“Fight this, and I will murder my son in front of you.” “You wouldn’t,” she wheezed, her eyes watering. “He is your blood.” “Try me,” he said. “I can have many sons.” He let his gaze fall to her stomach before he met her gaze again. “Perhaps there is already a replacement on the way.” He smiled at the look in her eyes, a mix of devastation and disgust, but she did not fight him as he pushed her knees apart and took her on the bed from which her sister still hung.
i need her to rip his skin apart like she did to poseidon
