My name is Lila. Lila-Lemae Gould. Im gonna tell you my story, its a rollercoaster, so get ready.
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Screams tore through the air. The pain of giving birth just moments ago now forgotten completely. Nothing hurt like this, nothing ever could.
Broken, enslaved to watch the scene unfolding infront of her. Her baby being ripped from her arms by burly men, dressed in nothing but black.
Her husbands screams recoiled off the walls around her, weaving with her own as though it were one persons wail. . Only much, much louder.
2 gunshots.. that was all it took. No more screams rang out into the night. All that was left was rythmic pamting of the men left standing with the newborn in their arms..
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10 years later
My skin screamed in agony as the lashes of whips came bellowing down on my back once more.
I had failed to complete dinner by 6:00. I was only 1 minute late tonight serving dinner. But 1 minute meant everything to these men.. To Ronan . It meant I was a faliure. I was too slow. I was not prepared.. It meant I wasn't perfect.
Because that was all I was meant to be to Ronan. A perfect little machine.
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Lila-Lemae - The Broken Machine
FantasyScreams tore through the air. The pain of giving birth just moments ago now forgotten completely. Nothing hurt like this, nothing ever could. 2 gunshots.. that was all it took. No more screams rang out into the night. All that was left was rythmic...
