She certainly thinks so.

Picking the belt up, Chime turned it over again and again in her hands, searching for some kind of recognition or remembrance but finding nothing. She doubted she could even wear it properly in her current state.

Setting the belt down she let her hands trail across her cum-slick skin to caress her swollen belly. She could feel the baby inside... could feel her baby as it settled and rested. What sort of mother was she if she could simply forget the existence of her child? A flood of maternal fears began to join those for her own safety. Should anything happen to her, the unborn baby would be harmed too. The next few moments were spent trying not to cry.

With the pain she felt and the weight she carried, she didn't trust her legs too well, but eventually, slowly, she dared to try standing up. She took a shaky step towards the edge of the rock and immediately regretted it. Though it could only have been about 3 feet, you may as well have placed a human on a high rise for how much taller than her it was. Her delicate wings were still stuck, and the thought of trying to climb, especially in her current state was too terrifying to consider.

The ogre in the room caught her attention once more. Who was he? Her captor? Her ****? Her owner? Her lover? Her husband? Was he her child's father? The cave was spartan, but she had been given a leaf to rest on and despite her pain, she seemed otherwise unharmed. Her frustration at her lack of memories mixed with her fear and pain and she found herself sitting down again, fighting back the urge to curl up and cry.

The warmth of the midday sun began to pour through the mouth of the cave, the warm light beginning to dry and crust the thick cum that coated her body. She felt disgusting. But it gave her a different sensation, and from her vantage point, and with the new light, she began to try and have a proper looking around the cave.

(1 Action, search area from top of rock.)

(Try not to cry.)