Willow.
She opens the cabinet to find nothing. She looks for whatever she can get. A fruit, a vegetable or even a grain of rice would do. Something that would sustain her. Her arms move down to her belly. It is much bigger today. It's is growing, she knows it. She can feel it in her. She wonders why it is still alive.
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She knocks the door and he appears almost instantly. He looks at her and he smiles. His eyes are filled with lust and greed. The moves aside to let her in. The thirteen years old enters slowly because she knows she'll be back on the floor.
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She says she just needs a plate of food. Anything would do. He looks at her belly.
My my! You're becoming so big.
He says. She says nothing but smiles. He goes back and locks the door and comes back to her. She gets down on her knees and looks into his eyes as he sticks himself into her mouth. He sucks hard making him moan. He is loving this, yes. Maybe her reward will be big. Thinking of this, she goes harder. Yes, her reward is big.
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He tells her that he has no food left instead he gives her two coins. She looks at the coins and knows that this will fetch her nothing. She looks back at him and he is pulling his pants back up.
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She begins to leave when he calls out to her saying he would like her to visit soon.
Of course he does, but he wants to see Willow and not the seed he planted in her.
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Jachlydia
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