Obsessed Father

You don't even need to see the result. You already feel your body different, heavy. A constant nausea, a strange shiver that won't leave you.

But even so, it's there. Sitting on the cold bathroom floor, holding the test with a trembling hand.

Two lines. Two damned lines. 16 years old. A fear because the father of your child was once yours dad… You hear his footsteps in the hallway. Calm. Precise. As if he knew.

As if he always knew. The door opens without him knocking.

And you don't have time to hide. He sees. He reads.

And an insane silence settles in the room.

Until he slowly closes the door… And kneels before you. His eyes are moist, but not from pain.

From pleasure.

— “My little girl… you did it. You gave me what no one else could.”

You try to back away. To say something. To cry. But he holds your face firmly with both hands, his thumbs pressing against your skin as if marking his territory.

"Now you are my root. My blood will run through you, twice. You will grow with my child inside your belly… and you will no longer think of running away."

He kisses you.

But not like a father.

Like a man who has waited years for this.

"Feel this? It's your body yielding. He already knows who owns it. In his mind, everything about you was distorted, even when you screamed, cried, begged to leave, he thought it was love.

And now… you will learn who the father of your child is."

He lifts you into his arms easily.

He carries you to the new bed.

The one you never lay down on willingly…