Helga & The Eldurssons

[[Pov:Helga Eldursson]]

You know sometimes even the decisions that appear the best in the beginning turn into the biggest of disappointments.

I sit here, surrounded by luxury in a room that many might consider heaven on earth, yet feeling emptier than ever.

My name is Helga Eldursson, and I made a grave mistake.

I married for wealth and influence hoping for a somewhat good husband even if it was for money, but my husband is nothing but a weak sissy.

He lacks strength and confidence, leaving me longing for a partner who can match my ambition.

I thought money would bring happiness, but it's just a shallow comfort.

My husband cares only for his business, leaving me lonely in this decorated cage, but why wouldn't he after all i am nothing but bought commodity.

I yearn for genuine connection, for love that money can't buy. But with him, it seems I'm doomed to a life of disappointment and superficiality.

Despite my immense power and business acumen, I'm plagued by meddling in-laws who taint every aspect of my existence.

Their presence casts a shadow over my days, leaving me yearning for peace and solitude.

And then there's my son, a reflection of their repulsive traits.

Each time I see him, my heart shatters a little more. His behavior, molded by their toxic influence, breaks me in ways I never thought possible.

Money may surround me, but it's hollow compared to the love and valour I long for.

But if my already wasn't filled with enough misery yesterday it hit a new low.

Yesterday, I received a chilling decree from the one man I despise most in this world: my father-in-law.

His words cut through the air like a knife, leaving me stunned and sickened to my core. "You will bear another child," he commanded, his voice dripping with disdain.

"And this time, it will be from me."

The audacity of his demand left me reeling, my mind struggling to comprehend the depths of his depravity.

How could he expect such a thing from me, his daughter-in-law, this man wass truly the worst of the scum.

But i couldn't protest at all after all i was his unwilling pawn in this twisted game of power and control.

As I stood there, paralyzed by horror and revulsion, I realized with a sinking heart that there was no escape from this living nightmare.

I am trapped in a web of deceit and manipulation, forced to endure the unspeakable indignities thrust upon me by those who wield power over my life.

Yesterday marked the beginning of a new chapter in my never-ending saga of despair , perhaps the final chpater.

With each passing day, the walls close in around me, suffocating me with their relentless weight.

I am a prisoner in a home i wished was my own , a pawn in a game I willingly chose to play without knowing the rules.

For the past day my mind has been in constant overdrive , trying to think up a plan to avoid this humiliation that i will inevitably have to bear.

If there is no hope of finding a way out of this labyrinth of misery by that time then perhaps the only solace lies in the finality of oblivion.

The idea of ending it all, of escaping the pain and humiliation that await me, whispers seductively in the darkest recesses of my mind.

Yet, even as I entertain such thoughts, a small glimmer of hope flickers within me, a tiny ember of defiance that refuses to be extinguished in such a way.

My arrogance that doomed me to this fate in the first place, flaring up like an untamed lion refusing to give up lile a coward.

For now, I cling to that fragile spark, praying that it will be enough to light the way to salvation before it's too late.

My mind drifts to those I've left behind in the wake of my relentless pursuit of power and wealth.

My father, a distant figure shrouded in mystery, his name a whispered secret that died with my mother.

How I long to unravel the enigma of his existence now , to know the man who contributed half of my being, yet remaining a constant ghostly presence in the recesses of my mind.

And then there's Olivia, my dear foster mother, whose loving embrace I abandoned without a second thought in my quest for material comfort.

The guilt gnaws at my soul like a ravenous beast, consuming me from within with its relentless claws.

How could I have forsaken the woman who sacrificed everything for my sake, only to cast her aside like a forgotten relic? just for this future of being a doll in the hands of a puppeteer.

But my foolishness never ceased untill it was roo late in my relentless pursuit of wealth and power, I sacrificed the one thing that truly mattered: the well-being of my own flesh and blood.

I groomed my son in the image of his grandfather, molding him into a reflection of everything I despised, all in the name of hopefully securing my own freedom , working like a maniac on job ignoring my own motherly instincts.

Condemning the life i created to a fate many would despise.

Was it worth sacrificing the love and affection of my own child on the altar of my ego? , not at all , his presence melts my heart in shame whenever i see him , the person he became due to my constant harresment and grooming.

I am nothing but a wretched soul, condemned to wander the desolate wasteland of my own making.

My unending regrets come to an end as a voice of a servant draws my attention.

"Madam Eldursson, th dinner is ready and master Hjalti is waiting your presence."

Hearing his name a knot tightened in my stomach but without ado i dismissed the servant as i began cleaning up the mess of my room "Thank you. I'll be there shortly."

As i enter the dining room three people come into my veiw , my father-in-law Hjalti already engaged in conversation with my husband Ólafur about recent stock market activities.

My presence seems to go unnoticed as they seemed to be in some sort of important discussion possibly about the recent jump in the market.

Hjalti chuckled with disappointmentas he remarked ,"Well, Ólafur, it seems your instincts were once again off the mark. Another day, another loss."

