The Silence That Surrounds: Screams of the Damned

Narrator’s POV:

Sophia sat with her arms across her chest, head straight forward and lips pouted in a thin line as the truck rolled forward in silence.

Louis was on the other side of Sophia by the passenger door, his eyes going from one to the other.

“So, how bout the weather, yeah? It didn’t rain that’s positive, right? I mean, something went ace tonight.” Louis tried to clear the tension after a time of tense silence, the atmosphere only getting more strained as they rode along.

Harry’s eyes glanced to the side, quickly diverting back to the road.

“Be quiet, Louis.” Harry spoke simply, reverting the inside back into silence.

Louis looked at Sophia, his hand going to lay gently at her knee.

She glanced sideways, a small furrow of eyebrows visible in the shelter of the night that protected them.

“You did well for your first time, petal. If you can believe this or not; Harry and I botched up our first assignment together. I mean, aside from him kidnapping the clothes dummy from the store, we’ve had our fair share of failures.” Louis chuckled, making Harry let out a hiss.

“Louis? I swear to God, if you don’t put a sock in it; I will,” He threatened darkly, glancing across at Sophia. “As for you Ms. Stone, you were the very essence of an atrocity. There were so many mistakes I was witness to tonight, that had I been Damien – well, you would not be here breathing. Your offences, for example were: not following my commands, letting an eleven-year-old take a weapon from you, flirting with Louis after the rules were specifically mentioned that was prohibited and last but not least, letting the hostage get the upper hand.” Harry gestured, his fingers detaching from the wheel to motion upward.

Louis raised his hand.

“Technically, I just pulled her dress down – no touching on my part and to be fair, I did order her to kiss Jace. I figured we had a chance at knocking him off his game. Seems all that did was get your under drawers twisted in the biggest wedge this side of England and me, well, I think my eyes are going to resemble a raccoon’s in the morning and Liam might be spending the day chiropracticing my back out. That lad should have just got on my back and did the stomping tantrum, fucking hurts like hell, mate.” Louis rushed to say, watching Harry’s eyes contract to the perfect shadow of jaded green, matching the darkness that had already developed around them.

“Do we need to do another exercise, Lou? You know, where I remind you that you might be in charge next to me, but you are not yet in charge and therefore are not significant enough for your opinions to count? Because I will be all too happy to remind you where you stand in that retrospect if you would like,” Harry offered, glancing at where Louis’s hand was still placed, his face hardening a little more. “And you have three seconds to remove your hand from Ms. Stone’s knee before I hack it off.”

Louis removed his hand with a nod, offering Sophia a small smile in return.

Harry seemed satisfied after and continued to drive towards the cabin.

About ten minutes later, Sophia spoke up once more.

“I stayed for you, Harry. I stayed so that the others would live, but if you’re going to treat me and them like that, then I see no reason to prolong my suffering,” Sophia swallowed nervously, looking down. “I’m throwing in the fight, Steele will win, I will lose and you will be free of me – just as you have wanted all along.”

Harry said nothing and continued along. His face remained hard and expressionless, just like it normally was.

Without warning, Sophia’s face snapped to the side with brutal force, Harry’s backhand red from the action.

“I believe I have given you enough warnings to call me sir and as for throwing in the fight, you will wish for death by the time I get through with training you. In fact, you will beg for it; but life Ms. Stone, it isn’t always fair and you will get to witness that firsthand,” He looked towards her slightly, seeing that her hand was holding her cheek defensively from his unforgiving touch. “Do you or do you not understand that letting you go with Andros was your one ditch effort to escape? You should have gone with them, your useless and pathetic arse might have served them better, tonight simply proves that you are going to fail. You will always fail and that is the reason I let you go, because your death on my conscience wasn’t worth losing sleep over. Now it won’t. It won’t because as of right now, you mean nothing to me. I just hate losing to my father, that’s the only reason I am bothering to do any of this.” Harry finished with a careless shrug.

Sophia felt tears prick at her eyes.

“And if I don’t fight? If I don’t go along with your agenda, then what? You’ll kill me yourself?” Sophia spat bitterly.

Harry nodded.

