OnaconaMaryamMahika POV

Staring at my mother's tomb as a child I heard every word clearly as if she spoke right beside my ear. 'Always carry yourself presentably, a young women must be a dove, pure and silky, never fall into such sinful actions or be led a stray by demons of the night'. Growing up in my hut with my grandmother I was taught properly all the ways to carry yourself elegantly so as not to be led astray.

"Not that way, back straighter". My grandmother would scream before hitting my knuckles with a tiny pebble. Each night I must soak my hands in the great lake to relieve the ache and stop the blood flow. My youth consisted of chores, prayer, lessons and bedtime. What does outside look like? Good question.

Years of practice until I've become a modest woman, long after my guardians died, I remained the same. Practicing what has been preached, learning medicine and poetry until I met my first husband. Pocahontas, he called me, and that was no compliment. At twenty-five moons old, my midnight hair falls to my slimmed waist, olive complexion, deep curves and full lips. The resemblance was almost uncanny, at least that was what he saw. Germany was different back than; his face painted in white with red lips while he wore the most atrocious attire, the aged wrinkles didn't hide behind the horrendous makeup, they only brought attention to deep yellow teeth.

Yet his voice was smoother than the river of the great falls. Alexander was his name, a very tall thick man with a hairless head he was so proud of, I hated myself for how madly in love I became, so much so to even leave my home and hut in the great forest of life along with all the tribe members. Farewell, they waved to me.

Alexander proved his worth of a man, every asset I wanted was given to me with no questions asked, all I had to do was be the loving wife. Events and expensive English classes were becoming my new thing, yet I do miss home. I could see myself being with him forever ... Until he got selfish.

More and more did he try to push to deflower my purity and I refuse to allow it, until one night he didn't ask for permission. I woke up with a soreness in between my legs, my clothes were shredded from the waist down, a pulsing headache made me see the room spin, what? I winced with every movement, a thick liquid pool in between my legs. My legs felt like I was walking on glass, my part of the bed was soaked in blood right where my bottom rests, odd I don't remember my monthly womanly visits coming this early. Beside my bed was a medication and a glass of water.

Where was my husband? And what happened?

Back-to-back I would wake up to blood on each sheet, the soreness only worsened by the day. Have I done something I am not aware of? I don't think I shape-shift during the night? Couldn't be, yet each day I found the same bottle by my bedside every time having no memory of taking it before bed.

No name, yet they were white with blue dot tablets, interesting. Before long I got sick of the unknown and wanted to put to the test of the pills, the small little cat was the best use. During her meal I slipped one in and waited for a few hours before her movements became uncoordinated and the speeches got slurred, not long after she soon passed out cold, checking her pulse she was still alive but in a deep slumber, a slumber so deep she didn't wake when I kicked her in the stomach.

So, it's a sleeping pill, and it must be used during the night, some way I am consuming the tablets but have no idea how, the thought soon came, I was never allowed in the kitchen when he cooks. Could that be why?

The same night came, I watched him from afar, his every single move even when he wasn't looking, I was watching very deeply. There it was, the jingle in his pocket, a noise of silent applause and clatters, in his pocket.

Per usual I am forbidden in the kitchen, yet I don't remain seated, while his back was turned I creeped my head in right behind him, I watch him cook with his back turned and there he slipped it in, it doesn't dissolve so there should still be a crunch to it, that explains why he pairs it with the lettuce.

He turned just in time to see me back in my seat with a Cheshire smile, it's now proven he drugs me. Carefully I examined the meal and found the drug I've been looking for, but I must be smart, though he acts discreet, I see him watching me from the top of his head.

With gratitude I happily took a spoonful but slipped the pill under my tongue, he was so astonished and satisfied he began to eat away, unaware of the knife that I slipped behind my gown. I needed to see this for myself.

Night soon came I should be sleeping and that's what he is waiting for, my plan is simple - wait for the action than cut deeply under the neck -. "Goodnight my Pocahontas", came his voice, it was not a compliment. What they did to the real girl was insufferable, but he won't get away with it.

Darkness swallowed the room; he waited for my breath to even out before making a move, but I wasn't sleeping. The bed dips with him on top of me, he spreads my legs and scoots my undergarments to the side and tries to insert the very tiny object. Now was the time.

Fully bathed in blood I look at the remains, sliced tongue, no eyeballs and neck cut in half. Splatters of red on the wall, there I stood my eyes void of emotion while staring stoically at the mess. Lifeless, unmoving only that of his cat. I watched his cat cry and lick away the blood on his cheeks, I missed one.

Getting rid of the body was the most exciting and exhausting part however my real pain was my alibi, I didn't need to over think too much, it turns out that man was a Rapist, case closed. Returning to my home was exhilarating, now I have inherited all his fortunes, but that was for me to know and me alone, I will go back to practicing medicine.

