Charles Point of ViewIt's hard to make sense of my need to have Baby around. All I know is that she was born for me. I was meant to take her. Our paths have been written, and it's only suitable to take this relationship to the next stage.When she left me, the time we had lost changed everything between us. Especially now that she bore me a son. I'm trapping her better than before.I will make it very difficult for her to leave.I will be disappointed if she has already given in this early, on my every will. She's been brutally broken down but still remains to have a soft spot. This is one of the things she does that makes me go crazily want to possess all of her.Before I pulled her out of the trance machine, I had to see what she would do if we played a scenario of our son getting killed in front of her.Abby was tasked with designing a simulation assault in the hypnosis machine that would be directed at her and our kid. The very first one led in her strangling the subject, only to
Baby's Point of View"I will make sure I can only ever love you like this." Something tipped in his mind right after these words. I have tried my best not to trigger him tonight and say things he wants to hear. I could tell that he was pissed off as he was really more quiet than usual. He had me crushed against his muscled chest, showering my neck with seductive kisses and soft nibbling."You are mine, and you're not going anywhere." He says this loud and clear. He radiates strong masculinity, putting me on edge as he removes all his clothing. Exposing every fiber of his body, which is made entirely of muscles. I held onto his broad shoulder in between his big traps to secure myself from slipping, standing on one leg while I felt all his weight.Charles opened my legs wider, raising one and hooking it to his waist. He didn't waste any time and was quick to thrust in between my wet folds. My back lightly hits the wall as he shoves himself inside me. I felt him stretch me smoothly. I ex
Baby's Point of ViewMy tears wouldn't stop flowing down no matter what I do, I have tried to deep breathe in and out to stop my growing whimpers but the harsh reality is setting in, Charles was not going to let me see Anthony. I am bound to live this chained life.I'm wrapped up in so much unprecedented heaviness in my chest not making me want to move at all. I thought I could handle this type of punishment but now that it is here it's harder than I could imagine.All I could think about was how many dreading days Charles would be gone before he would allow me to see Anthony again. I was so lost in my emotions that I didn't even notice the attendants had arrived and just stood there waiting for me. They were respectful enough to let me sulk in my misery before proceeding with their task to get me ready.Only when I turned my head to look at them did one attendant come up to me and begin pouring shampoo into my hair and gently stroking my scalp, while another began cleaning my arms. I
Charles's point of viewAll my sins against her can't be matched with any fucking holy water as the regret seeps in. The deep ardor she arouses in me will never diminish, for Baby has the power to keep making me commit all the sins you could ever name. Her sex still lingers. I should have taken her one last time, but her body can only take so much before she ends up getting thoroughly sick. I could go on all night branding her with my lips, but she was already running a fever from the nonstop pleasure I was giving her.I stared death in his face only to come back alive for her. There's nothing that can stop me from setting the world on fire just to keep her. Once I've rebuilt a new order of the system, I want this whole new world to know that she's mine right after this war.I air swipe a command to check on my son first and then on my wife again. The hologram screen appeared above all the other stuff I had on the war, and I watched her sleeping peacefully. She looked so tiny on our h
Baby's Point of ViewThe clock moves at a glacial pace as I count down the minutes till Charles returns. I find time is deadly when my longing for Anthony breaks through. Charles has been using our son to keep me in line, and things are getting harder for me to please him. Also, time seems endless when physical pain strikes every nerve ending.Time.I guess this is what time is for me. It no longer defines the hour of the day. It only determines my psychological feelings. Just like when time is fast when I'm being tested to my core, as of right now, time is very slow as I am being made to wait.Regardless of whatever they make me do with my time, all I want is to be with my son. I am only breathing and will keep breathing because of him.I'm trying my best to focus and learn something from this course on how to fight better, but my heart was just not in it.Eric is a very precise person and would point out certain movements to correct them as soon as I did them, and now as I perfect m
Baby's Point of ViewMaking the conscious decision to concentrate on this wonderful moment, This beautiful moment when I wake up next to Anthony, seeing his gorgeous sleeping face and inhaling his irresistible youth essence is one of my greatest memories and happiest moments.The smile on my face appeared on its own, and no matter how hard I tried, my emotions wouldn't allow me to stop it. I could spend the rest of my life at this minute.Anthony is becoming more and more like Charles with each passing day, and the longer I gaze at his developing features, the less I can see of myself. With the way, Anthony's small hand was tightly wrapped around my index finger, I couldn't help but gush over how strong and cute he is. I slowly rub his small leg with my other hand, feeling the cool soft fabric they put him in.I suddenly had the urge to check if they have embedded any chip in his tiny body. I slowly flipped him over and carefully removed all of his clothing before any of the attendant
Baby's Point of viewIt seems like it's been a very long time since the concept of freedom has crossed my thoughts, and hearing this spoken aloud, particularly by some general who I still don't know the name of, comes across as a bit of a joke. It's almost cruel to hear it come out of his mouth as if it were something for his amusement.Freedom is only when I am no longer breathing, and even if he could follow me in the afterlife, there is no doubt that Charles would do it. And now this man, whom I have only met twice, is offering me my death by asking me a question I won't dare even answer.I'm aware that my every move is being watched, and if Charles discovers that I want to take our son and abandon him, there will be hell to pay. The thought of having this talk was terrifying, so I took a deep breath and let it out silently. While I put Anthony's head on my left shoulder, I was glad that he was beginning to fall asleep in my arms, I kept my lips pressed against his forehead to show
Baby's Point of ViewAs the assassin's face made contact with the ground, the blood spread widely and pretty quickly touched my shoes. I couldn't keep my eyes away from the assassins. They had the exact same faces as Eric and one was executed in such a cold manner, leaving me with such an unsettling taste in my mouth.To see the actual Eric that I knew behind the two clone assassins, who were racing to save us made me feel as if everything was moving at a slow-motion pace. My whole demeanor was frozen, seeing Eric in her moment. She was really taking it easy on me when we were sparring. Her movement was nothing like how she was with me on the playing mat. It's so surreal to see real clones and even weirder that they're Eric's clones, who I have come to know as somehow a friend, but then I'm already part of a new world, and suddenly meeting Abby for the first time with my face was no longer such a big deal compared to actual cloning.My consciousness of the current scenario has been jo