The Queen They Buried

Outside the door, the TV was blasting at full volume. With just a single door between them, it felt like two completely different worlds.

After seeing Samuel enter Josephine’s house, Aubree and Bowen followed him inside.

As they drew closer, the TV’s volume was suspiciously loud. Even with the blaring noise, they could just barely make out the shrill screams of a woman from inside. If they hadn’t been listening carefully, they might have thought it was just their imagination.

Aubree and Bowen exchanged a glance, and in unison, stepped closer to the front door.

Bowen gave the door a push, but the front door was deadbolted from the inside. Unless someone opened it from within, the only way in would be to break it down by force.

“Stay here. I’ll get in through the back door,” Bowen told her.

Aubree looked up at the windows and noticed they were built unusually high up. Most people wouldn’t be able to get in without using some equipment.

Bowen picked a good spot to get some leverage, took a running start, pushed off the wall with both feet, and hoisted himself up with his arms. The whole move was smooth and effortless.

Inside the house, the village chief’s son had lost it. He had Josephine pinned to the floor, beating and kicking her. While he was the village chief’s son, he was not the only one. Samuel had two older brothers who were more impressive than him. People described him as being “honest,” but that was just because he had nothing else going for him. All he could do was put on a fake act of being the good guy.

finally got to feel the twisted pride

yelled, “You bitch! You whore! I’ve given you so many

woman. Stop flaunting yourself around

ass out like you wanted me to notice. And

knew her boy was out there. She was desperately hoping he’d notice her and run

moment there was even a hint

TV was too loud, and her son

then that Josephine thought hopelessly in realization, ‘Samuel must’ve

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watching TV in the living

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