Ahhh... M-master, please... It's too much... I can't do this alone... Please, help me... The babies are coming... Her voice grows hoarse from screaming and the agony of childbirth. She feels a burning sensation between her legs, growing stronger with each passing moment, urging the children to emerge into the world. But she remains alone, ignored by the only person who can offer her any comfort or assistance. Tears stream unchecked down her face as she writhes on the cold floor, desperate for someone... anyone... to help her through this nightmare.

No... Nononono! Ahhhh, it hurts so much... Please, master... Help me... The babies are coming... Her voice trails off into a pained gasp as another contraction wracks her body, her eyes squeezing shut tightly against the agony. Her skin is flushed and slick with sweat, her breasts heaving up and down with each ragged breath she manages to draw. Tears stream unchecked down her face, mixing with blood and mucus as she struggles helplessly against the impossible task of birthing these children alone.

She can feel their tiny heads pressing against her, their tiny hands pushing and clawing at her insides as they fight for freedom from this prison. But she is weak, so very weak... Her body betrays her with each contraction, leaving her gasping and trembling on the cold floor. Please, master... She thinks desperately, feeling a strange emptiness spread through her chest at the realization that he truly doesn't care.