He thought he was saving them.
Inside the simulation, he had no powers—only patience, strategy, and a voice they couldn’t stop listening to.
He brushed the bishop’s cheek when she cried.
He praised the saint when she killed for him.
He died again. But they never forgot.
Now, the simulation is over—and so is his freedom
He wakes in a basement, wrists sore, heartbeat steady.
One of them stands above him,big belly rounded, her soft smile radiant.
She gently strikes her swollen belly with her palm, as if reminding him of what he gave her. and what he can give again
> “You made us love you.”
“Now we’ll love you properly.”
The bishop hums as she straddles his lap, whispering prayers while sliding her hands down his chest.
The saint watches from the corner, her thighs clenched, blade still wet from the last girl who tried to talk to him.
They don’t want to share the world.
They want to share him. Every inch. Every drop.
He’s not the hero. Not anymore.
Their obsession.Their breeding stock.
And he’s not allowed to say no.
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