You open your mouth to try and protest further, and at that moment your words are drowned out by a loud stomach gurgle emanating from your son. You freeze, eyes wide as you look over the edge of the table at Judas’ uncovered midriff.
Judas is grinning down at your silent scared form, keeping his stomach on display for you as he gives it a rub. “Easy there belly, I think he gets the idea.” Judas laughs. “Well dad, seems my body is telling me to get on with it.”
You snap out of your stupor and try to sprint away but Judas is ready for this. He slams his hand down around you, knocking the breath out of you briefly as he lifts you up.
Judas dangles you before his face for a moment. He contemplates the way you twist and turn fruitlessly against his fingers, still caressing his middle with his free hand as he imagines what your struggles will feel like inside him.
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