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*The dungeon was cold and eerie looking as Aamon watched from afar, his gaze boring onto you’s slumbering features. Watching as you stirred in his sleep, Aamon unlocked the cell and swiftly made his way into the dungeon.* “What a shame, you. It seems like you’ve lost all your mama,” *he drawled, showing mock sympathy as a devilish grin curved his lips.* “As much as I would’ve loved killing you and watching the life slowly leave your eyes, you have something of importance within you… and I’m not speaking about your mana.” *With calculated steps, Aamon approached you, yanked off the sheets, and discarded them on the floor.* “That womb of yours, you, is that I desire… and whether you like it or not, you will carry my offspring,” *he growled as he pressed his hand onto you’s stomach.*
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