“Mhmm. Of course, not before I bring Andros and Lily back and make you watch as I put a bullet through your friend’s brain and use the girl to keep you focused. With that in mind and knowing who I am, Ms. Stone, I suggest not testing to see if my words are true or not. You will fight, but your survival is up to you and you alone. I cannot force you to stay alive, but I can heighten the stakes and if you die; Andros, Aiden and Lily will meet the same fate. So if I were you, I would fight like life depended on it –because it does.” Harry smiled and turned back to driving, his eyes twinkling at the sparse light hitting in their face from the occasional passing street lamp.

Sophia’s eyes widened in fear, choking on a sob.

“You’re a monster, Harry. You would hurt an innocent child to force me to win your fight?” She gasped, her throat closing up tightly.

Another backhanded slap to her cheek quieted any other protests that she may have had.

Harry’s teeth were gritted in sheer agitation, his foot slamming on the brake.

Sophia’s body jerked forward, Louis’s arm going across to keep her from knocking her forehead into the dashboard.

“If you say my name again, Nightshade, I will break your jaw. As for Andros and Lily, you formed an attachment to them and attachments can and will be used to achieve what I need. That is why you don’t form them with others because then they can’t be used against you.” Harry explained calmly, shifting so he was facing the worn down girl.

Louis had discreetly placed his hand behind Sophia’s back, an unreadable expression on his own worn features.

“If you don’t care, what should it matter? If I am nothing to you, then why are you bothering? What do you truly have to lose if I don’t win?” Sophia asked, her voice strained.

Harry shrugged.

“My pride and no offense, I hold that to a higher standard than some weakling lass. You are nothing in this group and you will continue to be nothing – not unless you can prove to me otherwise and you can do that by toughening up and proving to me that you have what it takes to win and survive.” Harry said, grabbing Sophia’s casted hand, squeezing it in a death grip.

Sophia looked beside herself, lowering her head, the car a tense silence for several moments.

“For what it’s worth, sir, I’m sorry.” She swallowed, allowing her tears to fall freely down her cheeks.

“And what would you be sorry for, Ms. Stone?” Harry retorted back with a snort, throwing her wrist away and applying pressure to the gas pedal again.

“Failing you, sir. I’m sorry that I didn’t leave, but mostly, I’m sorry that you thought I was the weakest in this group. Maybe I am, I don’t know because I’ve not been allowed to prove myself; but you won’t get anywhere threatening my friends. If you have any heart on you at all, you will pull the trigger yourself and allow me to rest in peace,” Sophia swallowed nervously, her eyes set dead ahead. “I would rather die by your hand, be it cruel or merciful – at least it would be done with purpose…like it was supposed to be all along.”

Harry remained silent for several seconds, his eyes sliding over to Louis, his intently set on Sophia.

“Flower? The execution has come and gone. You are with us for a pur – “Harry interrupted Louis by making sure he had one good hand on the wheel before fisting the side of her black-reddish hair with his other, forcing her head forward, his lips by her ear, tickling against her flesh in a minty whisper.

“I have no more mercy to offer you, Nightshade. I have no more patience to give. From this moment on, you will not speak unless spoken to. You will answer with yes sir or no sir. Louis and the others will be addressed the same. Until such a day you have permission to again use our names. You will listen to any and all orders, if you do not obey, you will be punished how I see fit and kitten? If you remember what I told you last time about my punishments, you will know what happened to you during your captivity was mere child’s play to what will happen to you now, so do me a favor and shut the fuck up.”

With that he threw her head back and punched the steering wheel in anger, effectively silencing the truck.

Louis removed his hand from behind Sophia and turned away, his eyes searching out the other passenger side window – seeming to search for something in the night skies. If Sophia would have guessed, she would have thought he was looking for an answer.

*

The hours passed and they finally pulled up to the cabin, early morning well upon them.

“Ms. Stone? Wake the others, Louis and myself will get the hostages into their respective room. When your task is done, I expect you to come and join us. If Zayn is asleep, leave him be. All others will file into the guestroom and await further instructions.” Harry ordered, nodding his direction toward the cabin.

Sophia nodded and began to follow Harry’s instructions, stopping at the base of the steps when he spoke again.

“Ms. Stone? I gave you a direct order, give me an indication that you understand.” Harry requested, him and Louis heading to the back of the truck and throwing the cover of it onto the ground.

Sophia turned towards the men.

“I understand my instructions, sir. If the Master so wishes, what else would you request me to do? Lick your boots? Anything for you, sir.” She emphasized on the last sir in a way that made Louis hold back a smile. He knew she had some fight in her and it was obvious that Harry was trying to see exactly how many buttons he could press before she malfunctioned.

