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Catherine danced. It was really all she could do: dance. She swung her hips from side to side, squatting down deep enough to make sure the wolves all caught a good glimpse of her chain-adorned pussy, before grabbing the pole just behind herself and twirling around with typical catlike grace. The audience of wolves jeered at her.

For a city where they consider themselves superior to other species, they sure do want to fuck a cat, she thought. There was a certain bitterness to that thought. But it wasn’t as if she could really afford to make decisions.

Here she was, in the big, miserable city of wolves, trying to earn enough money to move out so that she and her husband could finally try for the child they had always wanted. Certainly, this was no place to raise any baby that wasn’t a purebred wolf. Hybrids were held in even lower regard than cats. Much lower. She was considered a slut, but they kept their hands off her. A hybrid didn’t get that courtesy; they were little more than prey or toys to the wolves of this city.

She liked dancing, at least, Catherine thought, as she swung herself around and then leaned down, sticking her shapely ass out for the audience, who cheered, whistled, and jeered. She liked turning men on, even if they were wolves who viewed her as some lesser creature. There was power in it. A little bit, at least. Maybe as much as she’d ever have until she moved to a new city and left all this misery behind.

How had she ended up here? Oh, no big thing. Her husband had seen that the city was rather rich with plenty of jobs available. He had neglected to do enough research to realize that it was only like that if you were a wolf, or maybe another type of canine. And both Catherine and her husband were cats. For them and everyone else, it was extremely hard work just to get by. She was angry at him, and she channeled that anger into her erotic dance. A pair of fingers slipped down her front to spread her lips wide for the cheering wolves, letting them all stare at the spread, pink hole.

They’d pay her more if she let them fuck her, too, but Catherine wasn’t sure about that, yet. The wolves didn’t seem like gentle lovers, and either way, it’d be degrading. The dance, she felt, was empowering. Though it’d have been more so in a less dingy club with fewer dark corners where unspeakable things happened. Catherine stood back up, hands squeezing both of her breasts to show off how big and soft they were, a moan even managing to spill from her lips as she did. It felt good to show off.

She really did have rather big breasts. A big ass too. It ran in the family, and it was how she could compensate for her husband’s mistakes by earning them money for showing those sinful curves off. Better than nothing, even if she might’ve preferred being very smart, very fast, or very strong. Very sexy was still at least some kind of talent, she thought, and her audience proved it with their cheers. A black wolf in particular, a little older than the others, seems almost spellbound by her performance. Spellbound or perhaps hungry. Tony, she seemed to recall his name was. One of the others had bought him a glass of scotch, and Catherine was nothing if not observant. It helped her do her job, after all, knowing who people were and what they liked.

Not that it paid all that much. Just enough to afford living and set a tiny bit aside, but at this rate it’d take her forever to move out of this shithole.

There had been another offer that the owner of the strip joint had made to her. He was a heavyset wolf, which was Catherine’s polite way of saying he was a fat fuck. An offer that could earn her a lot of money. The club hosted what they called the Dancer’s Challenge. It had five rules, and the owner had shared them with a mean grin on his face.

1) She would dance as normal, but unlike the normal shows, the audience was allowed to both touch and grab her.

2) If someone managed to catch her, she was their toy for the night. And that meant she’d get fucked. By them, and everyone they decided to let fuck her.

3) She had to last for three entire songs.

4) She was allowed to leave the stage, but had to keep dancing, or she’d fail.

5) The patrons were allowed to fight each other to claim her. That meant one wolf could challenge another, if they grabbed her, but before she was getting fucked.

It was simple, really. Toxic masculinity, certainly. They called it rape, and in a way, it really was, even though Catherine ultimately had to consent to it. It was coercion; the only way to really earn a substantial amount of money. Triple her usual pay.

The problem was that, well, beyond the obvious downside of actually letting these bastards fuck her if she lost, she’d receive no pay at all instead. Unless someone was feeling charitable and tipped her. There was a third problem too. She was in heat, and the event was tonight. Being in heat doubled or tripled the consequences for if she lost. She’d almost certainly end up full of some wolf’s bastard pups.

If she got caught. She had accepted the offer; she needed the money too badly not to.

Catherine finished her dance by sliding a pair of fingers into herself, showing them - both wet – to the audience, and then licking her own juices off her fingers. The audience erupted into raucous cheer. And with that, the show was over.

