Chapter 3 - The Phantom Heartbeat
The spasms in my lower back grew sharper by late afternoon. Labor was beginning.
"Marcus!" I cried out, my voice hoarse and raspy from dehydration as I gripped the cold wire bars. "Marcus, please! The baby is coming!"
The basement door clicked open, and Marcus walked down in his immaculate black dress shirt, carrying a syringe and a medical kit.
"Right on schedule," Marcus said calmly, crouching beside the cage with a chilling smile. "Dr. Vance is waiting at a private airstrip. Once the baby is out, Brett will take the infant to the clinic, and you will simply be reported as a tragic postpartum hemorrhage case in the woods."
"You're a monster," I gasped through the agony of a contraction. "Someone will find out. The police... my father's board..."
"Your father’s board voted yesterday to make me permanent CEO," Marcus laughed, unlocking the outer hasp of the cage. "No one is looking for you, Clara. You are already a ghost."
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Suddenly, the house above us shuddered. A loud bang reverberated through the ceiling pipes, followed by the sound of shouting from the front entryway.
Marcus froze, his hand hovering over the lock. "What the hell is Brett doing upstairs?"
