I'm an ugly mess; Becca

[Becca]

You Should Keep In Mind, There Is Nothing Better I Do Than Revenge.

Her ears pinned to his words. She could make any demand she wished now that she was carrying his child. Unless, he wanted a defected oddball child running about his herd land, he better think twice. "I think otherwise." She hinted her words with a pinch of arrogance. "Do you wish to have an oddball defected disgrace of a child?" she grimaced at her words, had she really became so demanding and needy through the events of today? She stopped speaking, she knew that her point was made and there was no need to fester with the topic. It would just make things worse if she threatened to hurt herself in some manner to defect or tamper with the child developing within her womb. It was horrible she even considered it an option.

She didn't object any further, to any of his rules including creating his heirs yet, she despised the advantage he held on her. Her body trembled, as she rose up onto all fours pools of blood were visible where she had laid herself down. Chills curled up and down her body as she spoke, "Lead the way." She spoke, her vocals dry as she cleared her throat.

Striding forwards she winced, pain flexing her body,"Ah." the pain was unbearable. Between her broken rib stabbing her flesh, and her weak bruised legs. She could hardly imagine thriving through the bitter cold of winter, with child and at a weak vulnerable state as this.

becca

image © nathan walker

OCC: Sorry it's quite short