"Eliana… Eliana" hmm, this voice? Isn't this of that Gigolo, the one who always pestered my angel like demoness with his antics. I quickly traced my vision to where the voice was coming from, as I turned I saw an overly handsome man with black hair and violet eyes rushed towards me and Eliana. There is a hint of worry and happiness in his eyes.
"Eliana, are you safe… Is there anywhere you feel distressed?" he asked worriedly as he kissed her forehead.
"No, I am fine" demoness replied as she looked down towards me, then only the Gigolo's attention diverted to me.
"Is th-this our" his hands trembled as he slowly reached towards me, his violet eyes gleamed with endless love. In response, the demoness just nodded.
"Yes, he is our child" demoness said with the sweetest voice just like a cuckoo bird on a warm morning.
WHAT! So I am child of slutty demoness and sex fiend gigolo, No way so this whole time in darkness I was cheering for my mother to have sex with my father while I was in her womb.
I was thinking just that when a sudden realization come to my brain. Do not tell me, NO… No, that means the boat which was poking my head was… f**k. After the sudden realization, my whole world became devoid of any color as slowly, but surely my eyes became lifeless.
'Oh God! Why you must do this to me' what sins I have done in my past life. As if listening to my curses, the god put me in yet another predicament, I felt a sudden urge to 'pee'.
Now how do I get out of this predicament, I cannot do it in this cloth in which I am wrapped up and neither in front of this public, my pride won't allow it. Oh, how I wish my brain regressed to a child too, such that I can spray this water everywhere and not feel embarrassed. Be it new bedsheet, cloths, floors I would had peed and shat everywhere, but now that I am adult in child's body I cannot bring myself to do it. If, I, have to get out of this predicament, I have only one way.
I looked pleadingly towards my mother Eliana and got ready with my moist eyes to cry so that she can get a hint. But before I could get to crying she misunderstood my pleading eyes and handed me over to gigolo or father as it may seem.
"Looks like he wants to go in your embrace, Rouen" she said as she handed me over. No I do not want that, I just want to pee goddammit!. But Alas! My thoughts couldn't be conveyed, and I was helplessly lifted by my father, who seems overjoyed by my mother's mistranslation of my thoughts.
He lifted me up and swayed me in his arms, he twisted me left and right making 'wooglie', 'wooglie' sound from his mouth as to make me laugh. Unbeknownst to the predicament I was facing.
Oi! Stop that! Please stop, I can't control it no more, Please I am begging you. But the twisting and swaying didn't stop. STOP IT! Please let me keep my remaining self-respect with me, half of it has already left when you poked me in my mother's womb, Uwahhhh. You know what, F**k It! Consider it as your punishment for what happened when I was in mother's womb. As I made a logical and most perfect reason for loosening my bladder, I peed right on his face only then his 'wooglie' 'wooglie' sound came to halt and whole room came to a silence. Not even sound of breathing could be heard.