Catherine collected the few bills and coins that they had tossed onto the stage, adjusted her chain-panties that did little to hide anything, straightened out her long black gloves and stockings, bowed, and finally, stepped off the stage. She headed into the backrooms where all the staff, the owner included, were on breaks between shows. She wasn’t even the first person who’d take the challenge tonight, but the third.

To her surprise, the owner of the joint had prepared a cup of tea for her. That was unusually kind of him, but Catherine still accepted it. It’d help her calm her nerves.

“Ya know, you’re a lucky bitch,” the owner laughed. “Did you see that big guy in audience? Tony?”

“I saw him,” Catherine replied.

“Yeah. He’s strong as fuck, so I figure if ya lose it’s gonna be him that grabs you, after punching a few snouts,” the owner said, leaning back in his seat. “And see, that’s good, ‘cause he ain’t as sadistic as some of those fuckers. Not to women.”

Catherine failed to see how that was a laughing matter, or even amusing in any way, especially since it’d still involve her getting raped, but the fat wolf still chuckled, clearly amusing at least one person in the room.

She supposed it was good that she might just get raped by Tony and his friends rather than sadistically raped by them. But she had no plans of getting caught in the first place. But then, as she drank the tea, she noticed she was feeling even warmer than usual. Tingly, as if her heat had suddenly kicked into overdrive.

“Feeling better yet? More relaxed?” the owner guffawed as he saw Catherine blush at the realization of that she was also getting rather wet. “Just a little aphrodisiac to get ya started.”

“You asshole!” Catherine blurted out. “Why would you make it even harder for me?”

“’cause I get paid more if you get fucked, slut,” the owner laughed cruelly. “Don’t worry, I’ll kick a small bit of it your way even if you fail. And you will fail. Guys here don’t really care for pregnant bitches, so you can consider that your severance.”

Catherine wanted to claw his eyes out, and she could have, the cat told herself, but then she’d end up in prison, and if the regular jobs here sucked for non-wolves, prison would be a hell beyond her worst nightmares.

She was feeling horny. It wasn’t something she wanted to feel, especially with her already being in heat. It meant that she’d absolutely be reeking of fertility and need later tonight, too. And it might just mean that she’d be forced to enjoy the rape if she failed.

No, she wouldn’t fail. She wouldn’t get grabbed. That wasn’t an option.

Catherine closed her eyes and focused on the night ahead, visualizing the dingy little club, all the moves she could use to dodge her assailants. How she’d hopefully make them focus more on punching each other in the face than on grabbing her. And maybe they’d already be exhausted from the two girls who had their challenges just before her. That was probably what it’d come down to, Catherine thought grimly. Why had she ever accepted this? Nobody in this shitkicker city was trustworthy!

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Soon enough, it was already night. The club’s owner slapped Catherine on the ass to wake her up from her slumber and her attempts to plan, and the cat returned to reality only to realize that she was soaking wet from the aphrodisiac. The fat wolf tossed two pairs of cum-soaked stockings and gloves in her lap, and then the chain pantie, too.

“Yeah, you see how it went for the two bitches before you. You get to wear the same clothes they did, have fun!” he mocked her. Catherine wanted to protest but she knew that she didn’t really have a voice here, and so she slowly pulled on the damp gloves with the visible white stains. Then, the stockings too. The smell of cum was actually making her even more needy, owing to her heat.

But it was the “panties” that were the worst. The chain was slick with the fertile juices of the two other women who had worn it, and this pair seemed to be a little tighter, too, so the metal rubbed right against her engorged clit. Catherine wanted to back out immediately, but again, she had no choice. And on top of that, some twisted, depraved part of her needed the sexual thrill of the challenge, owing to the hazy heat and chemical arousal that engulfed her mind like a thick fog.

She made her way to the stage again. This time, the whole vibe was different. It was always rowdy and dirty, but tonight, the atmosphere was menacing. She truly felt like a piece of meat in front of a hungry audience of wolves, and the stains on the stage only emphasized that feeling. There was no doubt at all that her predecessors had been caught. One, or more likely, both.

But she could do this, Catherine told herself. She grabbed the pole and looked out over the audience, waiting for the music to start. She could see Tony in the audience, still dressed, which seemed to suggest that he hadn’t yet caught anyone. Did he want to, or was the jet-black and grizzled wolf waiting for her, specifically?

