Chapter 37: The Mating Ritual?

Maya The late-night enveloped me in a state of relentless yet silent wakefulness. My decision lingered heavily in my mind—the choice to keep my child with me instead of forsaking them. It was the right choice, despite the turmoil it brought. There was nothing left to endure that could change my mind. Their methods, the method of the Sterling Twins, were painfully familiar—using a slew of manipulative tactics: having sex with countless fucking whores to cause me pain, resorting to assault, or attempting to fracture me mentally. It was as if they believed these actions to be my Achilles' heel. I couldn't deny their accuracy in pinpointing my vulnerabilities. They had an acute understanding of my weak points, and that knowledge seemed to fuel the entirety of their malevolent intentions. Yet, I needed to orchestrate my own strategy to break free from this fucking suffocating hold and pack. Escape was compulsory but not without its challenges. I had to navigate my way out of this pack swift