Three Perfect Princesses by Maybepink

She came one night. Took me away from light and Willow kisses and fear. She looked sharp, like she'd hurt if I hugged her. Her hair was black, tasted bitter.

"Silly girl. Miss Edith and I like you. We're going to have such fun. Three perfect princesses."

Her hands were so cold reaching under my nightgown. Her long nails itched, they tickled, made me yelp. She sang in my ear and played with my nipples.

"Tara," she cooed and I felt needles in my neck.

I woke up hungry, and she was waiting. "You're my baby. Let Mama feed you."

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