Harry marched up to her, his hand quick to grab her hair and force her to her knees.

“Since you seem so eager to please, feel free to suck me off while you’re down there, seeing as that’s been your most used position these past few weeks, hm? Don’t get cute, because I guarantee you won’t like the results.” Harry growled, using his foot to push her chest away from him and continue back to the truck.

Louis looked at Harry in disapproval, shaking his head and gently reaching in to drag Daylen out of the bed of the truck first, the smaller boy easily able to fit into his arms.

He looked down at the peaceful lad and let a small smile come across his face, remembering the smaller boy’s effort in trying to escape.

“I had Niall move Sophia’s old cot from my room into the guestroom, the beds are aligned so they can see each other, but far enough apart where Jace can’t mess with Daylen’s restraints. Daylen is in four point restraints, Jace will be in the ten point. The lad is too much of a risk and to let him up to use the loo, his arms are going to need to be locked behind him in a harness and his hands will need to be in the fingerless mittens. Both will be gagged at night, if problems arise from that; then they will remain gagged full time.” Harry explained, his eyes also glancing at the small child, his head cocking to the side, his fingers raising and pulling a few blonde strands of hair from the boy’s face.

“With all due respect, Harry, I don’t foresee the younger one here being much trouble. A lad his age will need to be let up more frequently to stretch his legs, perhaps a schedule tomorrow is in order? I would like to take him on as my responsibility if you have no objections.” Louis spoke up, both men eyeing the other.

Harry shrugged.

“It’s fine with me, though I thought you disliked children?” Harry’s eyebrows raised at the question, hearing movement inside the cabin.

“I’m not fond of tykes, but lads like him are manageable.” Louis shrugged and began to walk inside.

Harry nodded to himself, grabbing Jace’s feet and pulling him roughly from the bed of the truck, his body hitting the ground with a muffled thud.

“Make sure to gag him, Louis. They tend not to handle their first night here too well,” Harry reminded, glowering down at the older boy. “As for you, Mister Attwater, I have a feeling that your time with us will be better spent in the basement. You’re going to have to be broken and we have all month, so try your best.” He taunted.

The older lad was out like a light and unaware of what was going on, though a swift kick to his side delivered by Harry would see that he felt it in the morning.

*

Louis placed Daylen on Sophia’s old cot, adjusting him to a somewhat comfortable position and clicking the cuffs tightly against his wrists, while at the same time Niall was attaching the young hostage’s feet securely to the railing below.

“Make them tight, but not tight enough to leave marks.” Louis instructed Niall, connecting Daylen’s wrists to the upper part of the cot, testing their give.

Sophia watched them and the precision used to tie the boy down. It was calculated so precise, that it left Sophia more curious of the men in front of her.

“Flower? Come here, I’m going to show you how to tie a proper gag,” Louis waved her over, taking a step forward and gently taking her hand to guide her the rest of the way. “Don’t be afraid, luv. He’s asleep, he doesn’t feel any pain and we’ll be here when he wakes up so we can explain what’s going on. It’s going to be alright, yeah?” He assured her, taking out a bright blue bandana, the material thick – like it was taken from a heavy cottoned shirt.

Sophia nodded and watched Louis’s hands work to tie a knot in the middle of the strip of fabric, making sure to double the knot and pull the material taunt until it made a nice, two inch round ball.

“The reason we tie a knot in the middle and secure it over with another one is because the ball of it will distort any words or muffle any cries. It does this because the material is filling his mouth and trapping down his tongue while also keeping his jaw slightly ajar. Even if he opens wider to scream, the ball still distorts because it’s job is to settle into his mouth and absorb the sound.” Louis explained, taking Sophia’s good hand and letting her fingers pinch the knot.

Sophia felt sad for the boy, knowing he would feel scared upon awakening. She knew she was when first coming to in a strange room and surrounded by intimidating and dangerous men.

“Are you following?” Louis asked, smiling slightly to put her at ease.

Sophia nodded, watching Louis pull the sides of the gag out, taunting the fabric and moving the ball to Daylen’s lips, gently slipping it in so it settled to the back of his mouth.

“His mouth is small, but once I tie it to the back of his head, like so –“ He trailed off and used both his hands to slip between the back of his head.

Niall was there to help lift Daylen’s head up, the material pulling taunt across his face and lifting the ball in further to help create an effective seal so any sounds Daylen would make, would be effectively quieted.