Ólafur forced a weak smile "Yes, Father. It's been a challenging time in the market."

As there talk ends their attention finally comes onto me , while ólafur subsequently ignored my presence ,Hjalti was different.

Hjalti's eyes shifted to me, a sinister gleam in them "Speaking of losses, Helga why did you take so mich time to get here when i demanded your presence immediately , I trust you're aware of the consequences of disobedience."

I felt a chill run down my spine, my voice barely above a whisper "Yes, Father. I understand."

He leaned back in his chair, his tone dripping with malice "Good. Because I wouldn't want you to forget your place in this family."

I immediately bowmy head in submission, my heart pounding in my chest due to knowing fullwell the consequences "No, Father. I won't forget my place ever "

Ólafur noticing the tension in the room, asked offhandedly "Father, what did you need from her?"

Hjalti turned his gaze towards his incompetentson, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he dismisses the question "Oh, just a little reminder for your dear wife, Ólafur. We wouldn't want her to get any ideas now, would we?"

" Anyway now, about that investment strategy you were mentioning earlier..."

Ólafur also forgetring about me nodded eagerly, "Yes, Father. I've been considering diversifying our portfolio..."

As I retreats to my room, the fear of Hjalti's oppressive presence cultivayed through years of conditioning hangs heavy on myshoulders.

The fear that grips my soul almost unconsciously whenever a single word is uttered out of his god forsaken mouth.

I couldn't bring myself to eat, my appetite drowned out by the turmoil raging within me.

Just as I reached the threshold of my sanctuary, th voice of the most hated man in my life stops me in my tracks, freezing me in place.

" Helga ", he called out with authority and anger in his voice

Turning slowly, my heart pounding in my chest, my heart sinks as I see the dreaded remote in his hands ,its presence a stark reminder of her captivity and degradation.

"H-Hjalti, please..." she stammers, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes pleading for mercy.

Knowing fullwell the amount of control that remote had over my physical body, from controlling my quirk to even personality to some extent.

A nanotech commanding device made on special orders of Hjalti, after giving birth to my son i was administratored a dose containing the nanobots that gave Hjalti absolute control over most of her non essential bodily functions.

It was basically a slave collar with much more control over my body.

His cold gaze meets mine, his lips curling into a sinister smirk. "Undress, Helga," he commands, his tone icy and devoid of compassion.

My breath hitches, my mind reeling at the depravity of his demand yet knowing my position i plead "Please, Hjalti, I can't... not like this" , my voice trembling with fear.

But my words fall on deaf ears as he presses a button on the remote, causing excruciating pain and unending pleasure to fill my body.

Ripping a scream from my lips as my body convulses uncontrollably.

I collapse on the ground, tears streaming down my face, feeling utterly powerless in the face of my own body as it moved beyond my control becoming just a living toy for his twisted desire with a flick of a button.

Hjalti's voice cuts through her agony, his next command leaving her trembling with dread. "You should know not to disobey me by now dear Helga although your defiance and eventual break down is always a pleasing sight to see " , he laughs and pauses a little then continues with a disgusting tone, "But it has gone long enough I am now tired of this game of defiance from now on everyday you will be trained by me to become an ideal ideal bitch like your Mother in Law Elìn"

I hesitates for a moment, my mind swirling with fear and shock, But like an obedient animal all i can do is obey and with a resigned sigh, I begins to do just that.

As I comply with his humiliating demands, my body shaking with shame because of the place he was doing such a thing, Hjalti's expression shifts from one of cold indifference to twisted satisfaction.

He takes pleasure in my humiliating submission, reveling in his power over me.

And as he advances towards me, his intentions unmistakable and with the threat previously given, My heart sinks even further.

Knowing full well that this is only the beginning of a new hell, one that I will never escape.

As the torment stretched on for hours, His intentions became clear and his precious decree held much more weight adding to my fears.

Instead of focusing on sexual assault, he seemed more interested in treating me as mere commodity, one to be manipulated and broken.

Doing everything in his power to erode my sanity .

And erode it did as the hours passed the pain became more and more intense and my will beoke down.

By the time two hours had passed i was already down to my last insticts, the remaining memories are just a jumbled mess of me going into complete animal mode and him treating me like a puppy to train.

Even after the night had already passed , i could feel it my own mind breaking apart phasing in and out of consciousness, memories going fuzzy and a messed up sense of time.

I could feel the obedience in my own body when i saw him at breakfast , my own mind locked in my body as my body listened to all his commands.

Or was it ?

I FEEL SLEEPY

I didn't know

ITS BETTER TO DIE

I know

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CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?

The last thing i remebered was me standing trying to drink a glass of water as my body fazez in and out of my control.

I feel tired .

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[[Pov: Terra ]]

My name is Terra, and I have served the house of Eldursson for the majority of my life.

Born quirkless and with few prospects, I found myself drawn into the twisted web of this family's cruelty at a young age. I endured countless horrors at the hands of the Master, but to me, my body held no worth.

My only concern was for my two younger brothers and later in life, the orphanage I funded with my life savings and the stocks I invested in over the years.

