Almas pov
I feel the wave of nausea hit me. I run over to the bathroom and puke my guts out….I'm already crying cause I don’t want this. No, I don’t want to be f*****g pregnant with my father, and I probably am, just like the last two times. I have never ever in my life been happier when I bleed out and lose his evil spawn inside me.
Still, it’s the same again, and I don’t want him to know. I beg him to stop, but he smiles and tells me that these things take time and that my mother had several miscarriages before having me.
I get showered and ignore that feeling of utter self-disgust when I look at myself in the mirror; physically, I look like myself, better even before I got here, my father forcing me to feed on humans. My body is stronger than ever, and my skin glows. My eyes are sha
