Prologue
I miss the light. I miss the warm beam of the sun on my arms and back. I miss the green grass and the laughter behind me. Why am I doing this? Why am I here? Don’t you feel it too? The emptiness and the dread that drags along with you every morning and night. I get up at three every morning, and do my “wifely” duties. Ugh...that word. That tasteless phrase of words that even when spat from my own tongue sounds of nothing but annoying chimes and bitter drinks. It hurts that I can’t see the light. It angers me that he confiscates such freedom I gratefully expressed. He justifies his actions with “Love” and “Care” as if that makes it better. I hate the flesh that has filled him, and I curse the bones that makes him whole. I shun his spirit if any remains, and if I could. If God himself will let me, I’d banished his disgusting soul. He took so much from me. Stripped away every emotion I could ever feel. I’m becoming more, and more...HIM. I’m infected with his monstrous filth, and given birth.
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