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“I don’t know what that is.” I whimpered, cowering below him, giving him my shoulder and curling into a ball. “It’s what you are!” Nate yelled, pointing his finger down at me, “You’re a fucking faggot, you’re a… a fucking freak! You tried to trick me into your gay little… you’re fucking little… FUCK YOU, YOU FAGGOT SLUT!” Nate kicked me hard in the ribs, folding my body around his foot and causing me to scream in pain. “If you tell anyone in Towerhead about this, I’ll fucking kill you, Diamond.” Nate hissed pornstars in my ear as I gasped for air, “I’ll tell everyone you’re a lying, faggot witch, and they’ll believe. We’ll tie you and your whore-sister and her whore-friend to a stake, and we’ll have us a good witch-burning just like the olden days.” Nate stormed away, his stomping feet echoing, and then muting with the slamming of the door. I laid in my fetal ball, trying to gasp away the physical pain as the despair squeezed my chest. Tears burned on my cheeks, pathetic whimpers hissed past my trembling lips, my whole body shuddered with my horrified breaths. I’d never known self-doubt before, but I felt it then. There was something wrong with me; something horribly, irreparably wrong with me. Now I knew why Mom didn’t want me to talk to strangers; it wasn’t them, it was me. Aunt Lucilla had told me I was special, but I didn’t know until that moment adorable that I was a pariah. I had more questions now, but they weren’t born of innocent curiosity, but from sickening reflection. I turned-over every memory I possessed, and watched as each precious moment darkened in the shadow my new realization. I’m a freak. I’m a faggot. Nate’s words solidified, Mom doesn’t want me because she thinks I’m Big Tits disgusting. Aunt Lucilla is just pretending Lesbian to want me because she pities me. Nobody wants me. Nobody loves me. I’m alone, and the only person who ever really cared about me is dead. I looked at the bar, and saw the knife block standing tantalizingly close, its hidden edges concealing the solution to my problem. JULIA I burst from the room, naked with Lucilla running behind. I couldn’t tell what the yelling had been about, I assumed it was between Nate and Arby, but then I’d heard my daughter’s screams, and I’d scorched the bedsheets with my terror. My drunk vision adjusted to the blurred lighting, and focused to an image of my daughter, knife in one hand, penis in the other, within a heartbeat of doing it. “NO!” I shrieked, pornstar propelling myself across the room with my pounding feet, watching in slow-motion as Diamond made her decision, and brought the knife down. I was too slow. The knife arced, its edge gleaming, closing the gap between its stretched target. A line of white heat shot from my outstretched fingertips, and sent fractals through the air, darkening everything in the well-lit room with its blinding brightness. The sound that came after was deafening, and the force of it blew the furniture to the side of the room, cracked the paned glass, and blew the door ajar. When the patterns of burnt light faded from my vision, I was met with the sight of Diamond sprawled on the floor, breathing heavily, but still blessedly intact. The wall behind her was a black mass of scorched wood, white embers flaring through patterned cracks. I scrambled over to Diamond, kneeling on the ground and scooping her into my arms, feeling my tears wet her neck as she sobbed against me. “Oh my god, Diamond,” I breathed my horror, my heart thundering like it never had before, “oh my god…” “I’m a monster.” Diamond sobbed. “You’re not a monster,” I hissed, holding her with all my strength, wanting to squeeze the pain from her, “I’m the monster, Diamond; I killed your mother, I dragged you from her love and into a hateful world.” “It’s not the world, it’s me!” Diamond whispered, her nails digging into my back, “You should’ve let me cut it off!” “No!” I yelled, unable to keep the forcefulness from my voice. “I know you think it’s wrong; I heard you what you said last night.” Diamond said, pleading with me, “We can both do it, together, and become like everyone else. Then they’ll love us.” So the machine has to pornstars be shut down.” Her pussy was twitching and her nipples erect and tingling from Big Tits the adorable sexual assault in her nether region. It had got to the point of it being easier to leave our pads on all the time we were in our bedrooms. Without hesitation, I follow her out. My pornstar aunt’s eyes narrowed. They weren't sluts like I was. As some of Candice's friends sat down—Paloma and her girlfriend Salome, along with the two futas who really liked photographing me—I leaned over and whispered to Candice, “Hurry up and eat. This Lesbian time though, he undid his shorts and released his cock from its confines. She said. I couldn't wait for my punishment.