Page 83 of Hunted, Season Three

Loud, unhappy screams precede her seething into the open gap, “I will do worse to you than whatever you and your worthless duo did to my everything.”

Anxious to keep her rattled, I viciously coo, “Doubtful.”

Frustrated, furious roars are the last thing I hear prior to seeing Curtis forced to his knees.

Beverly violently slides the flap over to cover the small gap, curls her fingers around the bars, and holds my stare hostage with hers.Despite the fact her eyes aren’t moving elsewhere, her body is.It gradually angles itself from one side to the other as though working on removing something or rearranging.

Perhaps even repositioning it.

However, the instant her vision hoods, I knowexactlywhat’s happening.

What she’s attempting to do.

Lewd, dramatic moans begin filling my stable space while she slowly sways her head back and forth.

Back and forth.

Cracks her mouth wider and teases her tongue to her top lip and whimpers, “Brad…”

Punishment.

Pure and fucked up punishment.

I always thought the moments I witnessed like this when I would stumble around their manor in a drug infused haze trying to leave weren’t real.

That she wasn’t forcing her son to watch her with his father.

That she wasn’t scolding him between groaning his name.

His name.

Not her husband’s.

Neverher husband’s.

And the even more fucked up thing was this sick, twisted disciplining worked.

Oh!

How about one more item for that “fucked up” row?

Whenever I asked about what I swore I saw, what IknewI saw even in my mentally sluggish state, he would swear I was hallucinating from not enough sleep or too much caffeine.

He was a sick fuck because he was raised by one.

Andmy babywillneverendure what he did.

Even if death for us becomes the only option to guarantee that.

Chapter 18

Nolan

“See,”Demián haughtily chortles from the other side of the video chat,“you should’ve just become a doctor if you were gonna play one anyway.”

“Really?” Huffs Garcia from the kitchen chair he’s parked in.“You wanna start that shit now, Dad?”

“Focus,” I grouse at the same time I fold my arms across my chest.

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