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WARNING : Written when I was young, my mind was everywhere, read at your own cost.

She had to run.

She ate her own child on command, there was nothing she could do about it. Loved him with all her heart yet there she was picking his pieces from the soup and putting him in her mouth.

She had to be limp on command, laying down defenseless on the bed so he could take her the way he wanted without care if he had impregnate her.

After all, what kind of daughter would she be if she disobeyed her father.