Chapitre 73: Wrong Reasons
Stella was doing her damnedest to appeal to any aspect of my humanity that might see her free, but she also wanted to live. I couldn't help her, because setting her free was sending her to death. Possibly to my own death as well.
"My children aren't abominations. If you want to die, I can promise to kill you as painlessly as possible."
"Ark? What are you saying?"
"The second I untie your ropes, you are dead. That's what I'm saying. If I kill you, maybe they'll just tie me up again and use me until I join you… but I've felt the power that thing has. I doubt even my mother could combat it without the other nine great tower mages. And you know how likely it is for them to cooperate."
"So… you're going to do what that thing says?"
Stella began to laugh.
"Of course you are going to. You have me all tied up and you can defile my body however much you want to. You filthy coward!"
She spat the insult at me, but I took it in stride. I understood her position. I really did. Because it was the same position I was in when I woke up in this cave, in the pitch black darkness with Prima practically on top of me.
"Kairos wouldn't have even hesitated!" she yelled angrily at me.
"And maybe that is why he's dead, or captured like us…" I offered, because I had nothing to console her with.
"The room over there is mine," I pointed to the room adjacent to Vera's, "You are free to use it to keep your privacy while you are here. I'd offer you some kind of clothing but all I have is a pair of underwear and they won't go up your legs while you have those ropes tied around your ankles. That being said, I just built a bath, so if you want at least one creature comfort, I can provide you with that. You don't have to worry about food, though your diet is going to be mostly meat. Cooked meat."
She had already tuned me out. It was clear on her face that she wasn't listening to me anymore. I can't really blame her, but it's a shame. At least if she was willing to look at her situation, it wasn't as terrible as it could be. It's still terrible, don't get me wrong, and I'm definitely going to be the villain here in her life's story from this point on. But at least she isn't being given to some fucking male goblins who wouldn't even try to treat her kindly. At least… she'll be carrying a human baby inside of her. Of course, I'd be happy if she doesn't end up pregnant. The word breed is flexible, I think. There are loopholes to be found in it, and maybe she can get out of it with minimal… intrusion on my end. Of course, if I don't do the job right… someone or something else might. I wasn't sure what kind of hand to play where the Great Protector was concerned. I only know that I'm no match for it. Even if I had my quartz focus orb and spirit-tree wand and brought the whole cave down on it… I just don't know if it would be enough to kill it alongside throwing my life away in the effort.
Prima had returned, and with me being polite enough not to stare at Stella's naked body, my erection had decided to take a break as well.
"When will you breed her?" Prima asked.
I sighed.
"No mercy at all from you, huh?"
Prima frowned.
"Tell Prima Husband not be big-stupid."
"I'm trying not to be. But your Great Protector or whatever just condemned me to become a monster. So I'd appreciate you being a little bit understanding, even if you don't care to know why."
"What problem? Goblins need wait while Human get big seed first."
"Yes, Prima. That is the problem."
"Big seed is problem?"
"No. It's… a human problem."
"Speak. Prima listen Husband." Prima said firmly.
I walked over to the table and sat down. Prima joined me and I began explaining the human condition and civilized behavior between men and women. All the things that are supposed to be just and fair, and all the things that make humans no better than goblins. Of course the primary topic was about rape, and why is was a horrible thing.
"...so that's the problem. It'll be one moon before we even know if she's carrying a human strong one, it'll be nine moons in total before it is ready to come out, and then for roughly six moons after that, it's stupid and unable to do anything but cry, shit, piss, and drink milk. Then you have the problem with the mother. She's been given big seed by someone she will hate for being forced to take it, forced to carry the strong one for nine moons, and then give birth to it. She might hate its very existence and refuse to care at all for it. It's not like with goblins… if she doesn't actively pick it up and put it to her breast, it won't be able to drink milk and it will die. It is born with no teeth, so forget about giving it something complex like meat. At best you would have to smash berries and scoop it with your finger, hoping it might want to suck on it. But even then… the likelihood it would get enough inside of it to not starve to death… is high."
"Why human strong ones stupid?" Prima asked after I explained it all in detail.
"I wish I could tell you the right answer to that. I don't know the exact reason. It could be because of how our ability to think develops, or due to how long we live naturally… I don't really know about the other races of the world. I've lived among humans most of my life, rarely seeing any others… and when I had, they were all older. I mean, it takes about six times the number of moons that you can count on your fingers and toes before human females are even able to take big seed in order to make a strong one for the first time."
"What Husband do? Great Protector say need breed human. Mean Husband must put seed-stick inside, give big seed, make belly fat."
"Actually, I might not have to do it at all…"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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