The thought made her shudder. And it wasn’t all from disgust, as it should’ve been. Fuck. She knew it was a bad idea, already imagining all the degrading cocks she’d end up taking if she didn’t run away right now. But she was in the middle of a crowd. There was nowhere to run. She had already made her bad decision, and it was too late to back out. As the music kicked up with a steady, groovy, if somewhat generic beat, she began to dance.

Immediately after the first tilt of her hips, she dodged a hand trying to grab her ankle. The wolf behind that one – they all blurred together into a ravenous, lusty mass, hard to distinguish from each other in the dim, colored lighting over the audience – instead punched the former in the back, in the kidneys, so hard he doubled over with a groan. Catherine had zero time to enjoy the schadenfreude, because someone else jumped up on the stage with her.

She barely managed to keep up the rhythm, using her catlike reflexes to dodge the wolf. This one looked younger than the others, with far less finesse. But Catherine was suffering from a rather distinct disadvantage, too. The stupid chain panties kept grinding against her slit, and those pleasurable jolts, enhanced by the aphrodisiac her mind was soaked in, kept distracting her. She kept missing steps, only barely dodging grabs that she should’ve seen coming a mile away.

Another wolf jumped up on the stage. “Fucking rape her or get off the stage,” he growled towards the younger one, and in half a second, they were already attacking each other, punches flying and landing with meaty thuds.

It was getting crowded on the little stage. Catherine’s entire body felt like it was full of adrenaline and cortisol, leaving her hyper-alert. As the first song ended after what felt like an eternity, she made the decision to hop down and into the crowd. It was a risky move. There were far more wolves, but also more chance that they’d focus on each other.

Just then, she felt an iron-like grip catch her by the wrist.

“Gotcha,” one of the wolves leered. And then someone else clocked him in the temple so hard that he fell over like a sack of potatoes. That fist belonged to Tony, the biggest and darkest furred of them all, and he seemed to revel in beating his rivals, like it was all some throwback to a primordial battle for a partner.

Maybe it was. Whoever won would get to claim her womb, after all. At least you’ll get the strongest pup, the voice of Catherine’s heat told her, as she ducked between two wolves who ended up grabbing, and then fighting, each other instead. A third managed to grab her wrist again, only to be taken into a stranglehold by a fourth wolf.

The second song ended just as she saw Tony bowl over another wolf who was looking at her, kick him in the ribs, and then pounce.

She was going to dodge, but a jolt of unwanted pleasure from the metal chains catching her clit made her knees almost buckle, and she didn’t move in time. Tony slammed into her and pinned her against a wall.

“Yeah. That’s it, and if any of you fuckers want to try your luck, my knuckles aren’t even fucking bruised yet,” he growled. The others backed off, evidently impressed or at least scared.

And that was that for Catherine. The stupid aphrodisiac and the impractical clothing – no, it didn’t matter. She had fucked up and now she’d pay the price, she realized, her heart beating rapidly as she found herself staring directly into Tony’s yellow, lecherous eyes.

“And you might want to relax, because you’re not getting out of this one,” the wolf snarled. Struggle as she might, Tony’s grip on her was hard as iron, and she couldn’t make him budge a single inch, not even as he reached to unbutton his pants.

A thick lupine cock, rock-hard and ready for breeding, sprung out, engorged by adrenaline and lust. The sight of it made Catherine’s womb twitch, as if reacting to the primal masculinity of it. But then fear took over again as Tony forced the leaking tip against her slippery entrance.

“In heat, too. Usually, bitches aren’t stupid enough to take this challenge when in heat, but maybe this is what you wanted,” Tony rumbled, a lot of that raw fury and anger melting into lust as his cock rubbed up against Catherine’s defenseless, fertile hole. “And in that case, get ready for your pup.”

He thrust into Catherine roughly, with zero care for her well-being. She was wet enough that there was almost no friction, but his sheer girth still stretched her painfully. Catherine yowled, even as a rush of pleasure washed over her traitorous body, cheering for the brutal male despite all the consequences. She squirmed and struggled, a million thoughts flashing before her mind’s eye. How she’d be forced to raise this bastard’s child. How her husband would react. How she could ever feel safe around anyone ever again.

