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First Meeting: Miranda was rather pleased when I dragged that woman into her gaze, which made me annoyed beyond measure. I didn't want to do anything that made her even remotely happy, but I knew I needed to keep my cover. The woman I found was feisty, she killed two Lycans in the time that I tracked her, which made her even more interesting to me. I loved watching her flinch away from us, it was almost cute. My interest in her was piqued highly when Miranda made her choose which Lord shall take her in for the time being. I didn't really care about the extra work, I only wanted to beat Alcina, can't let the bitch have all the fun after all. Oh, and what is this? The woman chose me? How stupid that was for her, even if she couldn't know. Doesn't matter now, she's going to be my little toy for the time being. I wonder what her name is? It's been so long since Miranda last allowed me to have one of her experiments, at the very least it's been two decades. Guess she decided to trust me again after what happened to the last one she gave me, wasn't my fault he couldn't handle the Cadou and ran straight into my furnace, I only opened the doors for him after all. This woman though, this was different, Miranda never before felt the need to remind me to keep a subject alive. Guess I can still play around with her, but it's such a headache having to make sure she isn't harmed too badly. Oh well, how much trouble can this truly be?
It scares me: How pathetic I sounded. "It scares me."? Why did I ADMIT that? Any of it? I couldn't fathom those feelings inside of me, they didn't make sense to me. I cared about someone, how fucked up was that? Why was Y/N making it so easy to open up? All these questions, yet I couldn't answer them. Y/N was comforting me, she wanted me to feel better, which too was a new concept for me. She wanted to stay with me, even after all she'd seen and gone through at my hands. Maybe she really was stupid, or maybe she felt just as weirdly warm about me as I did for her. Since the day I first took her into my factory I felt that she was something different than the few others Miranda gave me before her. Y/N is different, she makes my thoughts spin in ways that I can't understand. My brain, my only ally so far, has never before been so preoccupied with someone else, Y/N didn't leave my mind even when I needed to concentrate on my work. Nothing in my life has ever come close to what she makes me feel and think and I can't yet decide if the danger that she can hold over me like this is worth it for something else she could give me that could make me see something else than misery in my life.
Kissing: Well, that was unexpected. While I had fucked around in the village, I never kissed anyone. It felt weird and the mood never struck me to try such a thing. And yet as Y/N brushed her lips against mine, I couldn't resist the urge to lean in for long. Our lips met and all my conflicting feelings went silent, replaced by pure instinct and desire. My hands grabbed her hips, my head tilted to the side so we'd fit together perfectly, and everything just suddenly felt so good. Was kissing supposed to feel like entering a new world? I never thought I could be so cheesy about this, but my God, Y/N tasted like the first drop of water after a drought and her lips felt like a velvet pillow against mine. I can never recover from this, Y/N has me caught in her snare of warmth and I don't think I can ever free myself even if I wanted to try. Whether she realized this or not, now that I was caught, I will be holding on to her tightly. She is mine, all mine.
First time: I was nervous as all fucking hell. I hoped Y/N couldn’t tell, I wanted her to feel good, not worried about me. When her wanton walls embraced my cock, pulsing around it, my mind basically whited out. I’ve never felt like this before. Sex had always been pleasurable for me, but this wasn’t just sex. This felt like way more, something so special and delicate. I realized that if I could just stay like this, with her, for the rest of eternity, I would be happy. Truly happy. And her words when we were basking in the glory of our orgasms, her soft tone when she confessed her love for me. Oh fuck, I wanted to say it back, but my throat closed up even by thinking about it. I kissed her, I fucked her, I shared pretty much everything with her…but I couldn’t give her this, those three words were too much to overcome for me. So, I gave her the best thing I could manage, hoping that she's understand. “But I guess I don’t hate you.”
Bound to me: Y/N wanted me to bind her to me. A part of me wanted to shake her until she’d grab a sense of reality again, wanted to scream at her face that it was stupid to offer herself to me like that. Had she forgotten how she ended up here?! But the bigger part of me, the one that was more selfish perhaps, couldn’t do that. I wanted Y/N to be mine, in any way possible. With this cuff, even if she at one point tries to leave me, I wouldn’t let her. I know this cuff was a promise that she’d stay with me, that she was committed to me, but I don’t think I’ll ever compleatly shake the thought that she’d betray me off. When I snapped the cuff closed over her forearm and mended the metal together, I felt both happiness and dread at the realization of what we just committed to. When Y/N looked at me with tears in her eyes, thanking me for what I just did, I couldn’t help but get emotional as well. She hugged me, wanting me to feel comfortable while the tears started to dwell in my eyes, and I couldn’t help but giggle. How can this feel so good and yet so wrong? A long long time ago, back when I was still living at the castle with Alcina as my caretaker, I had this maid that always came and made sure I had everything before going to bed. She was married and I asked her why she felt the need to stay still in her life like this, I couldn't understand the idea of being stuck in the same place with the same person for all my life. She told me that she was in love and, curious as I was, I wanted to know how she knew. She told me "When you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it loves you too." I haven't thought about any of this in ages but now, looking at the cuff around Y/N's arm, I asked myself if she'd come back if I set her free and decided that I would not entertain the idea of over finding out.