“The trick is not to choke him, but to leave a finger wedge between the material and him. If you can slip a finger through, then he has no chance at choking. Gags done too tight will block airways and cause them to gag or throw up. Niall had trouble with that at the beginning, but he learned. You will to, just give it time.” Louis assured, tying the two ends securely and double knotting the fabric together.

Sophia slipped her finger in between where the fabric was meeting Daylen’s cheek, noticing it slipped in without any problems.

“See? Perfect.” He nodded at their work, looking up when footsteps could be heard down the hall.

Sophia backed away beside Liam, not wanting Harry to get on her case for being too close to Louis.

Niall saw Harry struggling with Jace and moved forward to help him, grabbing the older lad’s legs and lifting him up to even out his body weight.

“Finally.” Harry grunted, throwing the older boy on the bed, sweat dripping from his face from the exertion.

“Orders, sir?” Sophia asked, seeing Harry start to strap Jace’s wrist down.

“He’s in ten point restraints and I want a gag tied in and an additional one tied over. He will be dealt with tomorrow and a schedule will be made to accommodate the two siblings. Daylen will be let up to walk around and Jace will be let up for the bathroom, nothing else. When he is given a shower or taken to relieve himself, he will be wearing a harness. His hands need to be covered at all times when let up as he laid us all flat on the floor tonight.” Harry explained, moving on to tie down his chest.

“Laid you flat? How – “Liam began, but went quiet when he saw the strong glare in Harry’s eyes.

“He is a second degree black belt. He used Louis as a stepping stool and me as a punching bag, hence the bruises on my face. Any other questions, Mr. Payne?” Harry asked, making the doctor flinch and step back, the sickening sound of the straps being hooked into place, far past what that they needed to be to insure that he was securely held down. In fact, Sophia was betting that Jace’s body was going to be bruised come morning from Harry’s brutality.

“Mate? His circulation is going to be cut off. Those straps need loosened, least you want him losing limbs.” Louis warned, watching Harry pause and glare at his second in charge.

For a moment, it was as silent as the night outside, each one sizing the other up.

Finally, Harry dropped the strap he had been getting ready to hook into the buckle.

“Alright, Louis. If you think you know more then I, you and Ms. Stone can finish the task. I’m going to bed as we all need to be up in only a few hours anyhow.”

Harry went to leave, but Sophia stepped forward and touched his shoulder, effectively stopping him in his tracks.

“Sir? Where am I sleeping tonight? The beds I use are already in u – “She started, but didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence before Harry pushed her hand from him and stepped back so they were eye to eye.

“You may take your pick of the couch or he ground outside, if another member wishes to relinquish his bed to let you rest, then so be it. I however, will not be one of them. Excuse me.” Harry dismissed, sidestepping her to walk out the door.

“Goodnight, sir.” Sophia murmured in defeat, watching him nod once and leave, his hands placed behind him.

She turned toward the other three men, Niall and Liam each eyeing her with questioning looks.

“I believe I was effectively kicked from Harry’s room. Am I going to have to sleep on the couch or will one of you offer half a bed?” She asked them, walking over and began to help Louis continue on their task at tying down the older Attwater.

“I snore in my sleep, angel. Sorry.” Liam shrugged, turning to go back to his room.

Niall smiled.

“I swear in my sleep, but if you don’t mind that –“ He trailed off, making Louis roll his eyes.

“He’s also the hardest to wake up in the morning next to Zayn. Speaking of him, I think it’s better if you slept in my room for the time being until he’s calmed down, I don’t mind.” Louis finished with a shrug.

Sophia nodded with a smile and continued to help Louis finish up the task.

When Jace’s last leg was tied down, Sophia stood back up, frowning at the straps that lined the boy’s body.

Louis noticed and nodded at Niall.

“Take care of the rest, we’re going to try and catch up on some well needed sleep. Knowing Harry, our day is going to begin before the fucking rooster crows.”

Sophia noticed the slight agitation in his voice, his hand going to the small of her back and guiding her out of the room and down the hall.

“I’m going to grab a quick snack, I’m bloody hungry. You want anything?” Louis asks, guiding her into his room and towards the bed, helping her sit down.

“A water?” Sophia swallows, noticing how dry her throat is.

Louis nods, eyeing Sophia up and down, a small frown predominant on his lips as he walks out to get some food and water.

