Chapter 4
“They’re just complimenting you. Don’t be
“Ethan, I’m your wife,” I hissed through Medt
teeth.
He stood, pulling me aside–too rough, too impatient. []
“Relax, it’s a joke. You’re overreacting.”
I shoved his hand away. “I’m going upstairs.“]
Before I could move, he pressed a glass milk into my palm.
“Drink this first. For the baby.“[]
My body trembled involuntarily. “What’s in it?“[]
“Just milk, Lila. Since when do you not trust me?“]
His tone was sweet, but his eyes were flat, calculating.[]
I pushed it away. “No.”
His jaw clenched. “I’ve been patient all day. Drink. The. Milk.“[]
Lisa stepped in, all faux concern, handing me a cup of water instead.
“Don’t force her, Ethan. She’s tired.” 0
Her smile was venomous, hidden beneath a veneer of kindness.
I stared at the water, clarity piercing through the haze. []
“If I drink this, will you let me rest?”
The liquid went down smoothly, warm, harmless–until heat began crawling under my skin, my limbs turning to lead. [
I dropped the cup, gasping as my vision blurred.[]
“What did you-” My voice slurred, legs buckling. [
Zack caught me, his hands greedy on my waist, my thighs.
“Lisa’s idea,” he chuckled, breath hot on my neck. [
“Pictures weren’t enough? Now she’s giving you a real reason to stay quiet. Smart girl–now you’ll have their baby and a video of you begging for it.“[]
I tried to scream, but my throat was cotton.
Ethan and Lisa stood across the room, her arm looped through his, watching as Zack carried me upstairs. [
His last words before darkness claimed me were ice in my veins:[]
“Go easy on her, guys. That’s my kid in there.“]
“Relax, we’ve got this,” Zack snorted, hoisting me into his arms like I weighed nothing.
“Not a hair on your spawn’s head1l get touched.“[]
His boots thudded on the stairs as he carried me up, and I turned my head, locking eyes with Ethan–his face a cold mask, no flicker of recognition in those eyes rd once thought held love
Regret is coming for you.” I slurred, though the words felt thick on my tongue
Lisa smarked, swirling the wine in her glass–the same one she’d pressed into my hand hours earlier. []
That water wasn’t just an aphrodisiac, sweetie. I added a little narcotic too–erases the worst memories. When you wake up, you’ll still be Ethan’s perfect little lapdog none the wiser.”
Chapter 4
She raised her glass in a mock toast.
“Sleep tight.”
Then the darkness came–swift, suffocating.
In the void, something tore at me, nails and teeth and laughter, ripping me into pieces I’d never reassemble.
I woke naked on the floor, blood pooling hot beneath me, sticky and relentless.[]
“Help…” I dragged myself to the door, pounding with fists that felt like lead.[]
Laughter erupted on the other side.
“Cut the act, slut–your moans were deafening. Sleep it off–you’ll forget all about this by morning.” Zack’s voice, smug, amused.]
Ethan’s tone followed, cold and businesslike: “Now that’s done, let’s move to the next round.“]]
A door slammed, vibrating the walls–leaving me alone in the silence, bleeding into the cracks of a life I’d finally stopped pretending to want.]
I clawed my way downstairs, a trail of blood smearing behind me, each inch a victory.
By the time I grabbed my phone, my vision was fading, but I dialed the hospital through gritted
- h.
The next time I opened my eyes, it was to the sharp scent of antiseptic, the sterile hum of moors. //
A nurse hovered, sympathy in her gaze. “Ms.Lila…. the baby didn’t survive. How would you like to handle… the remains?”
I stared at the box she held, my voice steady as stone. “Call a courier. Please.“]
Ethan and the others stumbled in at dawn, reeking of alcohol and arrogance.
The door clicked open.
A horrifying bloodpath: greeted them, snaking from the stairs to the living room–crimson, unbroken, a message written in gore.]]
“Lila?!” Ethan shouted, bolting up the stairs.
The bedroom was a horror show: a sticky pool of blood where I’d lain, no sign of me–only the echo of what they’d done.]]
The doorbell rang then, sharp and merciless.
“Mr. Ethan? Fackage for you. Needs a signature.“[]