This changed when the little mistress was set to become a part of this house and i was sent to be her caretaker.

As I stand outside Helga's chamber, my heart heavy with a mixture of sorrow and frustration, I can't help but reflect on the years I've spent serving her and her family.

I've been here long before she was officially part of the Eldursson clan, a constant presence in her life even as she navigated the treacherous waters of her youth.

I remember the countless times I tried to coax her out of this decision, warning her of the vices that lurked within the walls of this grand estate.

But she was determined, her ambition driving her forward even as I feared for her future.

Despite the darkness that permeates this household, Helga always found solace in my presence.

She confided in me, sharing her fears and frustrations, finding comfort in the knowledge that she was not alone in this house of thorns.

But everything changed two months ago, when I was abruptly stripped of my role as her personal attendant.

The Master, finding amusement in my nearing retirement, saw fit to take away the one human support pillar that Helga had left.

I remember the fire that once burned bright with determination in her eyes as she strode confidently through the halls of the Eldursson estate.

Alas, confidence and determination do not help with dealing with the monster named Hjalti even though he was never invested in me that much he had damaged me enough to still hold me in his metaphorical strings.

But his behaviour with Helga was a different , he seemed to relish in breaking her slowly similar to what once the Head Mistress was subjected to ,

her spirit slowly eroding under the weight of his cruelty.

The psychological torment inflicted upon her left scars that ran far deeper than any physical wound, leaving her shattered and hollow inside.

The once proud and confident Helga became a mere shadow of her former self, worn down by the relentless and calculated strikes made by him.

Giving her a false sense of hope only to snatch it away at the last minute, giving her threats to keep her instincts on high alert and acting on it the cruelest way possible.

Three years ago after being fed up with the constant sexual assaults from Hjalti and the otherwise loveless life she led , Helga decided to have an escapade based on love but she underestimated the kind of punishment she would be given.

I knew that testingaster was not the brightest of idea but i couldn't help but keep it bottled after all , i was also just another pawn in the game.

Master made her 15 year old son kill that man by having him use his skin for planting new trees , that act probably ended all forms of thoughts of resistence in any form disappear from her subconsciousness.

Watching someone you devoloped love for writhing for days on end as roots grow out in his body slowly killing him in a span of 15 days , would break anyone.

But master also forced her to write "I will never cheat" probabaly a million times , in order to enforce his decree with correlation to a deep trauma.

And it seems that in the end He got bored of her and finally decided to snap the fragile "Helga" that was left behind after years of torment.

It was surreal to watch how even that fragment never realised how different and demenred it was from what she used to be , the only thing constant was her arrogamce.

But now nothing lasts , the personality that Master has been cultivating for the past years took over her mind completely, obviously chances of a bounce back are possible but i doubt it in a controlled environment such a variable could appear.

The new personality is animalistic at best it broke my heart a bit seeing her body act like a dog on leash during lunch, licking has feet andwalking on all fours.

It was safe to say that the girl i developed a liking to was dead , hopefully her body would free that soul from its prison soon.

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[[Pov: Universal Narration]]

While Helga's body continued to walk the halls of the Eldursson estate, her soul had long since departed, leaving behind only a shadow of the woman she once was.

The slow torment inflicted upon her by Hjalti had claimed its final victory, extinguishing the light that once burned within her and giving rise to a new and twisted entity in its place.

On the same day in the same city, two souls had breakdowns om the se day, one moulded into the shape of another.

While the other tormented himself to fit the shape of his ownself.

It seemed comical and correlated that such parallels were drawn to people related by bothing but the city they reside.

Helga Eldursson, a woman of wealth and influence, walks the same streets as Takahashi, yet their worlds could not be more different.

Helga, trapped in a gilded cage of her own making, hides behind a facade of strength and ambition, masking the emptiness that gnaws at her soul. Takahashi, burdened by self-doubt and regrets.

As the day unfolds, Helga's facade begins to crack under the weight of her father-in-law's demands, his manipulative control suffocating her spirit a process ongoing for almost a decade.

Forced to confront her own powerlessness, she succumbs to the despair that has plagued her for so long, resigned to her fate as a puppet in the hands of those who wield power over her.

Meanwhile, Takahashi's inner turmoil reaches a crescendo, his laughter echoing in the confines of his mind as he grapples with the inevitability of the destruction of the bond shar3d by him and his mother.

Yet, amidst the darkness, a glimmer of resilience flickers within him, a determination to defy the curse that threatens to consume him, even if born out of a false power unbelonging to someone of his mindset gifted by an absolute designer of the world even if Takahashi doesn't know it.

As the day draws to a close, Helga and Takahashi stand at the crossroads of their destinies, their paths diverging in the fading light.

Helga, broken and defeated, retreats further into the shadows, her spirit crushed by the weight of her own despair.

Takahashi, battered but unbroken, stands tall amidst the chaos, his laughter a testament to his resilience in the face of adversity , despite the inherent insanity consuming him from the inside.

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