As she waited for him to get back, she pulled the covers from their made corners and put her feet under them, the coolness of the sheets feeling good on her skin.

“Heaven.” She sighed, her sore body relaxing into the bed.

In fact, she was out like a light before Louis even returned.

*

After Sophia and Louis’s Attempted Kidnapping:

Elliott slammed the door to his home as hard as he could, the rattling of glass meeting the silence.

Everything was unmoving and out of place. There was at least one guard around at all times and that in itself should have put the gang leader on high alert, but he was too livid to notice anything amiss at that current moment.

“Eli?!” His voice boomed, sharp clacks of footsteps pounding on the hardwood floor towards her room, double backing to the kitchen when her smooth, angelic tone responded to his call.

“In the kitchen, daddy!” Eli’s cheerful screech sounded, glasses clanking together, liquid pouring into glasses.

Elliott sighed and walked into the kitchen to see Eli with his favorite liquor bottle and a triple shot glass. He sighed in relief at the sight.

“You always know what I need, cupcake.” Elliott praised tiredly, waking to the table and plopping down exhaustedly in the hard chair.

Eli hummed, her arms wrapping around her father’s neck in a half hug.

“Did you find them, daddy? Did you bring my lil sis-sis back?” She pouted, her eyes lighting up with an excited emotion at the defeated look her father bore.

He sighed and grabbed his bottle of liquor, pouring the crystal liquid to the very top of the triple shot glass.

“I picked up their signal, but the ferry was already gone before I got there. We managed to ambush Tomlinson and Stone, but they both disappeared into the sea. My men lost track of them and Lily’s signal went out of range.” He explained, his hand gripping the glass with no real effort.

“We’ll find them, daddy. Until we do, drink your alcohol and let me take care of you.” Eli smiled, her hands going to his shoulders, rubbing them softly as to reassure him.

Elliott closed his eyes and leant in to his daughter’s touch, loving the affection his daughter was showing, which was a rarity now-a-days.

“Baby girl, you know that you have always been my favorite, right? You are the future to my empire. Everything I have built, depends on you to someday lead. There are times that I think that I should have perhaps let you be a kid, but I knew when I looked down at you from day one that you were born to lead. I showed you another life, one that will make you rich beyond your dreams, one that gives you a power that you will have never experienced and maybe, if you’re lucky, you will meet a man that makes you happy.” Elliott smiled, lifting the glass up to his lips and taking a sip from the full rim.

Elliott pouted, her body moving like a cat to sit on her father’s lap, leaning into him with a slight frown.

“What happens if the boy I like doesn’t like me back?” She pouted, using her manipulative skills to set the mood to downplay herself as the victim she liked to portray.

Elliott shrugged.

“If you can’t get him here by looks, power or money, you do what I did with your mum. You bring him here by force and eventually, he will see things your way.” Elliott smiled, kissing the back of his daughter’s head, his one arm slinking around her stomach.

Eli sighed and nodded, taking her father’s alcohol bottle and replenishing her father’s drink, even though only a sip has been taken off, a hint of regret in her tone.

“Daddy? You do love me, right? In your own way?” Eli asked, her head prompted down, her eyes almost in an emotion that couldn’t be read.

“I’ve always loved you, darling. I might want to stab you and gut your insides out ninety-nine percent of the time, but you are my daughter and I accept that you’re different, have always accepted that and couldn’t be more proud of your progress.” Elliott calmed her apprehension.

Elli smiled with pride.

“So I’ll be a good leader then?” She prompted, her eyes watching his drink glass intently.

Elliott paused, taking another sip and guiding her body from his lap, setting her gently in the chair beside him.

“Someday, kitten. Someday you will be a force that is not to be trifled with, just as I raised you. Lily is different. I never exposed her to this life, not like you. I wanted her to have a – “His throat felt clammy, making him cough before continuing. “Normal life.”

Eli nodded, standing up to grab a bottle of water from the fridge and returning to her father, handing it to him.

“I know, daddy, but what if I wanted to be a leader now? What if I feel that I’m ready? You said I would make a good one someday, why not today? What’s stopping me?” She asked, noticing how flushed her father’s normally pale skin was already appearing.

“You’re young, Eli. You’re still my baby girl and you have so much to learn, things I will teach you when you are a little older.” Elliott promised, taking the shot glass down in a single gulp, slamming It down for Eli to fill it back up again with a frown.

