Abigail’s Second Life

Screams echoed through the basement.

Zeke's fingers bled profusely. His whole body trembled as the stream of curses he spewed earlier vanished.

Kevin leaned against the car, staring at him coldly.

Saltwater splashed onto Zeke's wounds, making his face contort in agony. His fingers quivered violently until he couldn't take it any longer. In the end, he cried out, "Alright, alright! I'll talk!"

Irene lay weakly on the cold, hard bed, her neck chained to a stake in the ground.

Outside, rain pattered softly.

Wrapped in a thin blanket and suffering from blood loss, she teetered on the edge of death.

"This girl's got a fiery temper and nearly lost her life. Noah says we need to patch her up, or she'll die. We spent too much on her. She still needs to give birth to more sons for Walter's family. Otherwise, it's not much of an investment."

"What a waste of money! We even have to foot her medical bills..."

The voices of a man and a woman could be heard outside the door. Irene couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

Will I never find peace, not even in death?

"They say she's a university student from Capitalis, an artist with good genes. If she gives birth to a son who makes it to Capitalis, Walter's family will be known far and wide."

The man's voice was full of anticipation.

short, chubby woman walked

and handed her

her teeth, refusing to

this valley. Even if you die, they'll find a way to bring you back. Drink this medicine to stay

go!" Irene

forcing the medicine down her throat. "You're so naive, coming here from the big city, believing what anyone says. This is good stuff, made from the placenta of a healthy boy from the next village. Usually,

Irene leaned

hadn't let up

the infection from the old

trying to clean the wounds, her fever

the local

This infection won't heal without proper treatment. If we don't get he there soon,

thousands on her, and now we have to spend more

up, grabbed a broom,

quickly passing out from the

Irene felt herself

she was on her way to be buried in some

the dark room without a word, wanting nothing more than to burn the

saw Irene's battered face and knew they had no time to waste. "We need to get her to the

bride-buying. Clean it up!" Kevin muttered as he placed Irene on the helicopter. Onboard, he removed the

swollen and bruised from the beatings,

Kevin. I'm here to rescue you. You'll be alright,"