jake..." Markus groaned audibly. "They're... They aren't..." the older man made a soft grunting noise in reply. "Eight o'clock, near the barn. Cooper and Bragg are moving in. Tailo and Anderson will be following. We need to move for the house." Jake moved his weight forward, and rose to a knee. The younger man matched him a bit more slowly, his posture still surveying the situation with his scope. "I don't see anyone with weapons..." Markus offered his partner and mentor. Jake nodded. "I see Grant and Williams now. They're signalling us. Move in." <br><br>The two men moved with practiced aggression, quick and quiet towards the farm house. The men known as Grant and Williams had vanished from sight. Markus was a bit surprised to hear gun shots, and he instinctively crouched down a bit. Jake had done likewise, and then tapped his earpiece. "Shots fired near the farm house." he declared. There was a bit of crackling electronically, followed by a man speaking in a deep voice. "Relax man, jeez! This ain't the army no more. I just put some asshole out of his misery, its all fi- Oooh... What have we here?" his voice tapered off into silence, leaving Markus and Jake to figure out what had happened on their own. <br><br>It didn't take long for grunts of pain and the sounds of something smashing to indicate that things had gone wrong. Markus and Jake were quickly met by two women, sprinting from the house. Markus saw Jake level his rifle, and heard him start shouting. "Hands up! Show me your hands!" the younger raider was surprised when he heard his friend grunting and struggling, and even more shocked when he heard the familiar crack of the rifle. One of the girls was hit. Judging by the blood, she would be dead soon, though Markus was hardly qualified to treat her wounds. His first instinct was to point his weapon at them.<br><br>Jake however knew better. He slammed the stock of his rifle into the uninjured woman's head, and she collapsed. The two men looked at each other, only their eyes visible. Jake nodded to Markus, who knelt, and proceeded to administer first aid. "Female shot. Troopers down. Medic to the farm house now." he commanded. Markus was freaking out though. "Jake... Dude, sir, look, she's hit bad..." he tried to explain, his hands trembling as he pressed firmly against the bleeding wound. Jake's strong voice spoke slowly, in a reassuring manner. "Press hard. Just breathe Markus, we've covered this." <br><br>The seconds felt like hours before Markus was relieved of his job. Cooper, easily identified by his bald head and thick beard, took up his work quickly. "Get the captives to the truck." Cooper muttered to the others. "I'll do what I can for this one. Get moving." Jake nodded his head, and looked to Markus. "Take that one." he ordered, pointing to the uninjured woman. "Go with Tailo and Anderson. Link up with Baines and the others. Get going." Markus scooted over to the side, and scooped up the captured girl before tossing her over his shoulder. <br><br>Markus' fellows were dragging people out of their hiding places. He heard gunshots, then screams and cries, followed shortly by shouts of men. A glance revealed that Tailo, Anderson, and even Jake, were moving amongst the captured persons. The men, he realized, would be killed. Their wives and daughters would be confiscated... No doubt their bodies given to someone other than they who had captured them. The thought of this injustice, that he would not even get a turn with one of these women, pissed him off. <br><br>It took very little persuasion in his own head to make him duck off the route they'd taken from the road, and head off about five hundred feet out of the way. He put his prize down, and straight away began to tear open her clothing. "Shit... shit..." he mumbled, working quickly to get her undressed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Empty ( MissKitty&amp; Dringdar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>20-03-2015, 12:38:05</strong>
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				She dreamt while she was out. In the blackness of her mind she saw things she'd never herself seen before, all figments of her imagination that her mother had described to her. She wished she had at least once gotten her mother to write them down&nbsp; so she could remember every detail just as the woman described it. She never would though. Her mother had embraced this new world. “ We must survive, for we are the future.” She never understood exactly what her mother had meant. But those words, in the&nbsp; voice of the&nbsp; woman she loved. Echoed in her mind as her eyes came open, her mouth at the same time. A strange sound, something akin to a gasp and a groan of&nbsp; pan. Her body moved slowly and arm rising, hand touching the back of her head as she squinted&nbsp; against the light. <br><br>It hurt, and for the slightest moment as she stretched. Her toes curling and her back sliding against the ground to arch slightly. She couldn't quite figure out why. Then. Like a wave crashing against the shore it hit her. Hard. She was outside because they'd been attacked.