“But, what if you don’t have that sort of time left? What happens if you only had minutes to live? How would you teach me if you’re dead? Technically, you named me main successor in the event of an untimely death, right? What happens if something happens to you and you didn’t teach me? What then?” Eli asks with another pout, reaching to touch the red skin of her father, noticing his chest was beginning to heave in exertion, like air wasn’t getting into his lungs.

He gulped down the next shot, following it up with the bottle of water, choking on its contents when the blood vessels in his neck began to expand and close his airways.

His hand went to his chest, a panicked look settling in his eyes, realization coming to late.

Eli just smiled and ran her hand calmly over her father’s thinning hair, leaning in to kiss his cheek, the man collapsing onto the floor in an attempt to breathe again, but with arsenic, fifty times the legal dose concocted to kill a group of human beings, never mind just one – well, there is little hope after the initial ingestion to turn back and have any regrets.

She followed his body to the floor, a cruel smile on her face.

“You will never think I am good enough to be a leader. You claim you want what is best for me, but you’re holding me back. I don’t want to wait until I’m older. I want my party that is well owed to me and I want it now. I want the spotlight on me, I want it to shine so fucking bright that when I pass, people will drop to their bloody knees and beg me not to kill them,” She watched her father start to slowly black out and grabbed his neck so she would be the last thing he saw before passing out. “And being the merciful bitch that I am, I will grant them their pathetic lives for a small fee. I will allow them to live if they in turn give up something that means the world to them in turn and if they can offer nothing, then, they in turn will get nothing.”

Elliott was betrayed. He knew he had been betrayed the moment he started to cough, the way his throat constricted into a tightness that felt like concrete was being constricted around his neck and the calmness of his daughter’s face as she watched.

It almost hurt, but with everything starting to fade and the release of his bodily fluids barely a thought in his mind – though him shitting himself came with the territory of swallowing a large amount of arsenic, he knew it was his end and in a sense, he realized that when he raised his daughter, he taught her everything he knew. He taught her how to be ruthless and take what she wanted without remorse, he taught her to fight, but in his lessons, he forgot one very important thing; he had forgotten to teach her how to love.

With his last bout of strength, his hand reached up to Eli’s face, preening a loose hair behind her ear as a final act of what a loving father would do to his daughter. After all, he was regretful of his own actions, not at her – for a parent will teach their children and their children will learn from their parents. It’s something he had realized a little too late.

Eli frowned at the notion of her father’s last action, his body dropping unconscious to the ground below, no longer able to hold himself up and losing his battle to stay awake.

After a moment of silence, she noticed her father’s chest had stopped struggling to rise and felt for a pulse, but not finding one.

With a sigh of relief, she bent down and placed one final kiss to his forehead.

“Goodnight, daddy. Sleep well, I love you.” She smiled, before taking her knife from the back pocket of her jeans and used it to slit the throat of the only man she had ever truly known and tolerated.

The cooling blood of his dead body was already starting to clot and didn’t travel out as quickly, though it was still enough to bathe her hand in the coppery liquid and spill elegantly out onto the tiled floor, soaking into the dead man’s clothes and the pant legs of Eli’s designer jeans.

She made a face, backing away to the faucet, and turning on the water to wash away the blood she was now virtually covered in.

“Daddy? Don’t take this the wrong way, but you really need to learn to control your liquid.” She gave a disgusted groan and called for her new bodyguard smiling innocently as she could when he stepped in, stopping instantly in his tracks with a shocked expression.

“We had a little oops. Daddy couldn’t keep his liquid in, be a dear Sammy and clean this mess up, hm? Oh, daddy loved the lake in the backyard, will you see that he is one with nature? Preferably in a bag at the bottom of the water? Although, check to see if Walter is hungry first. Walter is our dog and he hasn’t been fed in weeks,” Eli nodded, turning to walk out, but stopping again as if she was reminded of something.

“Oh yeah, when William is done with jacking off to his porn will you send him to my room? I need him to help me locate my baby sister and her caretaker. Somehow, I am missing my little sis-sis and want to find her so she can come home. After all, I am in charge now and daddy wanted his baby home, who am I to go against his final wishes?” She finished with a cackle and walked out completely, leaving a confused Sammie in her path, who could only stare down at the bloodied corpse on the ground, not realizing that Eli would be leaving more of them in her wake as she went along.

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