Page 142 of Beast: Part Two

“It’s no hotter than the hell you crawled up from. Now I said, clean.”

Tears spill down my face as I reach back into the scalding hot water. I whimper as I wring out the rag. My hands burn from the heat and the bleach.

I drag the cloth over my body, the smell of the bleach burning my nose while also stinging my skin.

It takes me nearly twenty minutes to finish bathing in the awful water. And in all that time, the water never cooled off. When I’m done, I drop the rag back into the bleach solution.

His mother walks over to me, but I scurry away from her. I didn’t want to be near her. She tosses me a long nightgown.

“Put that on,” she demands. “In my house, you will dress respectfully.”

I pull the thin fabric over my head and down my body. The bottom of the nightgown touches my ankles.

“Alright,” I say once I’m done. “I’ve done what you asked. Can I please see my son? I just want to know he’s okay.”

She stares at me for a moment. She then pulls a box out of the front pocket of her overalls and tosses it at me. I catch it in my hands. My earlier fear returns when I see what it is.

“I’m not taking this.”

Is there a possibility I could be pregnant? Absolutely. Gabriel and I have been screwing like rabbits the last few weeks. However, I really didn’t want to find out right now.

“I wasn’t asking you. The Devil wants whatever spawns you push out your loose vagina. So you will take the test.”

“Please,” I try pleading again.

She swings her gun around and aims it at me. Sucking up my emotions, I go over to the bucket in the room. I take the pregnancy test out of the box, pull up the long ass night gown, and squat over the bucket as I piss.

Please, for once, let Gabriel’s sperm not work. After I finish, I stand up straight and lower my gown.

“What does it say?” she asks, never lowering the gun.

I close my eyes as I look down at the stick in my hand. I send up one more silent prayer that we didn’t actually get pregnant and then open my eyes.

Immediately disappointment flows through me as I look down at the two pink lines. Any other time this would be good news, but all I could think about was being locked in this basement with this psycho woman, one child kept away from me, and another in my belly.

Gabriel’s mother laughs. “No need to tell me, I already knew you were anyway. God already told me.”

I toss the pregnancy stick to the floor. She chuckles and backs out of the room.

“For your sake, whore, you better hope its a boy. I don’t much like girls.” She turns and walks back up the stairs.

I’m left alone in the basement. My skin is burning and raw from the hot bleach bath. All I want is to see my son and have Gabriel hold me. I wrap my arms around my middle section, protecting the baby inside.

“Please, Gabriel. I need you to find us soon,” I whisper into the empty room.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Flights

Maksim

“Ahhh!” the man tied to the chair screams.

“Chavis. Chavis,” I say, calling his name. “You do too much screaming and not enough answering.”

Chavis Alvarez is a longtime partner of Corbyn. He runs one of Corbyn’s most lucrative illegal businesses.

It’s been four days since Summer and Gabe were taken. While in the hospital that day, Lucien pulled up the video, trying to figure out how they got into the house without tripping the alarm. It seems Yohan cut the connection to the alarm system. We also watched the video of them taking Summer and Gabe. Seeing Victoria stick Gabe with that needle, and how Yohan kicked Summer in the head, had all of us boiling. We’ve been on a killing streak ever since. Anyone that has ever known or done business with Corbyn is in danger. We no longer care about enemies.

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