l holding me down. It's like a toxic chain that brands me and enslaves me. It makes me obey his commands even though I do not want to. Memories of the past flash before my eyes. I hear the screams of

y that I had perhaps abandoned my people. But what w

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dy to tear down the strength of my mind just to rebel? This is my life. I was already in love with another man and I would never bring myself to marry some king I knew nothing of and give him seven children. I was n

as still bowed and my fists were clenched. I was perhaps putting on a fight I could not win. but I was ready to take t

his voice, still emanating t

tand on their own. I can feel the power that is still trying to bring me back to my knees. I feel as

eard my mother's voice

I rep

tuation. He loved this game. Trying to break his people down for his own fun. To

k of your bones than listen to authority. Daughter?" he a

in me. I don't see them as something that has enough power to break me. Even though he still using the alpha voice, I feel within myself that I am breaking a ne

g it. She is br

d coming from the people

form of slavery. It is like a new possession or a hex. now that I realize it, mother must have appeared as a threat to Dad once she herself was able to stand against his alpha voice and do the complete opposite of what he had commanded. This is what runs in our blood.

htmares of such a moment. Nightmares of when my father returns before me and uses his authority to get me to do

inally gaining full control ove

. Something had broken in the spirit. I could tell by this light color change of my father's

in emanating from his voice. He was in pai

athaniel standing over it. Finally. I have been wondering where he was. My mother was standing right ne

It is as though he was trying his best to speak with me through his mind and not his words.

the stairs, strong finger

olor I had never seen before. They were going black. As though his s

l never hide. In three days time, you will still be mar

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