Author's Note/Prologue
Author's Note:
Hello, and welcome to my brand new story, "Ruina Eius Regimen". I will make this note very short, I promise.
- As of right now, this story is a standalone. But it will most likely turn into a duology as there is just too much to shove it all into a single book.
- I will put warnings at the top of chapters that contain mature themes such as graphic or detailed scenes of torture and violence, triggering scenes, and lastly sexual scenes.
- Detailed scenes that include "smut" will not be in this book. There will be enough detail to predict or understand what happens, but I will not go into details of intimate interactions until I feel more comfortable doing it.
- Lastly, rude comments that are aimed at my characters or other readers will not be tolerated. I will block you if you decide to take this course of action. All rights are reserved, so please do not copy my work.
Thank you, and enjoy this little sneak peak below!
Prologue:
In the dead of night, somewhere in BC, Canada, a feminine cry of distress is heard. The sound seems to echo throughout the small, broken down cabin. Seconds later, another shrill breaks the silence. The only thing keeping the sound in is the raging winter storm.
Once in a while, the girl fears that her only shelter for both her, and her unborn baby will break apart and cease to exist.
Inside, the young girl fails to clasp her hands to her mouth as one last scream escapes from her hoarse throat. Then, the cry of her baby is heard. A smile filled with relief and happiness appears on her sweat-stricken face.
She takes advantage of those few seconds to she catch her breath after 9 brutal hours of labor. 9 hours of pushing and screaming all alone.
After cutting the umbilical cord, she carefully wipes off the sweat and blood off of her crying newborn and soothingly whispers in his ear, "S-shh, it's g-gonna be o-okay. M-mama's got y-you now." Light-headiness is threatening to attack, but she is determined to fight it off long enough to ensure her baby's safety.
Her baby continues his cries and she is starting to freak out now, not having a single clue what to do. She let's out a frustrated breathe.
In her head, she was raised and bred for this, all those girls were too. She had endured and survived 16 years of brutal lessons about what her purpose was in that place.
But what wasn't covered in her daily lessons was how to raise a newborn baby when on the run. For nearly 7 months, she had successfully hidden herself and this baby from the world. From her own personal hell.
But now, she's scared. Terrified that in the coming minutes they will burst through the broken door and take her baby from her, forever.
Instead of feeding those negative thoughts, she turns her attention to her hungry baby.
Her eyes widen with knowing fear as she cradles the baby, gently rocking him until he begins to quite down. Only then does she bring him closer to her enlarged breasts to feed him. But all she can do is stare into his familiar eyes.
So beautiful, yet so deadly.
His unique irises are the purest hue of white. But the thing that truly strikes her with fear is his black slits instead of round pupils.
The baby releases a sound of gratitude towards his mother. This brings her back into reality as she smiles at the harmless boy. She then resumes the feeding session.
It takes nearly an hour to get him to fall asleep, but she is relieved for the peace.
The young 16 old girl battles severe exhaustion, both mentally and physically. She knows that now she has an even bigger target on her back with her new addition.
It was too easy, she thinks. Too easy of an escape, considering she was nearly two months pregnant when she fled.
But soon her weakening body wins the war against her racing mind and she pulls the baby boy closer to her chest as sleep finally captured her.
End of prologue
A/N:
The next few chapters will be posted soon when I get enough time. I hope you enjoyed this little piece of insight and are intrigued to continue reading!
Let me know if you have any questions or concerns.
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