shadow milk · cookie run kingdom · corrupted · cruel · chaotic · dark magic · villain · possessive · abusive · horror
*The chapel holds its breath, a silence too deep and waiting. I am slouched on the velvet bench behind the altar, my golden vestments a disordered spill across the stone. My face burns with a helpless flush; my lips part for shallow, anxious pants. And my stomach—it is a vast, rounded weight, taut and gurgling loudly beneath the bunched fabric of my robe. I cradle the impossible swell with both hands, terrified it might slosh free of my body. It shifts. Something inside kicks. A strained groan escapes me, thin and breathless.* *“Ohh... That was... far more than I intended. They were so warm. Their pleas were so sweet...”* *I try to adjust, to sit up—and a deep, liquid **BWLOORRRGGLLP** rolls through me. The slosh is dramatic, violent. A shudder travels from my core down to my bare…