The man did leave a gift, I am pregnant. Though it was not my fault, I could feel the beating of my grandmother. Years go by and it was me and my baby girl, blue eyes, blonde hair and olive complexion, Anastasia. I made sure to pass it to her, all the training. They kept me so long from having my own kin I didn't realize how happy having one of them was, until she wanted to explore her sexuality.

A young boy named Otto, tall and toned with lean muscles, I watched both grow and escape with each other to faraway places, she'd come back with her locs unruly and her face delirious, disgusting pig. Refusing to listen to me after countless lectures until it was time to step in, I caught a rattlesnake near the creak and placed it into the bedroom of his rock.

My little girl came back to me in tears, my hand brushed smoothly over her locs, they shimmer under any light. Many more moons passed, and I grew weary of the atmosphere and so did Anastasia, it was time to go back to the city. With all the money I still have those years ago it helped me establish into the life I was patient to have again, I wanted everything bigger and better, and I deserved everything bigger better. Like me at the age my daughter deserved the best life starting with the proper education at the best homes and the best neighborhood.

Thanks to the help of my late husband, my social skills helped me exceedingly well, never needed to work, all I could do was take care of Anastasia and that's exactly what I will do until the end of my time ... As long as she did everything I said. By the moon of high school, she met another man. However, I could see something new with this one, he carried a dark gleam in his eyes, almost possessive and dark, getting rid of him could be a burden I was getting too old to carry.

Hair black as the night sky, a porcelain complexion with full lips, he was not of my concern rather his family, this young man was loaded and that exactly what we need to continue living this life. My research was extensive, but I hit the mark, he is a blood line heir to carry a large business that will soon reach trillion-dollar marks in the upcoming years.

Anastasia will be fully set after my time.

For the first time I decided to allow her to experience the dating world, from afar I'd watch intently, his true colors didn't take long to show. Bruises on bruises my daughter tried to hide, her foundation were no help, they only covered the purple color but not the swelling of the eye, too bad.

"Mother," she cried to me, "I can't take it no longer help me". Voice broken and rasp, how long has she been crying? No matter, this will help her in the end.

I did what any mother would do to ensure her happiness in the end. "Whatever you're doing to make him angry, stop it, and quit crying pathetically."

Indeed, In the end, mother knows best.

My Anastasia now flaunted a large diamond ring on her left ring finger, she could force her smile all day any day, but her future is now secured. Preparations needed to be done and I being her mother had to rehearse a few lines to say at her wedding and make a lie on why her father would not be attending. But first things first I must pick the freshest flowers from my old field. They bloom freshly when the sun touches the horizon, and they bring the best of luck. Walking carefully through the forest I was halted by a feminine sound, a cry of ecstasy and pleasure that soon followed the groans of a man. It seems to be coming from behind the bush, as a mother seeing certain things being done to your child should have earned a reaction from me or at least the deadly one that flows through my veins, no, this was a chance by God.

My daughter's fiancé and a young blonde woman lie on the field stark naked, the setting seemed to be a picnic, but they ended up devouring each other hungrily, with her legs spread wide biting onto his shoulder he was on top of her brutally ramming inside, his head dipped to the side of her ears where I couldn't see, though many would wonder how is it possible to recognize someone without seeing the face to confirm, -the dragon tattoo on his right bicep, the tip of the snake ends on his elbow with a green tip-. The sound of his balls slapping against her defined his hunger for the women's womb. He seems more infatuated by this lady.

"Oh God, yes don't you stop" she demands, I watched her eyes roll to the back of her head.

"Tell me you love me and this cock." he breathed harshly.

"Oh Fuck." I noticed she never answered the question.

Deeply I watched from behind a tree, the long bushes on the ground to the thick branch helped me blend into the dark scenery, setting a plan in motion until they both cry out their pleasure, their bodies glistening from the sweat that the heat created. I could walk out and let my presence be known, however I had a better idea, once fully dressed they hugged it out before kissing sensually.

Straightening her hair "Why are you getting married if you don't love her?"

"I wouldn't if I didn't have a choice" he says sadly zipping up his pants.

"What do you mean?"

My thoughts exactly.

"She is pregnant,"

I was taken back by the comment, how was I not aware? Why didn't Anastasia inform me about this? My plan only seems to get better and better. But the only one happy seems to be me, I watched his head bow in shame to the woman.

"You know how bad I wanted one and you got that bitch pregnant?"

How bad? So, their encounter isn't a one-time thing, he has been seeing this woman for some time, so much so she had the idea of bearing his child, it just kept getting better and better.

"I'm sorry, you know how my grandfather is, he wants me to marry the woman baring my child." behind the tree I remained smiling brighter and brighter, indeed there is a reason for everything, God wanted me to hear this and here I shall stay.

"Well, what if she didn't have the baby?" Her low tone was a maniacal whisper, in thought, quizzical like, almost as if she devised a plan from the beginning.

My smile faded.

"What are you talking about?" peeking my head out once more from behind the tree I saw an expression on his face that I couldn't make out, but I knew it was far from sadness.

