New Life, New Task: I'll Be A Mom Then!!!



*This series of chapters are written from Eli's perspective*

'It's dark…' The moment I opened my eyes, confusion and dread crept over me. 

My eyes darted to the ceiling which I did not recognize. As far as I remember, there is only the cold mossy ceiling I was allowed to look into. 

No… to be exact, there's another kind of ceiling, it's one that looks simpler and is painted in light colors. 

I pulled my body over and realized that the weight on my wrists and legs was long gone. Still, I could feel the pain all over my body. It is similar to the endless pain and suffering I used to suffer at particular times of the day. 

Moving my body around was still hard as I could feel every inch of my body heavy and throbbing in pain. My vision was still blurry and I could not really recognize the surroundings far from me. 

The only thing I could see would be those that are near me, but beyond that, it would be too dark.

'Where am I?'

I looked down at the bed where I was and realized that it was not the stone-cold bed that I used to lie on. 

Then beside me, a little… child…

With blood-red hair and little chubby arms, sleeping peacefully right beside me?

"Who…" I muttered, it was the first word I was able to say with my lips that were parched and dry. 

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Suddenly a piercing headache attacked me and flashes of dreadful memories appeared. 

Pain...

Blood...

Loneliness…

Emptiness… 

And begging…

Those were the memories that flashed through my mind which I could not understand. These memories were fragmented and not even cohesive. 

To add to my confusion why does it seem that there was a mix of memories that could be considered to belong to two different worlds? 

The first one seemed to be in the similar world that I am in right now, only that it was filled with darkness, blood, pain, and terror…

The second one seemed to be in another dimension, but strangely I felt familiar with the place. Unfortunately, the memories that I had there caused my heart to be in throbbing pain. 

Clearly, it was just memories of me being alone, yet why do I suffer as much as the first memories where it was all physical pain?

There was no explanation as to what and why I have these memories. Not even have a clue as to why I was suffering in both memories. 

However, whether it was true or not, my body's reaction told me the answers. These are my memories, no doubt.

'What wrong did I do to have to live like that?' I asked myself as my hands instinctively covered my body protectively. 

"M-mommi?" Suddenly there was a small childish voice that called my attention. 

The little child sleeping beside me seemed to have woken up. His crystal blue eyes looked at me with surprise and confusion, however, for some reason my body felt apprehensive and it started to shake. 

Only then did I remember, according to my memories, I am still in this world and I could still be subject to the same pain in the memory I have? 

"Aaaahh!" 

I shouted in panic, trembling all over as I thought that the waking of the little child would bring me another wave of torture. 

"Mommi?!" The child blinked, he was beautiful… however, to me, he might be the harbinger of pain.

I saw him stretching out his little hands. There is no way that it looks like it is capable of hurting me. 

But seeing a hand reminded me of that man's evil deeds. 

Whenever I see him stretch his hands toward me, I will suffer in torturous pain.

I would be skinned alive…

He would have 'harvested' something in my body once more…

"Aaaaah!!!" I shouted once more as if to seek help, waving my hands to deter the danger around me. 

Suddenly I heard hastened footsteps and finally knew that it was over… 

I would be tortured again… I would be in pain again.  lights

One rushed footstep was followed by another, then another…

My heart sank as I realized, did the madman invite his friends over to torture me all at the same time?

My ears could hear their hurried steps and their shouts whom I could no longer understand. 

All I saw was within the darkness, there were several hands coming toward me to lock me in place.The source of this content is Novᴇ(l)Fɪre.net

As my body trembled, my eyes were brimming with tears and I tried to fight back as I could. 

I no longer have the shackles that limit my movements, so I ignored my body's pain and kicked around, waving my hand to deter those hands that were out to touch and hurt me. 

"Raaaah!!! Aaaah!!" I screamed in my tears and fought back. My throat was still dry and it was so painful to even let out a single word. 

However, why would I care about the little pain in my throat? These hands were all strong and it terrifies me knowing that what they would do next would bring me in much greater pain.

Suddenly, I heard a man who was looking at me strangely. Although I did not recognize that look in his eyes, I know that he was something who could decide on my fate at any moment as he had been the one who had been instructing the others to hold me down. 

"This is not good… we have to sedate her…" He muttered, to which I do not understand. 

Whatever it meant, I understood that I would be at their mercy and so I fought back even more fiercely trying to think of a way to run away from these places. 

But the next moment, I felt a piercing pain flowing from my wrist. 

It was not a needle or any sharp object, but it was like a snake swimming inside my body freely as it went around my body like electricity. Suddenly I felt my entire body become weak and limp. 

A wave of dizziness invaded my vision as my eyes suddenly lost the will to stay open. Afterward, it was all darkness…

The next few days, whenever I open my eyes, the same cycle would happen again. 

A group of people would come around and try to control me. They brought food, medicine, and whatnot. 

But who is to say that they were all safe for me to ingest?

In that cold and dark place, I could still remember the sinister smile that madman had while bringing me a bowl of some liquid that would have different effects on my body. 

There's one that would make me squirm in pain as I would feel like I was being eaten by a thousand ants. Then another that would make me awake and conscious while the man sliced away whatever part of my body he wanted to experiment with. 

With that, I am dead set on refusing anything they offer, whether it was to eat or drink. 

To go hungry and die of starvation might be better than falling into another scheme. 

lightsΝοvel As I looked at the eyes of the people who were around me, I could finally recognize the expression they had. 

It was a pity and worry. 

Yet, it was the very same expression that made me fall into a deeper hole back then. 

The madman who caused me to suffer from endless torture also looked at me with gentle eyes and an expression full of care and pity. 

I was once drawn to those eyes, and I even held onto his hands dependently. But the next moment, I found him smiling at me viciously while he was placing those cold heavy shackles on my hands. 

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One thing I have actually realized, however, was these people around me did not have any plans to inflict immediate pain. 

I waited every day to see what they planned on doing, but every time, I only ended up getting 'sedated'. 

One time during the night, a young dignified-looking man, who was of elf descent came to my bedside and talked to me. 

"Eli… please you have to eat…" His tone was begging while he was holding a bowl helplessly. 

"Many are waiting for you to recover and come back… so please do not destroy yourself like this…" 

Much to my confusion, this man, whom others call Kayden kept on begging me while saying things I do not understand. 

I have no recollection of who he is, nor do I have any idea of whom he pertains to as the people waiting for me. 

Waiting for me to do what? 

What would be their plan? 

Do they need me to do something? 

My head and my heart already hurt. I felt extremely tired of these confusion and fragmented memories. 

It seemed like a huge part of me vanished into nothingness. 

None of those whom these people around me were saying are helping either. So what shall I do?

In the end, I found a dark corner. It was dark yet uncold, it was perfect enough for me to cower and protect myself against these people coming at me with an intention I could never understand.