At the tender age of eighteen, Leilah Baguinda passed away peacefully with two words on her lips: I do. Leilah Jackson, a devoted and acquiescent wife, emerged in her wake. When her husband Michael Jackson sowed his seed within her fertile womb, motherhood was expeditiously added to her to her list of wifely duties. Leilah's entire universe revolved around her husband and son. She poured into their cup even as hers ran empty, feeling a great obligation to push aside her own needs in order to tend to theirs.
As of late a sinister, overwhelming force has taken hold of Leilah, gradually consuming the docile mother and wife until she cannot recognize herself. Leilah grows vehemently restless, failing to properly care for her son and disappearing for days on end—leaving Michael to play father and mother in her absence while wondering what has gotten into her. Moreover, their holy union stands on shaky ground as Leilah's repressed desires begin to manifest themselves in obscene, deviant, and even violent ways.
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Big God | Michael Jackson
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