Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

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I couldn't shake the memory of what I'd seen in the basement. The bodies under those white sheets- completely exposed-had been coated with some strange substance.

The thought churned my stomach.

Even though he hadn't done that to them, the idea of lion manipulating lifeless forms was disturbing enough.

"Yael. I'm really tired today," I said, my voice trembling Maybe we can do this another time. 1-"

He stepped closer, cutting off my retreat with deliberate ease. "Chloe, there's nothing to worry about. I won't hurt you. I just need to see your body, Silas damaged your original one, and I've regretted it ever since. This new body-it's flawless. I want to study it properly." "Yael," I stammered, my mind racing, "It's cold. Undressing isn't a good idea right now."

"Chloe, he replied, his tone calm. This island stays warm all year. You won't get cold."

His hand moved toward my collar, fingers grazing the buttons of the shirt Carter had dressed me in earlier.

"Yacl, stop!" I cried, my heart pounding.

With a swift motion, he yanked at the fabric. Two buttons popped off, and my shoulder was left bare, the strap of my top slipping into view.

Horror washed over me as I realized what he could see The marks Carter had left on me-bruises, kisses -spoke volumes about the night we'd shared.

Yael's expression darkened. His voice grew icy.

"Chloe, your body is ruined."

Panic gripped me. "Yael, you know I'm married. It's normal for a husband and wife to-"My words faltered.

"Marks like these destroy the beauty," he interrupted, his tone detached, almost clinical.

His focus wasn't on me as a person. It was his relentless pursuit of perfection in his art. Yet, the tension in the room made it hard to breathe.

I scrambled to calm him. "They'll fade in a few days. We can continue once they're gone, okay?"

A small smile crept across his face, but it brought no comfort. "There's no need to wait. If something's dirty, you clean it

"Clean it?" I asked, dread creeping in. "How?"

Images flooded my mind-horrific scenes of being scrubbed raw with a stiff brush or held down in some cruel attempt at purity.

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assault so cruel that only existed in

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"Don't move, Chloe. can't promise what I might do if you fight. You're so beautiful, and I'm

every muscle in place. I didn't dare move, didn't even dare

from above me. "Chloe, you're so

I said

in the way he was obsessed with his art. His words might unsettle me,

found myself unable to smile or even cry. My body felt

Instead of sculptures, it was filled with

of

creating dangerous, illegal drugs

large bathtub. Panic

stopped me cold. "Chloe, if you run, I'll have to cut off your legs. That

stay calm, even as fear clawed at me. "The tub is dirty," I stammered, grasping for something-anything-to slow him down. "It needs cleaning." He tilted his head and gave me a look that felt

was some kind of pet. "You're fault. Stay here, and I'll clean it

to run. For all I knew cameras were hidden in every corner of this place. Running

murmured, my voice

scrubbing it with meticulous care. His dedication was unnerving. My anxiety rose

hadn't laid a hand on me inappropriately, the idea of being so

Whitney must have endured. A single day with Yael was suffocating enough. She had survived years under Taylor's rule. How had she managed

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filled it with warm water. Then he stood and motioned for me to get in. "It's

clothes I climbed into the water fully dressed. It wasn't ideal, but

the ordeal was over. That he'd simply wanted me

more wrong.

the kind of thing no legitimate pharmacy would carry. "What's in that?"

as though it were precious.

wash myself, I said quickly. There's

me. "Don't worry, Chloe. I'll make sure you're perfectly clean. Not a single blemish will

poured the liquid into the water. As

completely, disappearing without a trace. I

quickened. "What...

could finish, a sharp, scaring

"Ah!"

gone.

clothed, every part of my skin that touched the water felt like a thousand needles

was unbearable-like something