&nbsp; Though that didn't explain why her head hur..... Then there it was, opening her eyes and filling them wit bright shining tears at the realization. She'd killed her best friend. The hands touching her, sliding over her skin were confirmation of that.&nbsp; Bile rose in her throat and were she not afraid she'd coke on it, she would have tried to spit it at him. She swallowed it down. The acid burning&nbsp; as it slipped down her throat.&nbsp; Brilliant&nbsp; saffron eyes brimmed with crystline tears that&nbsp; she dared not let overflow. Not that he'd care anyhow. She and her mother hand slunk through&nbsp; parts of the world, and witnessed things a woman of her age should never. Like a woman in tears , being forced by several men, while her male child lay screaming in the gravel&nbsp; for his next meal. She'd just turned twelve at the time and her mother had been afraid if they intervened that they would become the next targets. Perhaps this was her punishment for that?<br><br>Rough. That was all she could think of the hands as they slid over her smooth skin. She did not have baby soft hands herself but even they did not hurt as much as his as they slid across her abdoment. Futilly she&nbsp; uttered a garbled “No.” Feebly brushing his hands away from her and gathering what strength she could to&nbsp; pull herself up onto her elbows&nbsp; digging them into the hard ground as leverage to pull herself away from him.&nbsp; It would be easier. She realized, to just lay there and let him have his way. But nothing in this new world as easy and she would not resign to this fate. Her shirt and the ridiculously extravagant bra she'd pilfered from the atic of the farm house, hung open and off her shoulders her pants , though open, stll covered her bottom. For once she was grateful that the denim had less give then other fabric. Her hands grasped at dry grass as she&nbsp; began crawling away. What would he do? Shoot her? <br><br>Her head wound was her downfall,&nbsp; the world shook around her, in a haze after a few moments and she fell forward once more, her hair, had somehow come loose from the&nbsp; ribon that she had pulled it back with earlier in the day, and it fell down around&nbsp; her face like a shroud. Protecting her from seeing what was happening as she passed out.<br><br>Before she knew it he was already inside of her, the pain, had jarred her away from the daze and renewed her struggle against him.&nbsp; Her voice was desperate as she begged him to get off of her, pleaded for him to stop. When he didn't listen and when her struggling amounted to nought, she finally stopped, a empty feeling&nbsp; growing in her throat&nbsp; as she closed her mouth and focused her gaze on the distant horizon, that she could see over the&nbsp; dirt and dry grass. The same dirt that now dusted her dark hair like party decorations and the same grass had begun to stab annoyingly into bare skin.&nbsp; She lifted a hand and used it to covering her mouth&nbsp; refusing to move it for any reason. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing for certain, that even with how uncomfortable she was, and how much she hated this, she&nbsp; reached that peak, deep within her and tumbled slowly over the edge. Her body's slight shake, like a shiver almost and the curling of her toes was the only signs. Both, easily brushed off as something else.<br><br>Exhausted she pulled away from him when he finished. Wishing to be back at the&nbsp; farmhouse again. If she went back to the farm house she could shower and her him off of her, the smell of him and the dirt and herself lingered around them like an awkwardness. She tried to stand but her legs, like rubber and a slight tightness between them brought her back down to her knees. Well. He'd carried her this far. Wild eyes&nbsp; turned to look at her attacker.&nbsp; Accusatory, angry and observant.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Empty ( MissKitty&amp; Dringdar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dringdar</strong> on <strong>24-03-2015, 00:42:17</strong>
