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She rises, banging on the door. “Why don't you askhim.”
Chapter 27
Past
It tooktwo years for Ma’am to trust me.
Two years for her to drop her guard and give me full access.
My time here has been worse than any nightmare. My body permanently altered forever, as well as my mind.
My only saving grace is Francis.
He manages the house for Ma’am. Some sort of debt he has to pay off. He told me once he didn’t have any family, no one was even looking for him. And damn, I felt those words in my soul.
He breaks the rules for me. Tending to my wounds and giving me small amounts of food when she uses starvation as a punishment.
Francis is so pure, I have no clue what he could have done to end up in Ma’am’s clutches.
But like everything pure, I taint it.
For weeks we’ve been adding rat poisoning little by little to Ma’am’s hot tea. She’s growing weaker to the point where she can barely get out of bed.
It’s all part of the plan.
To free myself and Francis.
Today is the fucking day.
A birthday present if you will.
I’m nineteen today.
And I’ve lost roughly two years under this bitch’s grasp of torture, and I refuse to loose another fucking day.
I walk into Ma’ams room. She looks so small and frail in her bed. Her skin is pale and lips are cracked. Like an old witch that can't feed on the pain of children anymore. All twenty-six of them. She has a grave for them not too far from the garden. The thing is a mockery, hidden by tall bushes of bright yellow and pink roses.
“Hello, pet.” She wheezes out, and I shudder at the name.
I fucking hate it, and it’s all I’ve heard the last two years.
“Ma’am.” I bow my head, setting her tea next to her bed, tucking the papers Franics acquired for me when he last went to Seattle.
“What is this?” She asks, peering at the papers.
I roll my shoulders back, standing taller and towering over her. “Those are papers to sign over everything you own to me.”
She pauses, looking up confused. “And why would I do that, pet?” She sneers.
“Because you’re dying and only I know what from. Sign them or I let you wither away into nothing.”
Her eyes widened. “You little bastard, you’ve been killing me.”
“And I will, if you don't sign those papers.”
She snatches the pen from my outstretched hand, glaring as she signs her name. “Now what?” She asks.
“You die.”
