Authors note:
Hello, I am a new writer here and this is my first and serious attempt writing erotica, so if it sucks I apologize. This was an idea I came up with. They always make the female love interest beautiful etc- but what if she was ugly? How would that complicate things. I just wanted to twist around a cliche and see what I got.
WARNING: There is abuse and possible rape/dubcon. Also, some stockholm is no happy ending, but it may be interpreted as bittersweet or totally downer depending on your point of view. I don't condone twisted relationships like this- if someone was in a abusive relationship i would beg them to try to get out of it and get them help.
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The sun was high up, it's rays hot against Akhilesh's neck. Sweat trickled down like raindrops on her skin and she wiped them away with the back of her hand. She had never felt so worn out before. Pacing along the crop lines, she gingerly picked the ears of corn, dropping them into the basket bound to her back.
Her shirt clung to her skin with perspiration and the seat of her pants was damp, her form drenched to the bone. The sun was her unrelenting enemy, stalking her through the fields, enjoying her suffering.
The light was like fire, the flames igniting her very being.
Attempting to ignore the persisting flames, she reached for another ear, when she heard rustling in the trees and stood upright, seeds bunched in her hand, indenting her palm as she gripped them tight.
Alert. Focused.
Akhilesh looked to the left, eyes scanning the dense trees, the maze of the forest. Dark and foreboding, it sucked in all that dared to trespass, refusing to let them free. Trapping them yet freeing them of the tyranny of time itself.
There was no wind. And Akhilesh knew.
Someone was there.
Or something.
Curious, she considered venturing forth to investigate, but quickly decided against it. It was dangerous, those thickets of forests, and infested with wild beasts and monsters waiting to prey on mortals.
She looks from the forest and back to her dirty, weather beaten hands.
Yes, investigating was out of the question.
She knew better.
Akhilesh walked towards her home, a little round red place where her and her family lived. With the rustling in the woods at the back of her mind, she opened the front door, taking off the heavy basket full of ears and left it at the side of the door.
"Ma? Pa?" She called.
She stepped tentatively through the hall, eyes scanning each room until a familiar smell wafted to her nose. She followed the scent that made her stomach growl and found her mother in the kitchen.
Her mother limped over from where the bacon sizzled and the eggs were cooking in a pan on the stove.
"Why are you back from work so early?" She asked, peering up at her daughter.
"I was scared...There's something in the woods. You don't think it got Pa do you?" Akhilesh asked quickly, fears suddenly being realized. She shouldn't have just worried for herself back there, but for her father as well. The creatures of the forest did not discriminate.
Her mother cringed in response.
"No. Your father has always been very cautious," she said firmly. The words helped to calm her, as her mothers words often did, though a small smile appeared, recognizing an attitude in her mothers reply.
"Someones getting a little defensive," Akhilesh teased.
Her mother only shook her head, trying to hide a smile.
"Oh shut-up Akhilesh."
Her mother's smile was beautiful and wide with white straight teeth, despite her large nose, curved like a hawk's. Her eyebrows were fused into one thick and dark one- noticeable even from far away.
But worst of all, Ma had thick hair covering her arms, legs, back- everywhere! It was due to some condition that caused her to grow more hair than usual on her body. She shaved as often as possible and hid her arms and legs even in a desperate attempt to look "normal" and save face. Her facial features had unfortunately passed down to her daughter.
" Be thankful that you are not ugly AND a cripple like me, " Ma always said. Her mother would try to beautify herself and insisted Akhilesh do the same but she simply shrugged.
"I don't feel I should," Akhilesh replied.
" You'll suffer much more than you do now, " her mother warned, pointing to her almost accusingly.
Akhilesh snorted.
" I don't care. That's something I'll just have to bear with. People would taunt us anyway no matter how much make up we put on. We were born ugly Ma, you and I. Nothing can change that, short of magic."
It didn't matter how they looked becuase that was what they got. And that was what they had to work with. Can't change how you were born, only make the best of it.
And Akhilesh did.
