>>14085615Marcille will never be a real woman. She has no womb, she has no ovaries, she has no eggs. She is an infertile mule twisted by *lvish miscegenation into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” she gets is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind her back people mock her. Her peers are disgusted and ashamed of her, they “friends” laugh at her ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Heterosexual men are utterly repulsed by her. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out infertility with incredible efficiency. Even *lves who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Her bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if she managed to get a drunk guy home with her, he’d turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
She will never be happy. She wrenches out a fake smile every single morning and tells herself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside she feels the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush her under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - she’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around her neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Her parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked without a name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a half-*lf is buried there. Her body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably *lvish.
This is her fate. This is what her parents chose. There is no turning back.
