“Are you really Uzziye? The prophecy says that no one can defeat you. No evil is smarter than you. No man or woman is attractive enough for you. That your strength is legendary and will be recorded in history for all eternity. Uzziye is the woman who will stand above all.”

She looks at me as if I was crazy. Funny. I’m not the one who broke the leg and arm of her victim.

I don’t know and don’t care about her blabbering. I’m gathering all my strength for the last attack. Each second I lose is a second the baby is closer to death.

“It seems you don’t even know about your prophecy. You must be fake. Poor thing, believing to be someone you aren’t. Uhh~. I’m so sad for you.”

That crazy woman smiles, then she stares at the baby and then at me. As soon as I realize her intentions, I sprint towards the baby. She grabs it first and rips off one of its arms.

I expect the baby to cry, and when it doesn’t, I become enraged.

My nervous system turns off, making me feel nothing and moving my body to the limit. I throw some kicks with all my strength and approach her. She sends the baby flying, making me more enraged.

I close our distance and punch her in the face. She responds with a punch at my chest, breaking my collarbone. I do a reverse kick, but she grabs me and spins me around until I hit a tree head-on.

I recover consciousness and see her grabbing my other leg.

“Ahh!”

“You’re more resistant than the others. Maybe I can keep you alive and rape you until you beg me to kill ourselves?”

“Why don’t you die alone?!”

“There’s no way I can do that. Are you insane? Death is scary! That’s why we need someone to accompany us.”

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The woman opens my legs and mounts me as if she was a man. She lies above me and kisses me. Although any other time I’d have given up, now I need to save the baby.

I use my arm to search for a rock or anything hard enough. I grab a branch and stab the woman’s neck with it.

“Agh! YOU WHORE!!!”

I take out the branch, intending to stab her again, but she grabs my arm and twists it towards my chest, piercing me with it.

“YESSS!!! WE’LL DIE TOGETHER!!!”

Insane amounts of blood pour out from her wound. It seems I hit my mark and made a fatal wound. I wanted to fight her, but I realized I could fool her, so I slowly stopped pushing her.

She smiles as if she saw the most beautiful thing in the world and pushes the branch deep into my body. I’m almost sure this time it hit my heart, but I resist the fear. The crazy woman puts her tongue in my mouth and kisses me until she dies.

I push her and drag myself towards the baby. I take into my arms the disfigured baby while I cry. I lose all hope of saving the baby until I feel something between my legs.

When I look at it, a pitch-black goo comes out of my pussy. My eyes almost pop out of my head. I take a second to notice the goo moving towards the baby, so I move the baby closer. As soon as the goo touches the baby, it envelops the baby. Then it shoots needles towards me and attaches itself to my chest.

I hear footsteps, and when I move my head, I see many monsters approaching me. They cut my body and fix my heart and broken bones. They also eat the crazy woman.

Will this baby eat me? Am I food?

I honestly don’t care anymore. I killed Cara. At least I saved someone before dying.

I give up and close my eyes, ready to die.

I see the same girl from my previous dreams. She shoots out black goo and envelops me, just leaving one of my eyes out. When I try to move, she tightens the goo. I think in my dream that everything is okay. I tell the girl that. The girl comes closer and lets me move my arm. I take my arm out of the goo and give her a head pat. She releases most of the goo and stands in front of me, so I give her a hug. Then she becomes smaller, and the goo envelops her, becoming as small as a gauntlet. Without warning, she goes inside my pussy.

When I wake up, I see a black bag resting on my chest and the monsters surrounding me. My body hurts all over, and my wounds still need time to heal, but I can stand.

The monsters form a path. Then it clicks for me.

I am her mother. I know what the monsters want from me, to take care of this girl. She’s what the Overseer feared, a monster in human form.

It’s so confusing, but there’s no other conclusion. I’m Uzziye, Mother of Monsters.