Chapter 8: Nostalgia

Lorna bit her lip, her body trembling violently as Mrs. Hilma stood before her, a whip in her hand. The woman's gaze was filled with satisfaction, a thin smile curling on her lips as if she was savoring every ounce of fear reflected in Lorna's eyes.

"Everything you've refused from me, I can understand... But don't you dare refuse my breast milk! If you ever dare reject my breast milk again, you will truly make me furious!" Mrs. Hilma's voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet that was precisely what made it even more terrifying.

Without further warning, the whip lashed through the air and landed on Lorna's skin with a deafening crack.

"AAGH..!" Lorna's scream pierced through the silent room. Burning pain spread instantly across her back, forcing tears to flow uncontrollably down her cheeks.

The next strike came faster, harder.

"Stop..!! Please..!!" Lorna cried out, her body arching in agony as pain rippled through her entire being.

But Mrs. Hilma ignored her pleas. Instead, she seemed to revel in the moment. With every lash against Lorna's flesh, her breathing grew heavier, as if each strike brought her immense satisfaction.

Lorna tried to escape, shifting to the side of the bed, but the whip still found its target, leaving behind more crimson lines. In desperation, her body slipped off the bed, crashing onto the floor with a loud thud. Her head hit the hard surface slightly, making her vision blur.

Mrs. Hilma stepped closer, towering over Lorna's writhing body. She crouched down and grabbed Lorna's chin roughly, forcing the girl to look into her eyes.

"Do you understand now?" Mrs. Hilma whispered, her voice dripping with possession. "Never reject my breast milk again, UNDERSTAND?!"

Lorna could only sob, her body too weak to fight, too sore to even move. Deep inside, she knew one thing, this hell had only just begun.

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After she was satisfied tormenting Lorna with her whip, Mrs. Hilma stood before her, panting, not from exhaustion, but from overwhelming pleasure. The whip handle was still clutched tightly in her hand, its tip stained with fresh drops of blood, dripping onto the floor. Her eyes burned with obsession as she gazed down at Lorna like a mother admiring her child after teaching them a lesson in obedience.

Lorna lay sprawled on the cold floor, her body trembling violently. Red welts marred her skin, burning like a thousand needles piercing her flesh. Her breath hitched, tears streamed down her cheeks, but she dared not cry too loudly. She knew all too well, her suffering only fueled Mrs. Hilma's twisted delight.

Mrs. Hilma slowly crouched in front of her, lifting Lorna's chin with her cold fingers. Her lips curled into a motherly smile that only amplified the horror.

"Listen carefully, my honey..." Mrs. Hilma whispered, her voice soft yet as sharp as a dagger. "If you ever dare spit out my breast milk again, I will make you suffer even more. You may refuse the dolls I give you, you may reject the jewelry I offer... But do you know why rejecting my breast milk makes me so angry?"

Lorna could only listen in silent despair, her body still reeling from the brutal lashing she had endured.

"Because I brought you here to replace my baby... HAHAHAHA..!!" Mrs. Hilma burst into laughter, her voice high-pitched with insanity, echoing through the darkened room. Her eyes widened with manic glee as she stared at Lorna, who continued trembling in fear.

"Do you know... how lonely I've been... how much I've suffered... ever since my baby died?!" Her voice wavered, turning into a strange sob, an eerie blend of sorrow and madness. But in the next second, her sobbing transformed into hysterical laughter again. "I can't be alone! I need my baby back! I need someone to hold, to breastfeed until they're full... and now you're my baby! YOU ARE MY BABY... MY BABYYYYY...!! HAHAHAHA....!!"

Mrs. Hilma's laughter grew wilder, her hands gripping Lorna's face tightly, forcing the girl to look into her deranged, glistening eyes. "From now on, you will live as my baby... and nothing will ever change that!!"

Lorna felt sheer terror consuming her. Her body trembled even more, cold sweat drenched her temples, while her tears continued streaming uncontrollably. Her heart pounded so violently it felt as if it would burst. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, but she dared not make a sound, she didn't want to push Mrs. Hilma further into madness.

But Mrs. Hilma seemed to relish Lorna's terror. Her smile widened, her crazed eyes sparkled as if she were admiring the most precious gift she had ever received.

