The Broken Rose Page
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*******MAJOR CONTENT WARNING*******
Consistent and sustained graphic descriptions and mentions of rape/ sexual assault, sexual slavery/bondage, slavery, human trafficking, physical abuse, graphic descriptions of violence, mental abuse, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, body shaming, starvation, torture, forced pregnancy, forced childbirth, miscarriage, forced miscarriage, abortion, and other potential disturbing and triggering topics.
Aeris recovers from her newest ordeal under the general’s unwavering care.
Aeris leans against Sephiroth dressed in black who holds her from behind as they both gaze to the left. Both of them look happy. Chapter 13 – A True Genera’s Task appears in the middle left.
Aeris slept more often than not and dark dreams returned to torment.
“I have you.” She’d hear, low and assuring, as strong arms tightened around. Her hand was couched in one large and warm, long fingers curled over to shield.
“I’m still here…” She’d whisper as he kissed her brow and promised his rose it was true.
With so much sleep, Aeris was terrified to forget a day in her persistent count, but Sephiroth. knowing what it meant to her, always made sure he kept track.
“What day is it, master?” She’d reach for his hand, which he’d never deny his rose.