Tony pinned her to the wall by her throat, squeezing just hard enough that Catherine’s breath wheezed as she tried to breathe, and then began to fuck her in hard, determined bucks. He almost lifted her. No, not almost. He pulled her up by the neck just enough to nearly make her toes lift off the ground, and then, by those accursed chain panties. They were tough enough to hold her weight for a while, but the chains dug painfully into the sides of her mound, while also leaving her even tighter around Tony’s intruding member.

“Just admit it, you wanted this. All of it,” he growled, perhaps to justify it to himself, or perhaps simply to taunt the cat. His hips moved with the motions of a male who had caught his prey. Earned it. And even despite her fear, the cat leaked like a faucet around his cock, her body eagerly consenting even though her mind fiercely protested.

But there was nothing that her mind could do. Right now, she was a sloppy fuckdoll, nothing but a piece of meat for the wolf to rut as he wanted to, too weak to do anything but whimper compared to his raw physical strength. And so, Catherine let the unwanted pleasure overwhelm her even as tears streamed from her eyes. This wasn’t how she had wanted to have her first baby. Tony continued to fuck her. He didn’t hold back at all, and soon the force of his hips had Catherine’s hips sore and aching, even if she barely registered the pain as her defeated pussy was forced closer and closer to an orgasm that she dreaded, as if it meant that she had enjoyed being raped.

It didn’t mean that, of course. But it felt like it. And then she came, hard.

“Good bitch,” Tony growled. His swollen knot slammed against the cat’s folds, making her wince in pain even as her pussy milked him like a vice. He pushed harder into her convulsing sex, forcing that enormous bulb into her, stretching her tight – but soon to be rather loose – cunt to its very capacity.

Even as she came, it hurt. It felt like Tony was trying to push a baseball into her. Or something even bigger. It wasn’t that he wanted to hurt her, but that he simply didn’t care, with a callous disregard for how she felt about being used. She had agreed to this, after all, even if she regretted it now. But despite the pain, it was like shattering ecstasy, and when Tony’s knot finally popped into her raw sex, she couldn’t hold back the embarrassing, demeaning moans.

“Yeah. Cum for me,” Tony grunted. And then he yanked his knot out forcefully, making the cat yowl out in mixed pain and pleasure, before thrusting it in again, determined to leave her loose. And Catherine kept cumming. She came until she could barely hold on to the frayed ends of her consciousness, pain and pleasure both choking the consciousness from her mind. She thrashed, struggled, and moaned as her legs twitched and kicked helplessly, and then felt Tony throb inside her.

He was seeding her. Inseminating her. Breeding her. No! She didn’t want some bastard wolf growing in her belly, didn’t want to look at a half wolf baby that’d remind her of his moment. And yet, her orgasm didn’t even slow down as Tony emptied his balls inside her, the gushes of cum so powerful that she thought she could feel them in her very womb. She tried, desperately, to somehow make her pussy reject his seed, to make her womb not drink it so eagerly, to make her eggs run away from his sperm somehow, even if she knew it wasn’t possible.

And in the throes of that hateful orgasm, she passed out, her mind overloaded by the twin sensations of fear and pleasure. At least, she thought with a sense of sweet relief as the world faded into nothingness, she’d be free of this torment by the time she woke up.

Only when she woke up, emerging from that blissful black void again, it was to Tony still fucking her. She wasn’t aware of it, but three hours had passed. Her ass, stretched wide open, was leaking with the wolf’s thick cum, left gaping and unable to stop it. Not that she was trying. Catherine felt like the world was moving by and she was merely observing, disassociated from her body. She could barely understand why she was even in this position. Why her? Why had the world decided to be so cruel?

She opened her mouth and realized her jaws ached too. There was still cum in her mouth, too, with a thick strand of it leaking out the instant she tried to tell the wolf to stop. Not that she had any real right to, she realized, staring at the wolf as he fucked her used pussy again, on top of one of the tables in the bar. The look in her eyes was glassy and unfocused, even vapid. Distant pleasure and pain commingled in her features, and all she could do was whimper and moan quietly.

“Hurry the fuck up, rest of us gotta cum too,” someone shouted.

“Should’ve brought your balls and beaten me to it if you wanted to go first,” Tony growled back. “But yeah, just gonna blow one more load in this slut.”