With slow, deliberate steps, Mrs. Hilma turned toward an old wooden wardrobe standing in the corner of the room. She casually opened its doors, rummaging through its contents. Lorna could only watch in panic, her mind spiraling with frantic thoughts, dreading what the insane woman would do next.

With an expression of pride, Mrs. Hilma pulled out a stack of photographs. Her grin widened as she turned around, holding up the pictures for Lorna to see.

Mrs. Hilma approached Lorna, who remained bound, sitting helplessly on the floor. Her hands and feet were still shackled with heavy iron chains, leaving her with no chance of escape.

"Come, take a look at this, sweetheart..." Mrs. Hilma cooed, her voice gentle, yet it sent chills crawling up Lorna's spine.

Lorna's trembling body was forced to look at the photographs. The moment her eyes landed on them, she gasped in shock, her fear escalating.

In the pictures, there was a thin, delicate, looking girl with a striking resemblance to Lorna. But what terrified her the most was the girl's appearance and expression.

The girl in the photos wore a white diaper, a pacifier lodged between her lips, and a tiny baby bonnet on her head. Other photos showed her sitting on the floor with a vacant gaze, surrounded by baby toys, dolls, colorful blocks, her face devoid of hope, as if she had long since accepted that she would never be free.

But the most gut-wrenching image was the final one. It depicted the girl cradled in Mrs. Hilma's arms. The madwoman beamed with joy, holding the girl tightly against her chest, her mouth latched onto Mrs. Hilma's large, bare breast, breastfeeding with half, lidded eyes, as if she had completely surrendered to her fate.

"This was... my previous baby, sweetheart," Mrs. Hilma said with a nostalgic tone.

She held up the first picture, showing the girl sitting on a soft-carpeted floor, surrounded by toys, colorful blocks, plush dolls, and jingling baby rattles. She wore an oversized diaper, her expression blank, her eyes devoid of life.

"She loved playing. My baby was so smart, wasn't she? Ah, how I miss those days..." Mrs. Hilma sighed like a mother reminiscing about cherished memories, despite the sheer horror behind them.

Then, she lifted the second photo. This time, the girl was sitting inside a large adult sized crib, a pacifier half bitten between her lips. Her frail body was trapped within the wooden bars of the crib.

"And this one... I always made sure my baby had a comfortable place to sleep. She slept in her crib every night, wrapped in warm blankets." Mrs. Hilma smiled. "But unfortunately, the crib was too small for both of us, and since my body is too big, I had to destroy it and use the regular bed we're sleeping on now, because it's much wider."

Lorna's fear escalated. Her bound hands trembled violently, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.

In another photo, the girl was sitting in a high chair, her expression resigned, as Mrs. Hilma spoon fed her baby food. "Every day, I fed my baby. Because babies can't eat by themselves, right? I made sure she ate enough, spoon feeding her with all my love."

But the most horrifying image was the last one. The girl was nestled in Mrs. Hilma's arms, her head pressed against the woman's massive breast, her face half hidden as Mrs. Hilma breastfed her directly.

Mrs. Hilma gazed at the picture with pure affection. "And this... this was my favorite moment... Breastfeeding. A mother only feels complete when she breastfeeds her baby... It's the most precious moment in every mother's life. The feeling of giving my baby the most nourishing breast milk from my overflowing breasts... I know she was satisfied, full, and completely loved..."

Mrs. Hilma let out a soft chuckle, then turned her eyes back to Lorna, a wicked grin stretching across her face.

"You already know, darling, why I kidnapped you and brought you to this house...?!" Mrs. Hilma said softly, but with heavy pressure. "You are here to take her place, to become my baby forever."

This further clarified the horrifying reality Lorna was facing, that before her, there had already been another girl who had suffered the same fate at the hands of Bu Hilma, who had turned her into her baby first.

All this time, Lorna had assumed that the baby Bu Hilma often mentioned was her biological child, or at the very least, a real infant. But now, everything became clear. The "baby" she was referring to was not an actual baby, but another girl, thin, young, and beautiful like Lorna, who had been forced to live as an infant.