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				This... Was just... Markus couldn't believe he was doing this. He was not a virgin, but he was also not a rapist. At least, he'd never been one to describe himself as such. Forcing a woman... Well, he'd never had to. But now? Fuck, there was no way he was going to bring this girl and the others to those fucking assholes back at the city. He was not giving up the prize he had worked hard for! Had his comrades been here, he'd have offered them a turn too. Jake, Grant, and Anderson were all married men, and would have abstained he suspected, but the others were younger. Not so young as he was that is, but still with enough of the fiery hunger of their youth to take a piece of this girl.<br><br>The man felt sick as he torn open her clothing, exposing flesh. He let out a small groan. "Oh my God..." the young man moaned, his eyes looking over that soft, silky body with ravenous desire. He stroked her, touched, pet her, shuddering as he did so. It was by far the youngest woman he'd ever had... She was only a little younger than him he suspected, perhaps eighteen to his twenty two? It was uncertain. What was certain was that she was struggling, resisting him as he pulled down his pants. "Stop... Just, hold still." he ordered with a slightly shaking tone of voice. <br><br>They struggled. Her eyes were tear filled, and briefly she pulled away from his grasp. Markus quickly dragged her back. They squirmed as he tried to get her pants off. And then his. And then he was pinning her and using her hole. She was so tight. Her body was toned by work, and her womanhood unused. It made him tremble as he held her down, fighting to keep on top of her as he slowly took her. It was a laborious act, one he had to take carefully. She submit eventually, her body giving in to this... This terrible crime. Despite the pleasure running through his body, he felt a painful sickness in his stomach. His mother had raised him better than this. His father would have choked the life from him.<br><br>And yet he kept going, over, and over, until he was left moaning softly, his voice boyish and young, as he emptied himself into her. It was his first time to ever do so; every time he'd had sex prior to this had been with a condom, so as to keep him from wasting a woman's fertile womb on his semen. This girl though, this beautiful virgin? He was spurting his cum deep into her body, filling her... And it felt so incredibly good that he was barely able to hold himself up. His body shook, his arms trembled and knees weak. "You... Oh my God, you could have been so... so good as my girl..." he mumbled. <br><br>"I-I... I need to... You need to put your... I mean..." Markus shook his head, and shot her a glare. Authority came to his head once more, and he stepped back, pulled back, to point his rifle at the girl. "Get dressed now!" he said. Markus couldn't stop the quivering in his voice, the hesitation. He wouldn't shoot her... But the gun helped a bluff. "Put on your clothes, and stand up!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Empty ( MissKitty&amp; Dringdar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>08-05-2015, 03:46:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;She was shocked, registering, clear on her face as she dragged herself back along the dust, rough dirt and brambles scratching against her bare skin before her hands awkwardly pulled at the jeans that remained slung about the lower part of her thighs, just above her knees. She shuffled until they were up over her bottom and on her hips, her hands shaking as she did them up.&nbsp; She couldn’t fix her shirt up, knowing that&nbsp; she’d&nbsp; never be able to&nbsp; cover herself fully with the tears and popped buttons, she did up one though&nbsp; right beneath the last vestiges of lace that was her bra. She couldn’t quite get the slip clasp of her bra, her hands shaking so much, once, twice, she got it the third time and&nbsp; rose to her feet. She’d be damned if she gave in to the urge to&nbsp; crumble back down into the dirt. <br><br>&nbsp;There were two ways for this to go. She could let it ruin her. Avert her eyes and&nbsp; cry silently as he ordered her to&nbsp; do whatever it was he wanted of her next. Or she could bury the sudden feeling of loss and helplessness, and betrayal and&nbsp; portray the strong, survivor that she was. Then deal with her trauma in private.<br><br>The days of&nbsp; woman coveting their innocence were gone , though so were the days of woman cheaply handing it off. Every woman had different situations, and she knew for a fact that her tale of being forced upon wouldn’t be rare. Other woman lived through it? Why couldn’t she. She wiped her mouth&nbsp; where her desperate pleas for him to stop had left spittle on the red lips she pursed while repeating the action for each eye. Option two it was. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of breaking her.