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.

chubby

Irene sit up and handed her a

gritted her teeth,

before commenting, "You can't escape from this valley. Even if you die, they'll find

go!"

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.

Irene leaned over

let up in

room and the infection from the old man's abuse had left

the wounds,

local

won't heal without proper treatment. If we don't get he there

a cigarette, Walter grimaced. "We spent thousands on her, and now we have to spend more on a hospital

up, grabbed a broom, and swung it

passing out

haze, Irene felt herself

on her way to be buried in

bloodshot eyes, Kevin carried her out of the dark room without a word, wanting nothing more than to burn

Irene's battered face and knew they had no time to

Kevin muttered as he placed Irene on the helicopter. Onboard, he removed the dark bed sheet covering

from the beatings, and he could

Kevin. I'm here to rescue you.