Hell's Revenge
and cupped my boobs which made me blush. Men touched me, not women, usually.
    “Nice tits,” she remarked with a smirk and a tweak to my nipples. She stepped back and returned to her seat
    “Pervert,” I murmured. I waited for her to speak, but she just gave me an implacable stare. “So?”
    “So what? You’re pregnant. But you’d already figured that out.” I clenched my fists and reminded myself not to punch the woman with answers.
    “Whose baby is it?”
    The smile came slowly and mirth danced in her eyes. “Both, of course, and growing much more rapidly than a human one would. Congrats, mommy. ” I laid my head down on the table; it was that or swoon and fall off my chair.
    “Impossible. I mean, how the fuck can I be pregnant by two men? What are there like twins in there or something?”
    “One child. A female.”
    A daughter? I didn’t say anything for a moment as the knowledge sank in. “What’s different about this baby other than the fact it’s growing faster than normal?”
    “Power. I’d thought you were the most powerful child I’d ever met, but even though it is the size of your thumb, the child you carry is already immensely powerful.” Well, that explained why my mother, the cow, wanted her. What I still didn’t get was for what. “What should I do?” I mused the words aloud, not really expecting an answer, so when it came, it took me a minute to absorb.
    “Kill it. Kill it before it destroys us all,” hissed Nefertiti.
    I raised my head and gaped at her. “Abortion? Are you nuts? I mean, I’m not like religious or anything, but still you’re talking about my baby here.” Sorrow darkened Nefertiti’s eyes. “A child with the potential to rend the world apart.
    Why do you think I sent the father’s away? Right now, you have the option to end this right now. I can remove the fetus from your womb and give you something to prevent any future accidents. This is too momentous to allow men and their pride to decide. The choice needs to be yours alone.”
    “You really think it would be that bad?”
    “My power doesn’t lie in foretelling the future, but even I can sense the danger. This child could destroy us. Destroy you.”
    “Could? You keep saying could, so this isn’t a concrete thing. There’s a possibility you’re wrong.”
    Nefertiti grudgingly nodded.
    “So I raise her to be a good girl who learns that destroying the world is bad. In other words, teach her the difference between right and wrong.” The irony of my words didn’t escape either of us and I blamed stress for my hysterical laughter.
    “You’ve asked my opinion. What you do now is up to you but keep in mind, once this child is born, there will be no turning back. Are you prepared to fight to keep her safe? And, if she treads down a path of darkness, to see her destroy everything you love?” A truly maternal mother would have instantly said yes, but foreboding, dark and cold, settled on me and I knew to speak those words would somehow affect the course of the future. A future I didn’t yet understand or foresee.
    I avoided answering—for now I’d stick my head in the sand like an ostrich and face this dilemma once I’d had time to mull it over.
    Nefertiti sighed. “Fool. If you change your mind, come see me but don’t wait too long. At the rate this child is growing, you may not have as much time as you think.” Great, I had a ticking time bomb in my stomach and I wondered if that meant I’d start craving really weird pregnant shit like pickles and ice cream, plutonium and gunpowder. My imagination ran wild in an attempt to make me smile, but nothing about this situation was amusing.
    Nefertiti dropped the privacy curtain and instead of finding my men close by, anxiously waiting for the verdict, I saw them off in a huddle with several of Nefertiti’s lovers.
    “Do you seriously bang all these guys?” I asked in curiosity. I mean, we were talking about a lot of men here.
    “Well, I can take

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