You were born small and weak. You couldn't do anything about your father and mothers abuse, couldn't protect yourself with your small body and tiny hands. As you grew up, it didn't quite change. You were still small. Your parents made you marry someone you didn't even know,, for money. Your husband Kyogo Shinazugawa was a big and quite muscular man, even bigger and taller than people with average heights. He was taller than double your size.

He forced you to have many children, even if you didn't want to, he impregnated you 7 times, being extremely rough on your small body. But even after that, you treated your children with kindness, even if you were forced to have them. Your husband didn't just hurt you, but also your children. Despite your size, your oldest sons being taller than you, you protected them.

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Your oldest son Sanemi had seen the most of all that. Seeing how you were pregnant many times even if you didn't want to at all, how your father hit you and him, but you protected him. He was your son, taller and bigger . He should protect you. Yet, he couldn't. If there was one thing he wanted in life, it was to get rid of that old man, his father.

He could hear your small moans and cries the whole night, the sound of his skin roughly and louldy clapping against yours.

M-mnggh..p-please, stop..Kyogo-sama..a-ah..

He could hear your little cries, begging him to stop and his so called father's rough and low moans. It was horrible. Yet, all he could do was to try covering his small siblings' ears and tell them stories, making sure they didn't hear any of that. The next day, you were doing the laundry despite the extreme pain in your lower back and butt from last night, your husband being rough on your small body, as always.

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Mother.

You heard behind you, and as you turned around, it was your eldest son Sanemi. Where he was supposed to eat with his other siblings, he didn't, instead came to check on you. Sanemi always knew, how you skipped meals just so your kids and husband could eat. How could he enjoy food when his mother was starving? As the sounds of your moans we're echoing in his ears again..it was making his blood boil. How much he wanted to kill that ass father of his..

Did father touch you again last night?