Chapter 4 - A Kick at the Door
Heavy, rapid footsteps echoed down the basement hallway.
"Marcus! Get up here!" Brett’s frantic voice shouted from the top of the stairs. "There’s a private security team at the gate! They have a court-ordered preservation injunction for the house!"
Marcus cursed, slamming the cage door shut and throwing the padlock back into place. "Shut your mouth, Clara! Make a sound and I will end this right now!"
He drew a concealed firearm from his waistband and sprinted up the stairs, followed closely by Beatrice, who clutched her emerald dress in terror.
Inside the cage, another contraction ripped through my body. I fell to my knees on the thin mattress, screaming at the top of my lungs, using every ounce of air left in my lungs:
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"HELP ME! DOWN HERE! IN THE BASEMENT!"
Upstairs, a thunderous crash shook the house. The heavy wooden reinforced door at the top of the cellar stairs splintered open, flying off its hinges with a deafening crack.
