Chapter 1
“Look at her, she's a pathetic little wench.”
The sounds of clinking chains and taunting laughter could be heard in the underground cell.
“Do you want some water?” Octavia said, holding out a bottle of unknown liquid to a wrinkly smelly person in the corner. The person sat helpless, unable to move to collect the liquid.
“Come on. I know you can move even just a bit. Come and take the water or are you not that thirsty?”
Alice tried her best to move from her curled up position. She was half conscious, all pulpy and bruised up and she was being held captive in an underground dirty cell.
Her stepsister was the sweetest person she had ever known or so she thought. She was the one who put her in such a miserable position.
They wanted to see her suffer. They didn't kill her but broke her piece by piece each day.
“Please… Please just let me go. Anything you want from me. Take it. Just let me go.” Alice said, her skin black and bruised. Tears pooling in her eyes.
Octavia moved away from her rolling her eyes, standing farther away. “I guess you're not thirsty.” She threw the liquid to the far end of the cell, the contents seeping into the soil. She moved back, watching Alice with amusement.
Alice hurriedly crawled towards the bottle, trying to drink all she could.
“Look at you, The eldest Will daughter. Drinking sewage and chewing up sand. I don't think Father would be happy with this development.” She said with an ear splitting grin.
“She’s so disgusting.” Grant said, his face twisting into disgust.
“What did I do to deserve this? I-i’m sorry. What do you want? Do you want money? You can take all that I have. You can have-” Alice said, her voice cracking.
“All that you have? You don't have anything in your possession. They all belong to me now. Remember the document you signed for Grant. The one he told you was your marriage certificate and stupidly believed.” Octavia said, bursting into laughter.
Alice’s face twisted in confusion as a look of understanding crossed her face. She tried to get up , crawling closer to Octavia.
“Babe, I'm so scared.” Octavia said moving closer to Grant, burrowing her face in his chest.
“You dare to hurt my woman.” He moved closer to her, kicking her in the gut multiple times with force.
“You said you loved me, Grant. You said you loved me and you loved only me. You deceived me and you started dating my sister. How could you?” She said with tears in her eyes.
“I married your sister and we're expecting.” He said looking at Octavia lovingly, rubbing her flat stomach.
“You took everything I owned, you betrayed me. You made my life a living hell and you're married to my sister and you're having a baby.”
“That's pretty much it.”
“You wouldn't believe how your dear Travis is searching for you.He looks so haggard. It's so pathetic.” Octavia said with a laugh.
“That disabled imbecile. He's half of a man and you're nothing. You two really deserve each other.”
“He's been searching everywhere. He's even threatened me wondering if I have anything to do with your disappearance but I sure as hell won't tell him that.” Octavia said.
“Goodbye sister. It was delightful having you here for a while but sadly your time is up.”
Octavia reached into her bag, bringing out a pistol.
Alice's face is covered with fear. “P-please don't kill me.”
“It's a bit too late for that, don't you think.”
Two loud gunshots sound and a very shrill scream. Alice's blood is pooling on the floor.
“Please, don't leave me here. Please save me. I'm sorry.” Alice cried with tears and snot coming out from her nose.
She looked so different from the usually pretty girl.
“You're even uglier than I remember, you dirty thing.” Grant laughed in her face, looking at her with such spite.
Alice groaned in pain looking at them with tears stained eyes.
“Let's go. I made reservations for dinner at Venita's. I have a very special surprise for you, my love.” Grant nuzzled Octavia’s neck as they both laughed in her face, glowing in happiness.
“You.” Octavia said, turning to her with sharp eyes. “Don't even bother escaping because it won't happen. This place is fully loaded with bombs which would explode in an hour. Crumpling you and your useless body to nothing but debris.”
“Please don't leave me here.” Alice groaned with pain, her injuries only worsening as she moved.
“Good bye dear sister.” She said with a sneer. “I hope I won't see you in my next life.” Octavia walked out leaving Alice in the dark underground cell.
The faint beeping of the bombs could be heard. Alice screamed out for anyone to hear her but that was the most impossible thing that could happen.
“Somebody please!” She shouted to an empty cell.
“Alice!” A deep masculine voice laced with worry sounded.
Alice wasn't sure whether she was hearing properly or death had her hallucinating.
“Travis?” She said faintly, opening her eyes.
“Alice, I'm here. I'm here to save you,baby.” He knelt down close to her, breathing heavily trying to get the chains off her.
“You’re not with your wheelchair-” Alice looked up at him. His hair was longer and greased and his stubble had grown longer unlike how he used to keep it. His eyes were sunken and he had heavy eye bags.
“I'm here to save you.”
The beeping sounds reminded Alice of the bombs.
“No, Travis. You have to leave now. This place is going to blow up and we're going to die. Leave me. Save yourself.” Alice was scared, looking at the walls and at Travis.
“No.”
“Travis, you have to go now. You're going to die. Leave me.”
“I would never leave you, Alice.”
“Travis-” A loud bang sounded through the cell. The explosion had begun.
Alice’s ears whistled as Travis shielded her with his body.
“Travis, please wake up.”
“Travis, look at me.”
“This can't be happening. Open your eyes,Travis.”
The last bang sounded. Everything had gone to pieces.
It was all over.
Alice is in excruciating pain.” “Just one more chance, Just one more…” Her breath seizes.
"Don't you dare hit my wife," Travis said, his voice low and sharp as a blade. "Or you'll find yourself behind bars with the rest of them. I won't hesitate." Alice's father froze mid-motion, his hand trembling in the air. The fury in Travis's eyes wasn't just anger—it was a warning. "You would have me arrested?" he asked, as if the idea was inconceivable. "In a heartbeat," Travis replied, stepping forward until they were nearly nose to nose. "You think I care who you are? No man lays a hand on Alice. Not in my presence. Not ever." The tension in the room became thick, suffocating. Alice stood behind her husband, her breath caught in her throat, her mind spinning. The image of her father about to strike her—it had nearly happened. Again. And this time, someone had stopped him. Her father looked between them, something ugly passing through his eyes. "You've changed," he said bitterly. "You've become insolent. D
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The warehouse was a place where the world went to forget.It sat at the edge of a dead road, choked by weeds and strangled ivy, hemmed in by chain-link fences that had long since given up on keepin g anyone out. Its roof sagged, heavy with rust and time, and the broken sign above the main loading door bore only three legible letters: "C—O—R".Inside, time had slowed to a crawl.Pillars of dust swayed gently through the sun-shafts leaking in from above—sunlight fractured through shattered panes of glass in the ceiling, casting a kaleidoscope of dull gold and rust-red onto the cracked concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of old grease, cardboard rot, and forgotten sweat. Somewhere high in the iron skeleton of the ceiling, pigeons cooed and shuffled, unsettled.Stacks of crates formed uneven walls throughout the massive space. Some were burst open, their contents half-spilled—tangled wires, rusted gears, frayed documents. Old tarps flappe
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