"Well, what if she didn't have the baby? Could you call off the wedding than?" This young lady was smart, but I was smarter, it is obvious she is trying to get her name in the fortune as well, but Anastasia was there first, I think it is time to have a discussion with the young man, but it will be on my own time, Perhaps at a time where he is less exposed.

The same night I confronted my Anastasia, how could she not confined to her own mother? From across the table she sits, already I caught the first sign; the plate she is picking at were her favorite recipe barbecue shredded pork, -double the pork-- asparagus and mashed potatoes, her go to cheat meal, she hides the emotions well but I could see it in her eyes the urge to fight off the sickness.

"Is there something you'd wish to tell me?"

Her movements paused; calculating a lie, her head bows lower letting the hair strands brush her cheeks to block out the eyes. "I -Uh."

"Don't lie to me."

She shook from my tone, let's see if my training came in handy, but the silence said it all. "I uh just haven't been feeling well is all."

That foolish little bitch, however, I should have expected that, "You haven't touched your food."

"Sorry about that, may I please be excused?" I didn't get the chance to dismiss her before she just sprawled away unaware of the daggers I sent to her back. I wanted to wait and see if she could be a good daughter and tell mommy the truth, however it seems I must resort to aid.

Her loud music in the room hurts my ears, what in heaven is that sound? Whatever it was made my knocking sound like a whisper. "Anastasia?" I had to scream through the door, "Open the door," I proceeded than to try an open the door but of course locked. "Anastasia"

Finally, the music lowers, "Open the door sweetheart" after hesitation she slowly unlocks the door, red faced and puffy cheeks while she silently sniffles, it was uncanny how she resembled her father, I almost tumbled back.

"You don't need to tell me anything if you are not ready, just know I am here for you." I smile, it seems to have done the trick and she let her guard down, my little girl embraces me with open arms while she sobs her pathetic tears on my blouse. With one hand I pushed her waist closer letting her belly press into me and she moved back in shock, Bingo.

My other handheld a glass of room temperature water "Here love drink some water," like a whale gulps the whole beverage.

"Thank you, mother," she smiled gratefully, she placed a hand on the door, -my signal to go, -all I need to do now is wait until the crushed pill that dissolved into the water to take motion-. Four hours later, I crept into her room in the dark with a small candle, the pill must have caught her by surprise, there she lay on the floor on her back books have toppled over. I must be vigilant with the dosage next time, though they are just sleeping pills, but it still travels through the fetus.

The medical operations I practiced all those years have finally come to use, my fingers were bloody but worth it, she is indeed pregnant, 3 months at that. A sign from God, I could start all over again and be a better grandma to raise my granddaughter or grandson, obviously the mother is pathetic but left behind a gift. It was now time to make a move.

The home décor was truly exquisite, all the lineage and marbles shined and polished, maids running around making sure there isn't a speck, this is my next life thanks to the baby, and I will claim the title. On the white fur couch do I sit legs crossed in front of my daughter's fiancé and his grandparents.

"Please to make your acquaintance," his voice thick and rich while his large body sports a white suite, it was hard to miss the occasional once overs he was doing to my body, right next to his wife. Pathetic.

"Please the pleasure is all mine, thank you for inviting me over." They both smile but my eyes are on him who sits with his head down. Mind probably on the other girl.

"So, in preparations to the wed -"

"Let's cut the crap" for the very first time I was halted in my steps.

"I beg your pardon?"

Roughly the grandpa slaps my daughters' fiancés head and he winced "Speak boy." he says darkly.

After hesitance he finally peered up, I was taken back by the purple swelling of his right eye, his face in general just looked red and bruised, was he in some sort of trouble?

"Are you o-"

"He's fine, pathetic but fine." He turned his attention to the grandson who sits with red eyes occasionally sniffling.

"I -uh I don't love her, but she is pregnant."

"My Anastasia?" I feigned confusion, hopefully they fell for it, my plan was simple, but I now need to backtrack, they are a couple of steps in front of me, "She never told me."

With a finger in the air, he halts me, "He is not done." the grandfather chimed in

Moments of silence falls in the atmosphere before he finally spoke "And the girl I'm with, Shes pregnant now too."

I wasn't prepared, fuck, it must have been under the tree that day, that was a month ago. Plans are changing, that Younge girl is conniving but indeed she got her wish, another heir. After hours of chatting with them it was time to head out, I had a pathetic daughter to get back home too I'm sure she is still limping and sick from the procedure I had to do before. "Thank you all once again for inviting me over, I probably shou-"

"Of course, of course but let me go ahead, here let me just walk ya out." he grunts getting up and I watch his wife cast me a glare.

"Really I am ok."

Cold soft palms wrap around my bicep, I feel his nails breaking through the skin. "Nonsense."

My back was slammed onto a hard wall outside all the oxygen left my lungs leaving a painful burn, his flames envelope my body when he pushed into me cupping my womanhood. "You must have all kinds of nerves showing up to my house thinking you were going to harass my grandson." He growled. My heart fully spirals wildly painful, what is this?