Nightmare: “Mama! Wo bist du?!” I called out to her, a distant part of me realizing that something was wrong. My voice was far too deep for me to still be a child, like I just was seconds ago, but all the horror I just saw made it impossible for me to think clearly. A hand touched my shoulder and I snapped around to face the person behind me, hoping to see my mother, but being faced with a different woman instead. “W-Wo bin ich?” I asked, disoriented and confused. She looked at me with pity and sorrow, her warm hand coming to rest on my cheek. “Karl, my love, I’m so sorry but I don’t understand what you’re saying.” She said, and her voice was the key I needed to finally snap out of my panicked state. I mirrored her, touching her cheek and saying her name. She hugged me and sobbed, pulling me as close as she possibly could. I exhaled tiredly and for the first time since coming to this village, I cried openly in front of another person. What I didn’t expect is for that to feel so freeing, yet so terrifying at the same time.
Let Ethan come: Y/N was terrified of Ethan Winters. I guess that’s understandable, given that he really is more than just an ordinary man, but he didn’t faze me at all. I held her close while she was sitting in my lap, trying to comfort her while still pushing my plan along. If I can get Ethan on my side, Miranda is absolutely done for! He’s the last bit of weaponry I’ll need to finally free not only myself, but also my Y/N. But not only Ethan would be an asset, but his daughter’s abilities as well. Harvesting them will be difficult, but not impossible. Yet, I knew I couldn’t tell Y/N about that part of my plan, she’ll never see reason. I’m stressed enough as it is, I really didn’t want to fight with her more than I already have. I’ve hurt her feelings already, I knew I will again if we’d bud heads once more, and I really didn’t want that. I told her I’d change when all this was over, and I was serious about that. I didn’t want to be a monster, I didn't want to have my anger consume me so whole that I couldn't think straight anymore. But change has to wait. For that same burning anger that hurt Y/N's feelings is the same anger that fuels my will to end Miranda once and for all. Nothing would stand in my way of ending this.
When love turned to hate: (Since I talked about this scene in the bonus chapter, I’ll show Karl’s POV of the fight that caused it all.) “If you really think about using Rose, then you’re just like Mother Miranda.” I couldn’t believe what I had just heard, much less from who those words came from. I felt numb, my body going limb as my heart broke inside of my chest. She…She betrayed me after all. After everything we went through, after all the promises she made, she still went against me in the end. How dare she tell me she loves me, and then say something so vile. She said my name, but I couldn’t have that. She used to be the only one allowed to call me by my first name, she was the only one I felt close enough to let her use the name that my parents gave me. The only people that ever truly loved me, I was sure of that now. And now, when she had stomped on my heart, I couldn’t let Y/N use it anymore. My powers reacted before my mind could catch up, throwing Y/N across the room and fixing her against the wall. Her wide, terrified eyes watched me when I approached her and at that moment, my mind was made up. For deceiving me and making me believe I am worthy of receiving love, she deserves to die at my hands. Revenge, the longing for it, is all I could focus on anymore. Revenge on Miranda and revenge on Y/N. I was sure the pain that I felt when those words left Y/N's mouth could only be forced into silence if I can make her silent as well. Love and hate really do lie close together.
Birth of D/N: I am a father. What a wild fucking concept to me. Y/N was fast asleep in my arms, but even though I am wide awake and love to watch her, my eyes aren’t on her, but on the tiny being that laid upon my chest. D/N is fucking adorable, there was no other word to describe her. I have a daughter, this is my child. I couldn’t keep my hands away from her, I felt this need to pet her head, to stroke my fingers over her back and to gently pinch her cheek. If this is a dream, then I don’t ever want to wake up again. Carefully, so I wouldn’t wake up Y/N, I leaned my head down and kissed D/N’s head. I wanted to make sure that she knew, even when just about an hour old, I was here with her and will protect and love her forever.
Wedding: As I was dancing with Y/N at my own wedding, I thought back to the village. I thought back at the broken man I once was, and I wanted to go back and tell that man that he doesn’t have to worry as much. That our future does look bright, that we will leave this damn village and that we will end up happy. That Miranda wouldn’t always be a part of us, that even though we have done so many terrible things, we won’t be monsters forever. And when I looked around and saw the faces of my strange family, I wanted to tell him that perhaps they aren’t as horrible as we always though. But dwelling on the past was doing nothing and looking at the future was much more enjoyable. I have a beautiful, smart and absolutely amazing wife and an adorable and amazing daughter as well, and despite of my age, I felt like my life was only just beginning.
A happy family: Of all the things that I thought might happen to us once we escaped the village, this certainly wasn't on my list. My family was bigger than ever, with my siblings at my side, my nieces, my lovely wife and my two children, all posing for a family picture. I couldn't bring myself to admit it out loud, but in the end, I was rather glad things turned out this way. Y/N was right, maybe we all deserved a happy ending.
A Dream Of Deception
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