Blackfeather Woods Send shivers down my spine

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There was a flicker of hesitation in her voice, one that Nemesis had caught. Doubt. Doubt that what she says is real, doubt that she would ever become anything than what her sexuality had to offer. Nemesis seethes in the back of her mind, her canines grinding together as each self-degrading word slips from the girl's mouth. "Poor Astrid, you really have no idea," Her tone verges upon mockery, but she is retrained, something at the back of her mind reminds her that, that is her child. Shaking her head, she casts her eyes to the clouds, debating what could be said and what would be the outcome. It would only take a few short words to unravvel what little hope the wayward girl had for her future, to crummble and reform what she was into something that Nemesis would cease to recognise. It was the idea that her one true love was born not out of passion but of a souless plan, devised by the wicked bitch herself.

And Nemesis would not even need to convince her.

Once the seed was planted in Astrid's mind, the dangerous whisper of a flickering idea that what little happiness she had left was born out of an emotionless contract, it would grow. It would fester and mould into something so catatonic that even the girl herself would not be able to control it. It would spread to the deepest reaches of her consciousness, infiltrating a doubt that would always stay with her. The final gift from mother to daughter. It was raw cruelty at its finest; Nemesis balanced of the precipice of right and wrong, the only time in her life she could say she had. Instead, she gazed at the retreating form of her child with a fervor as burning as he severity of the sun, daring, ebbing the girl on to give it all she had. To push her beyond what she was able to controll. Maternal instinct would not hold her back this time, and she doubted she would try. 

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