Varick

Warning: implied sexual child abuse

Varick’s POV

I despised the thought of resting. It is the time when I’m the most vulnerable that anyone could easily slit my throat. So, I’ve always trained myself to be wary of my surroundings even when my consciousness drifted to its slumber.

But it wasn’t what ticked me off. Rather, I wouldn’t mind being killed in my sleep if anyone dared to do so.

It was the dreams that continue to haunt me. Dreams of old realities that I locked in my memories.

Sometimes I dreamt of the time of that night after my marriage with Rosaria. Bounded by fate that I couldn’t escape, I thrusted my anger and self-loathing into her while I forcibly took her chastity. Anger on the fate given to me as I would die an inevitable death and to everything else that happened before the revelation.

As soon as I poured my first seed into her unwilling womb, she murmured something under her breath and I pulled her away, catching a glimpse of her lifeless eyes before I stormed out o