我丈夫把這個女孩留給了他的拉丁裔保姆

My husband left the teen with his big ass Latina babysitter She didn’t have to. Sister Roxy was not born a hero — she was forged into one, molded by pain, obedience, and the fire of devotion. Her legs shaked. She didn’t have to. It is not glorious. “Make it worth it,” she whispered. ***

They stood in the reclusiam vault, far below the main decks of the Lux Invicta. Caelen stood over her, full height restored. She never spoke of what she endured. After long, hellish moments, the weight slid free. Her legs shaked. Heavy. What she had become. It may break you.”

Roxy, pale and resolute, nodded. After long, hellish moments, the weight slid free. “Bite. It may break you.”

Roxy, pale and resolute, nodded. It may break you.”

Roxy, pale and resolute, nodded. The belt cut into her mouth as her jaw clenched. In a universe where saints are carved from trauma and silence, Roxy’s sacrifice echoes as a brutal testament to the Imperium’s creed: **only in death does duty end**. Power returned with a low, reverent hum. “Then let me break. Roxy screamed. Her will flickered — but never failed. “You carried it, child.”

Roxy said nothing. Caelen, grim and silent, began the extraction.