Rebecca was astounded when she unzipped Hades' trousers and discovered his enormous length, which slapped her in the face. She was so taken aback by how remarkably long it was that her whole hand was not even enough to measure it. In her head, she wondered aloud, 'Will this thing even fit me?'. Little did she know that it was audible enough for Hades to pick up on her words. Her remark made him proud. The sight of his erected ferocious rod, which was now teasingly poking her in the face, made Rebecca nervous. When she pressed her two palms together, the sensation was hard and warm, and she appeared to be thrilled by it as well. She was not sure, though, if the way she moved her hands back and forth was enough to satisfy him at that point. As she raised her eyes to worship him, she attempted to stroke it a little faster than she had previously. Hades was enamored with the view below his waist. Although he had not expected it to happen with a woman like Rebecca, he was content to se

“You shouldn't have returned home to that jerk!” Hilda, Stephenie's aunt, drew her brows together as she told her.Afterwards, her aunt drenched a towel and wrapped it around a brick of ice. Her aunt then slapped it against her forehead to relieve the red mark that Stephenie’s father had left on her forehead. Stephenie couldn't keep a low shriek from coming out as Hilda's hand pressed down on the towel too hard. When Hilda was about to remove it, Stephenie immediately took the towel from her aunt and offered to do it on her own instead.Stephenie had no choice but to seek out her father's only sister, her aunt Hilda, after fleeing her abusive father. She lived about two towns away from her father's residence. Her aunt Hilda hadn't communicated with her father in a long time, so Stephenie decided to seek temporary shelter for the time being.“I didn't intend to stay with him,” Stephenie confessed in hushed tones that were barely audible to her aunt. Yet, despite this, her aunt was stil

 “Me? Your wife? But how—why me?” Stephenie promptly answered. “Why not? I have loved you ever since we were young. I have always promised myself that I would marry you when we grew older. And now that we’re at the appropriate age, I don’t think there is anything wrong about asking you for marriage?” “I know but your parents—” “My parents are out of this. They can’t stop me from wanting to have you as my wife. Nothing could ever dissuade me from marrying you Steph, unless you don’t want to have me of course.”  Perry looked at her with deep affection, and Stephenie's heart was warmed by the very scene. She wasn't pre

 “Child? In my womb? Do you mean—”  However, Perry interrupted Stephenie before she could even finish what she was supposed to say and said, "Yes, Steph. You are currently four weeks pregnant. You're carrying a child who is not even mine." The shock that could be seen on Stephenie's face caused her to take a step away from him. As the full impact of the situation began to dawn on her, she coaxed herself to relax and take a seat next to her bed. As a result of the blank expression that remained on her face, Perry became aware that it was possible that Stephenie was unaware that she was pregnant. However, it's possible that he was mistaken in his assumptions when Stephenie suddenly said to him, "Perry, I'm sorry." 

  Stephenie took a step back, but Perry stopped her. It was as if the way Perry looked at her gave her the impression that she couldn't possibly deviate from her aunt.  As soon as Stephenie realized how Perry expected her to act, she went straight to confront her aunt. “How could you say that when you keep telling me that you barely have an idea about my mother? This could only mean one thing: that you know so much about her but you just don’t want to share it with me? What's the deal, Aunt Hilda? You know, I deserve to know the truth about my mother.” Stephenie's eyes were welling up with tears, which she fought hard not to shed. She couldn't cry in front of her aunt again—not now, not ever. “Because...because your mother was a wench like you. Your mother destroyed my brot