It’s almost over, at least. Even Catherine’s thoughts felt disconnected from anything. Like she was looking at the world through a painful haze. Every part of her ached and the taste of cum coated her tongue, but maybe that was okay. Maybe she just didn’t care anymore. They couldn’t keep her here forever.

She felt Tony throb insider her again, a little more liquid heat erupting into her very core. Whatever. The damage was already done anyway. Catherine refused to cry, but her eyes were wet with tears anyway.

Finally, Tony pulled out with a savage yank, causing Catherine to scream out in pain again.

“All yours. And maybe hit the gym or something, dominance is earned, not just received because you’re a cunt,” Tony grunted, packing his spent and softening shaft back into his pants. The crowd of wolves parted as he walked away.

Catherine, already feeling relieved, wasn’t really following what happened until she realized that all the wolves around her were already stroking their thick, meaty cocks, looking at her like they had when she was on stage! No! It was supposed to only be one of them who got to rape her! That was what the rules said!

But there was nobody here who would enforce that rule, and as such, it might as well not have existed.

“Enjoy your pup. And yeah, I kinda recommend moving away from here,” Tony called out as he disappeared into the crowd, laughing.

Catherine screamed. And then then wolves descended on her before she had any chance to do anything about it. Two of them grabbed her legs and spread them for a third, who was apparently the most dominant one left now that Tony was gone. That third wolf thrust into her cum-soaked and stretched pussy without a care in the world, growling happily as her body swallowed his cock. The rest surrounded her, either waiting for their turns, or simply masturbating as they watched. It wasn’t long before she felt warm cum splatter onto her tits from someone who had gotten a little too excited, further staining her beautiful, curvy body with their shameless, cruel lust.

Someone else – she could barely tell any of them apart in the dim lighting, all of the wolves reduced to a crowd of leering faces, muscular bodies, and hard cocks – circled around her to the other side of the table and grabbed her head. He pushed it against the table, and then, thrust his hard cock into her open mouth.

She could’ve bitten, but she didn’t dare to. Instead, Catherine simply whimpered and sobbed quietly as she let her mouth get fucked too. The wolf tasted like musk and dominance, simply put. Like he hadn’t really bothered to wash, even if he wasn’t too dirty. Just enough to mean that he didn’t care. The kind of flavor that’d forever sear itself into her memories. Catherine planned to simply zone out again, but the wolf slapped her tits when she tried.

“Suck it,” he snarled, twisting Catherine’s ear painfully. “I didn’t come here to fuck a cold fucking fish or whatever, cat. Earn my cum.”

Catherine wanted to bite down so badly, to end it for both him and herself. But she couldn’t. She had a husband. She had to endure. And so, she obeyed, licking his shaft as he fucked it deeper and deeper into her mouth, until the pointed tip jabbed at the back of her throat.

Her pussy was almost numb from how hard and long it had been used. It’d hurt tomorrow, and a week afterwards, but she barely even felt the wolf currently fucking it. Her throat was another matter. Tony had chosen to cum over her tongue. This wolf slid his cock into her throat, which left the cat gagging and choking.

“Don’t you dare throw up on me,” the wolf growled with annoyance as he felt the cat retch, as if the average person who took the challenge was fully on board with losing it. “Just relax. Why even c-come here if you don’t know your own. Fucking. Limits!”

He thrust deeper. His knot smushed against her lips, pressing them against her teeth. The other wolves, at least, wouldn’t let him tie with her mouth without savaging him, because they all wanted their turns, too. Small mercies, perhaps.

She was suddenly flipped onto her side. A third wolf yanked her tail out of the way of her cum-soaked, ever so slightly gaped asshole, and claimed it, roughly driving his cock into her vulnerable body to join the others. There was a sting of pain, but not much, not with how disassociated the cat felt with cock in her throat, pussy, and ass at the same time. Another load of cum soaked her back, and a third, her face.

“Maybe fucking wait so you don’t cum on my dick,” the throat-fucking wolf growled as someone else’s cum soaked Catherine’s face. She almost gagged again, the smell of cum filling her nose and the taste cock in every inch of her mouth as her throat clenched around the wolf’s shaft.

