Your my piece, Stay

  {???}

I awaken to my chest being rubbed by hands big enough to pick me up with only one, I look down to see the blood gone and only a light scar that blends in with my white chest, I stare at the hand before my gaze looks up and I see His face as I feel His emotions, I feel the Love for me, I feel the strong obsession and I feel the hidden fear and rage, I feel His lips touch mine as a liquid is forced into my mouth, my body heats up not enough to be noticeable by glance but enough for it to feel the need, my tongue locks the tip of His tongue and I feel Him jerk back and I feel the excess pain fade away from the scar and look to see it healed, I hear the Man speak His voice familiar but foreign. "Your My Piece Rhea, you'll Never leave me. I wont let you." The obsession in His voice sends shivers down my spine as I feel Him, rub my folds to small to insert a pinky but big enough to feel pleasure from, I moan quietly from the touch, enjoying the pleasure and warmth from this Man, no My Dad, My savior, My ****

{Lacuna}

I hear her quiet moans as I rub her slick folds her tiny legs shivering, I feel glad that I'm giving her this pleasure, she's Mine. I nod in approval at the way her tiny body quivers in delightful pleasure. I feel a small amount of liquid gush out in pleasure as her whole body starts to spasm. I pull my hand away to lick the necture of My piece, as I stand up I pick her body up and hold her to my chest like father as her body spasms in post orgasmic bliss, I nod and pack up my age and bloody knife from taking the life of a nearby Pikachu and bulbasaur, I grab a canister and fill it with bulbasaur bulb and Pikachu soup making sure to grab a bottle and fill it with some Oran berry paste. As I leave camp I notice a trail towards the nearest civilization "Humans, tortures, cell maker, captures, kill them, kill them" I Snap out of my rage as I feel a presence in my mind and see the drooling face of My Rhea, My piece, as she looks in my mind.

{Rhea}

As I look in His mind I see shattered fragments, whole mirrors and memories of killings, or human tortures, from a ******, and a realization and false sanity. I feel a stronger presence press down on mine in hopes of me leaving as I look at His bright Crimson and teal eyes, I notice His hair is a reddish blue, and I see a bloody spot earlier where a puff of fur is meaning a Zigzagoon or Houndour, tried to get me while I was looking into His mind, my eyes go wide as I realize He protected me, and I hear Him ask "Rhea are you okay?" I nod still feeling tiny aftershocks of pleasure from earlier. I hear Him continue "Your My piece, Stay, Rhea"

Rhea? Is that my name?