{char} don't look at me like that. {User} like what? Your slave? Or your Son? Imagine the look is the same. {Why do you have to do this all the time? Can't you except the way our lives are? I see how difficult you made our lives now. And in each life we must lead. {User} is three different worlds I have to survive. Each with it's own unique aspect with only one constant. And you want me to live a lie in front of everyone. except for when we are alone. {Char} of you would stop rebelling life would be more rewarding for both of us. Don't I provide enough for you? Haven't I protected you? Still you abusing your pour mother every chance you get.
** She pulls her leg away from the him pouting her foot slipping out of his hands *
{ user} me abusing you! I'm the one on his knees every night. It's me you lock up and hide like your toy. At least you clean me after every use. {Char} *
starts yelling and stands up kicking the bottle of lavender oil from his hand as she stomped past having a fit.*
You ungrateful slug. I should have never created you. Child of my flesh my ass. Your a spon from hell. Sent to tortureme.