She felt the one in her pussy throb hard, a sensation quickly followed by that now familiar injection of slick warm heat into her abused womb. It felt like her very cervix was loose from all the pounding, simply letting the wolf-cum soak in rather than doing its job. The instant that one pulled out, another took his place at her swollen cunt and thrust into her in turn, just as roughly as the last.

She was just a toy. Toys didn’t cry or feel bad. At least until the night was over, that was all she was: a cum-filled and cum-soaked sex toy for all these wolves. She swallowed down a thick load of slick, warm cum, just as another was pumped deep into her bowels. And then another. And another. She came, several times, as she was forced to through sheer raw physical stimulation.

Over the course of a few hours, they all took turns raping her, passing her around like a party favor, but Catherine was mercifully not aware and awake for all of it. She kept lapsing in and out of consciousness – each awakening was terrifying, of course, to remember where she was and realize that the wolves were still at it – but eventually she faded entirely, simply too exhausted to cling to consciousness even if she had wanted to. And she didn’t want to. Catherine faded into blackness once again.

When she woke up, she was slumped down on the floor. Every inch of her formerly beautiful and well-groomed fur was covered in sticky wolf-cum, some dried and the rest still wet. Her face was pressed against the cold floor, and her ass up the air, hips still twitching as if rocking back against a cock that was no longer there at all. Cum leaked from her pussy and ass both, in a steady stream. How much had she been stuffed with? Catherine had no idea. She wasn’t really thinking about that, but rather coughing up another deluge of cum, trying in vain to get the taste of it out of her mouth.

The stockings were torn everywhere. The gloves looked like she felt, just as soaked with cum and just as shredded. And the chain panties had probably either been torn apart or taken by someone as a trophy, but gone or not, she could still almost feel the rough metal against her sex.

Her entire body was bruised. She felt ruined, broken. Eventually, she’d recover, of course. But that wasn’t for today. At least her long ordeal was finally over, and with how shattered her mind was, for a moment it almost felt pleasant. She couldn’t focus on any of the thoughts that would come to haunt her later, like her impending pregnancy, or just how roughly she had been raped. Het heat, at least, was well and truly over, and that felt good. Good in a disgusting way that made her hate herself and her body, but the satisfaction of having that heat snuffed out couldn’t be denied.

Nor could the fact that she had orgasmed more times than she could count while it all happened.

Slowly, she managed to coax her aching body into a sitting position, and then, further up. With each movement, pain shot through her entire being, but she managed to hold the tears back. Her eyes actually felt dry rather than wet with tears_,_ as if there was nothing left in her, and nothing to do but simply survive. To make it out of here and back to safety, back to her husband. And that much, she could still manage.

Some nine months later, she stood next to her husband looking at their new house, far from the horrible city of wolves. It wasn’t the greatest of houses, and it wasn’t exactly new, but it was safe. It was the safely that she wanted for her child, no matter if whatever it was – boy or girl – was half wolf. If anything, that only meant they’d need safety more. Safety and distance, and a life out here, among people who didn’t treat hybrids like lesser beings.

The cat had, at least, gotten her “severance payment” from the club owner, who might’ve been an asshole who only did it to get rid of her faster now that her appeal had been used up, but it was a, at least, a little bit. And she’d gotten a little something from Tony, who despite his brutality, at least had some kind of… not regret, but perhaps an appreciation for his toys, even if he tended to break them. And that, combined with their savings, had been just enough to buy a cheap house far away from that city.

She sighed, leaning against her husband. Yes, this would do. This was fine. She’d just have to emphasize to her daughter – Catherine just had the feeling that it’d be a daughter – that they should never move back. Never ask what had really happened to her, or why she was a half-wolf instead of only feline. Her husband had certainly accepted it. He wasn’t happy about it, but since what had happened to her was partially his fault, he had no choice but to accept it anyway, out of duty and honor if nothing else.

Catherine cradled her swollen belly, stretched in an obvious, taut dome of pregnancy by her rapist. Or rapists. She could only guess if it was Tony’s child or not, but it’d only be days now before it was time for that pup to ruin her barely recovered body again. And while her daughter would always remind her of that night – and all the trauma and bad emotions that thinking of it would bring flooding back – maybe there was a part of her that had enjoyed it, too. Some slutty, awful part, enjoying the feeling of the cum of her rapists filling and fertilizing her, a part that she’d bury so deep that her daughter would never see it.

It was all she could do. And it’d have to be enough.