Page 19 of Senescence (Inferno World)

I found Luke sitting on the couch in the living room, and I stood at the entrance, waiting for him to let me know what I should do. There was a chance he may want me sitting in a particular chair, or maybe he liked his women at his feet, but I was determined to make him happy and in doing so, building the foundation for the rest of our lives together.

“Come sit, Lucy Marie,” Luke said, tapping the couch next to him.

The smile I donned was wide as I glided my way over to him and perched on the edge of the couch, a hair away from touching this glorious man. He had invited me to sit next to him and I couldn’t contain the absolute glee radiation off of me. This was the closest I had been to him outside of our two glorious moments together in Bob’s bed and in the dumpster area.

“Thank you for the shower,” I whispered, my cheeks flushing remembering the way his body felt on mine, desperately hoping he wanted me. I wanted to jump on him and demand he take me, but I waited patiently for what he had to say.

Luke nodded as he looked me over, his eyes resting on my belly for longer than was necessary. This was it. I was going to finally hear his thoughts about the precious and beautiful life we had created. I waited on baited breath.

“We have a problem, Lucy Marie,” he said, lacing his fingers together, tapping his lips. The wheels were spinning in his head and I felt my face fall. What problem could we possibly have?

“Problem?” I asked. Luke’s face sneered as I remembered his edict about asking questions. I had already fucked up.Stupid fucking Lucy Marie.

“I’m sorry, Luke,” I mumbled.

“Pater,” he directed.

“I’m sorry, Pater.”

“The problem is that thing inside of you,” he said nonchalantly, pointing at my pregnant belly. There was no love or light in his eyes; only disgust and hatred.

I looked down and instinctively rubbed my mound. What was wrong with the thing inside of me?

“If you want to stay here with me, girl, that’s going to have to go. I won’t tolerate anything but perfection, and that child is an abomination, even if it is my blood.”

Scrunching up my face, I took in Pater’s words. He wasn’t technically wrong, of course. The little man growing inside of me was a far cry from perfection. He would need surgery, constant care, and if the doctors were to be believed, he would need check-ups for the first several years of his life. Was he an abomination? I thought about it for several minutes. My heart told me that he was just a baby and deserved our love, but the entirety of the rest of me said something else. Pater was the man of the house, and he would always know what was best. He was right, and I was woefully wrong.

I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it immediately, remembering the rules. I looked into his eyes looking for the permission I needed.

“You may speak,” Pater bid me and I nodded my thanks.

“I don’t know what to do,” I said, tears forming in my eyes. “I love him. How can I give him up?”

Luke took my hands in his and looked me deep in the eye. “Don’t you love me more though, Lucy Marie?” His demeanor had softened, and I could feel my love for him pouring out in waterfalls of hearts and beauty.

“I do,” I responded, sniffling. “I love you more than life itself.”

“Then get rid of it,” Pater commanded, pulling his hands away swiftly. “If you really love me, you’ll rid yourself of that thing, and maybe one day I’ll put another one in you.”

More babies? The thought made my heart flip-flop in both love and excitement. Pater wanted to have more children with me, but only if I somehow rid myself of the current tumor growing inside of my womb.

I had never felt hatred for something so quickly in my life. In a matter of moments, I went from pure love and devotion to this child, to desperately needing to be free of it. If I wanted to be with Pater, and if I wanted more healthy children with him, hatred was the only emotion I could have for this object I was harboring inside of me. The change in my thinking made my head spin, but once again, I reminded myself that Pater knew what was best for me, and he would never steer me wrong.

My night had been filled with mixed emotions and Pater’s cock. After our conversation, he had taken me upstairs to his room with the explicit instruction that I was never to enter without him being present and he would know if I had. I was to stay in the room he decided to give me at all times unless otherwise told I could leave.

When we entered his room, he told me to strip and as I did, he pulled off his own clothes to reveal his magnificent dick, jutting straight out at me. It was clear he wanted me as much as I wanted him and I was thrilled to be able to perform my duties for him. He laid down, his head resting on the pillow and told me to climb on.

I rode him like my life depended on it, and although I had never done it before, the moans escaping his lips let me know I had done an okay job. I wanted to be the best for him so I concentrated with all of my might as I bounced up and down on his rigid cock. After he came inside of me, he pulled me down on the bed and covered me with the blanket.

“Do not leave this room Lucy Marie. I’ll be back. In the meantime, you should start thinking of ways to get rid of that thing inside of you so I can fill you up with a better one.”

I nodded at him, and waited for him to close the door. Sitting up, I folded my legs under me rubbing the belly I had grown to love over the past eight months. A belly I now hated thanks to the wise words of Pater.

“I’m sorry, but you’ve got to go. You’re defective, and Pater doesn’t tolerate anything less than perfection. I know it’s not your fault, or his, it’s mine, but that’s the way it’s got to be. You’ll be nothing but a drain on me, Pater, and society, and we just can’t let something like that come into the world. Enjoy your last nap, for tomorrow, you will be nothing more than a bad memory.”

I laid back down and thought about what I was going to do. I had never been pregnant before, and I had no access to information currently or how to go about getting rid of a pregnancy this far along. Shortly before my mother had died, I remembered watching a long movie where this southern belle snob had fallen down the stairs and lost her child, so I figured that would be a good jumping off point. No pun intended.

Snuggling into the pillows that smelled of Pater and something sweet, I closed my eyes and let different ideas of how to terminate my pregnancy wash over me. It was probably going to hurt, but in the long run, if it made Pater happy, it would, inevitably, make me happy. I could handle the pain if it made him happy. I could handle anything, if it made Pater smile.

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