Chapter 6

Trevor released Rebecca. A hint of delight crept into his voice, though he didn't even realize it. "Are you sure?"

Caleb nodded.

Trevor looked around the room. "Tear this place apart if you have to. You must find her!"

"Yes, sir!"

Trevor's men began a thorough search of the area.

Trevor glanced around before his gaze finally settled on Eileen, who huddled in a corner, unlike the others who had rushed forward the moment they saw the food.

"You. Come here," he ordered.

Through a tangle of matted hair, Eileen caught Trevor looking right at her. She instinctively flinched, looking away.

Before she could react, a bodyguard yanked her forward and slammed her down right in front of him.

Eileen kept her head pinned down, desperate to hide how broken she looked.

Trevor crouched in front of her, but her hair still hid most of her face. "Look at me."

Eileen's heart hammered against her ribs.

But the next second, Rebecca suddenly stumbled backward a few steps. "No… Please, don't hurt me!"

"What's wrong?" Trevor snapped up and caught Rebecca in his arms.

Seeing the sheer terror plastered across Rebecca's face, Caleb quickly stepped in. "Mr. Durham, when Ms. Durham was a patient here, some of the other patients often picked on her. Seeing this woman probably brought back some bad memories."

Rebecca pointed a shaky finger at Eileen. "It was her… She's the one who hurt me."

Trevor's eyes narrowed into slits. He locked his hand around Eileen's throat and spat through clenched teeth, "You bitch!"

Eileen tried to choke out a reply, but the crush on her windpipe cut off her air completely.

Black spots danced in her eyes, and just as she was on the verge of passing out, Trevor finally let go.

Just when Eileen thought the nightmare was over, she heard his merciless voice. "Tie this crazy bitch up. Make sure she suffers everything Rebecca went through in the asylum."

Her face hidden behind dirty, clumped hair, Eileen was bound tight, head to toe.

Trevor kicked a bowl filled with slop and dirt in front of her. "Eat it."

No matter how hard Eileen fought back, they jammed the filthy oatmeal down her throat anyway.

Before she could even gag it up, Trevor motioned for a stun baton.

They dragged it across her skin, burning angry black streaks onto every inch of her body.

She was barely breathing.

Yet Trevor just stood over her, impassive, and summoned a doctor. "Patch her up. Then do it again."

Eileen hovered on the edge of death, but the torture had barely begun.

Trevor produced a thick needle and leveled it right at the charred flesh of Eileen's forearm. "They say one hit of this stuff makes you beg for death."

Eileen shook her head in sheer agony.

"No! Please, no!" she screamed inside her head.

Without a second's hesitation, Trevor slammed the needle straight into her arm.

Veins bulged across Eileen's body as an unbearable surge of agony tore through her.

She hit the floor, her body violently convulsing as white foam spilled from her lips.

Trevor just stood there in cold silence, taking in the show as she thrashed for life.

In the end, Eileen went still, blacking out completely.

Through the haze of slipping consciousness, she caught the doctor's voice. "Mr. Durham, this woman is pregnant. If we keep going, she won't make it."

The shock jolted her fading mind back to reality.

She was pregnant. She was actually pregnant!

But Trevor's answer crushed her instantly, like a bucket of ice water to the chest. "Get rid of the baby. I'll take responsibility if she dies."