<br><br>&nbsp;Moving was easy, the steady foot in front of the other distracted her from what had just happened and the unknown of what was yet to come. It wasn’t long before she was reunited with the other woman who were still alive. Her eyes searching franticly for her blond friend in silence as the woman all whimpered. The group continued to move and in the pitch black of night, she could see their destination. <br><br>She’d thought what they’d had was impressive, a small collection of people pushing through the death that surrounded them to live. But this place…. It pulsed with life. Even though she kept her eyes down upon entering, and they were lead into big white tents and stripped and sprayed down. She was glad that the&nbsp; people in the&nbsp; plastic outfits weren’t the kindest of caretakers and went about spraying her down in a business like manner. All the more reason for them not to notice the fluid that had dried on her thighs. She could feel it there, and wondered how they could possibly dismiss the od color that was the last vestiges of her innocence in this world running off into a drain. It was all she saw, all she could focus on, until they called next.<br><br>&nbsp;Dark. Cold cement was her only comfort as she was pushed into a dimly lit room. Or cell it seemed, as she collided with another nude body. <br><br>“ Wait!” Someone called, the cry echoing in the room and she found her eyes struggling to adjust to the now pitch black. “You can’t do this! We have rights!” Kai grinned and shook her head in silence. That was a load of bull, but she let them fight, listened to the still damp flesh hitting the door before she curled herself into a ball and rested her head against the wall behind her. She closed her eyes and let herself fall in and out of sleep.<br><br>Time passed slowly, and in stages, the door opened once a day, and men with weapons covered in plastic came in, gave them trays of food and emptied the bucket where they did their business. There were moments of struggling, planning their escape,&nbsp; and hopelessness, in silence she watched this, One of the older woman&nbsp; put an arm around her, and&nbsp; had murmured words of comfort, but they’d fallen on deaf ears. She didn’t want the pity, or the looks of disgust that she received from some. After all, how dare she mourn the loss of her innocence on her own!?!When they’d all gone through this ordeal together. <br><br>Instead her eyes took in the room they were held inside. It looked much different now, in comparison to the black they were tossed into when they arrived at nightfall. Light spilled in from a window high on the wall to her right, and the vines that&nbsp; slung over it in a spotted pattern were&nbsp; a low to the ground clinging breed. They must be in a basement or a cellar. Though she didn’t remember stairs&nbsp; upon their arrival. Then again that had been days ago? Weeks? The passage of time was harder to track now then it had ever been.&nbsp; They knew the beginning and the end of the day because of the arrival of the light, but beyond that, it was the&nbsp; same faces, the same plain&nbsp; cement floor with a drain in the middle, the same noise of rushing water hitting metal when someone went to relieve themselves.<br><br>She counted&nbsp; fifteen days when they started taking woman from the room, spread out over two days, they’d arrive in those same plastic get ups and order a girl or woman to their feet.&nbsp; The fear of the unknown had one or two reluctant to do as ordered. One by one, A woman was lead out in a steady march and then hours later they’d return for another. Finally she was alone? Why had they left her for last? Because she was the youngest perhaps? She did what she was told though.<br><br>Bright lights, and she was escorted around a bleach white room, two men accompanied the plastic suited men with guns and they scribbled on scraps of paper as they discussed amongst themselves. Asking her questions and poking her with needles. She’d struggled against the first because the liquid inside terrified her, but the barrel of a gun pointed at her in warning calmed her, as the second went in lower to take blood.<br><br>What seemed like ages later&nbsp; she was escorted back to the room, and sat there in solitude. Why had she been brought back? When none of the other woman had been? She&nbsp; got her answer at nightfall when an older woman entered , also escorted by armed guards, this time she could see their faces and they weren’t wearing the suits. The woman smile at her, handing her clothes.<br><br>“ Congratulations are in order.” Kai tilted her head to the side ever so&nbsp; slightly in confusion as she greedily dressed herself in the soft , clean clothes. If she didn’t know better&nbsp; she would assume they were new. “ Now dear, you need to tell us what you can about the father, we have to make sure he wasn’t sick see.” Her golden eye widened at the woman, so the rumors of an illness were true, had that been what had took her mother? What was the woman going on about though…..Father? No….Wait!....She COULDN’T mean…..? Tensely her eyes rose to the woman’s as she slid her way up the wall to stand. Holding onto the cement for it’s support. <br><br>“ The father of your child dear.” The woman insisted again and Kai felt one hand leave the wall, moving to her stomach. “ Was he sick?”<br>
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