Side Story: Osanna and Asariel

*** Osanna (Before Alzi left for the Kitsune realm) ***

"Drink," Asariel says. "You have to drink."

"No," I groan. "Nothing. I can't take any more!"

"I know you're full, but you have to drink water. Let me..."

"NO!" I scream. I shouldn't have done that.

I fall into a coughing fit. My body is trying to puke out what it doesn't have. There's nothing to puke. It's just pure energy. Alzi has so much. Too much. Please!

"Dear," Asariel pleads.

"Get away from me! I- Please, just let me puke! Something! Something, please."

"You feel better after you drink," Asariel says. "You always do."

"Just go see your damn kid."

"We're married..."

"FUCK OFF!" I scream out. No, calm down. Don't get lost in the fear. Don't. Make it food. It has to be food. It has no food. Her belly is showing again, showing off her damn bump. How many more? Will I get to see them?

"You need to drink," Asariel says. "But fine. I'll see our child."

Still following instructions, as long as it brings her pain. I make out her leaving form. It used to be her who would watch me leave her writhing in pain. Now? Now, I hardly even see her. My eyes are usually forced shut to deal with the pain. I have to sleep for a few moments whenever Alzi leaves the castle.

I have to hope this trip out is a long one. I need it to be.

I try to roll over. I don't want to see when Asariel comes back. I'll have to see her small swell of a child compared to my massive swell of fat. Please, body, let me roll over.

No, the world knows what will bring me more pain, and it defies my wishes. I have to keep looking forward, letting my coughing fits count down the time until Asariel comes back.

Alzi, just kill me.

*** Asariel ***

I deserve the pain more than Osanna. She did as her nature told her to. I- I was the one who was supposed to protect Alzi from her cruel side. I didn't know. Why am I the one who's able to see our child? To swell up with even more children? Is it because I wish for a whip to come down on my back? For clamps to try to rip my milky nipples off? To be tied up, blindfolded, and used by the entire house?

Am I too broken to punish?

I'm not broken. I'm not. I just enjoy pain. I'm not broken. Just stupid.

"Good Morning, Alzi," I say. Is the fact that Alzi has two bodies causing Osanna so much pain? Is that making it worse? I used to be able to get her to sip water.

"Hello," the golden Alzi says.

I hope she doesn't die. She can make it. Alzi is kind. Three years. I'm sure after three, she'll let Osanna go. I'll have to stay for the kids, and I said Alzi was my Mistress now. I can't leave my Mistress. Hopefully, they let Osanna stay.

My baby is in the same corner as always, smiling as I approach. She loves it when I hold her. The only thing that gets her happier is when Alzi is with us.

Alzi is my Mistress now, so that's fine. But will she smile when Osanna comes by?