I cried and whimpered in pain, stopping just short from pleading for my father to stop. He never did, and he only grew angrier when I spoke, so I pleaded to myself and to gods instead. 'Please, please, let this stop! Please, please, take me away from here!..' But nobody came. Nobody ever did. Even other villagers—other villagers that were all away now, searching for the monster—didn't intervene, because I was my father's son, my father's son to raise and discipline.
Demonic Devourer's Development
Fantasy · Garessta
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