by Ally Vance
Standing in shock listening to me as I explain her situation, she can leave free and clear if she makes it to the road, then I give her her fifteen-minute head start.
Finally looking at the woman looking at me on the porch with her mouth hanging open, she said, “Don’t you get enough sex from me?”
“Sex?”
She looked confused. “Why are you chasing her when you have me now?”
Ah. She is jealous. Interesting. “I have no intention of fucking her. She is my prey. This will be our supply of meat for the next couple of weeks.”
Marseille blanched at my words. “You are joking.”
“No.” I replied. Walking towards the path where Stephanie headed, I could hear Marseille gagging.
Marseille
Oh, dear lord. Please tell me we haven’t been eating human flesh. But in my heart, I already knew it was true. It made sense. A lot of the stuff he had said pointed to this.
How had I missed this? He was going to eat me if I hadn’t given in and said I would stay.
The creaking door alerted me to his arrival back. He was alone. Maybe she got away. That made me hopeful.
“Did she make it to the road?”
He laughed. “No one makes it to the road. It isn’t possible.”
I sat there stunned. I don’t know why that surprised me. Of course, he would have a contingency plan.
“I won’t eat anymore meat.”
He looked at me calmly, walked over, jerked my face up, “You will eat every damn bite I give you or I will shove it down your throat while you live in the box. Understand?”
He looked so evil, so scary, all I could do was nod.
Havoc
She really pissed me off sometimes. I provided for her and she thought she was too good to eat it?
She would nourish my child, and she would eat everything on her plate. I don’t want to hurt her, but if she keeps pushing me, I won’t hesitate to remind her who was in control.
I could hear her retching in the bathroom. Seriously, this shit is getting old. She had thrown up seven times. This was ridiculous. She wasn’t vomiting when she was inhaling all of her food.
Storming into the bathroom, I glared at her tear-stained face. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
She looked weak. Her lips were white, and she was shaking. “I haven’t started my period. I’m never late.”
I was getting agitated. “So? Because you haven’t gotten your period it is making you barf everywhere?”
She looked at me like I grew a third head. “No. I’m saying, I think I’m pregnant.” She turned her head around and started dry heaving.
I was in shock. That quick? Holy shit. That was exhilarating. I couldn’t stop smiling. Until I saw her glare.
She said, “I’m glad you are so excited at my misery. Before you get giddy, you may want to buy a pregnancy test. Also, some ginger tabs would be nice and tea bags.”
I was already headed out the door. This was the best news I had ever heard.
Chapter Nine
Havoc
I think I broke every speed record on the way to grab what she needed. Not because I was worried about her symptoms, because really, anything she had to go through for my spawn, she should feel privileged. But I was concerned about the stress on the fetus.
I walked into the pharmacy and asked the female pharmacist what all I could get her for nausea. I had multiple bags when I walked back into the cabin. She was lying down with a wash cloth on her face.
She pulled it off of her face and sat up. I handed her the two tests. “The pharmacists said to buy two. She said to take one now, if it came back negative then take the second one in the morning, sometimes that is the strongest one.”
She nodded, getting up weakly.
Marseille
I already knew. I was never late a day in my life. Unless it was the stress, but I wasn’t that ignorant to think that was the cause.
Peeing on the stick, I sat on the toilet, not moving after putting the stick on the sink. He was waiting in the hall giving me a pensive look.
He owned me now. I couldn’t leave if I was pregnant. How would I raise a child on my own?
“Double lines mean positive?” he asked.
I nodded yes. He walked away whistling, I didn’t even need to look at it.
I got up, made some weak tea, then laid down and cried myself to sleep.
Havoc
She needed to be happy that she was with my child. I didn’t want to punish her, but I would.
I knew it was going to be a son, I could feel it. Which pleased me to no end. He could carry on the family name.
I heard her in the kitchen so I walked in behind her, turned her around so she was facing me, and kissed her on the forehead.
She stayed very still. It surprised me as much as it did her. I’m not sure what had gotten into me.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
I nodded. “I think you should sleep in my room. My bed is more comfortable. As the baby grows, you will need more room.”
“Do you mean as I get fatter?” She teased.
Chuckling, I threw my hands up in surrender. It was nice to see her smile.
“Can I ask you something?” she said quietly.
I nodded, waiting.
“Do we always have to kill people and eat them?” Her face turned a shade of green as she asked the question.
I hesitated. “It is how I was raised. I am a hunter; they are my prey.” I shrugged at her.
She looked so indecisive, finally she just said what she wanted to. “Please don’t make me eat human meat. I will do anything else you want without argument, just please don’t make me eat it.”
I thought about it. It was how I grew up. I honestly didn’t care what she ate, as long as she didn’t kill my child.
“Fine, but you have to help me process the meat.”
“Thank you so much,” she squealed, “anything you want – wait – did you say process?”
I smiled.
“You mean?”
I nodded again. For a minute I thought she was going to pass out. But she stood her ground.
Marseille
He wasn’t joking. He took me right away to his shed. Turns out it was refrigerated. Giving me different pieces of meat to put through a grinder, I kept telling myself it was beef. Honestly, as gross as it was, it really did look like beef.
This was our routine through the next seven months. We worked side by side in the cabin and in the shed.
Every night he fucked me from behind, but always made sure I had an orgasm.
At the end of my seventh month, I refused to get out of bed. That earned me for the second time in my life, a night in the dog house.
I was so large and miserable, I didn’t care. Something was wrong, but I didn’t dare tell him that. He would blame me. I knew he cared about this child, but when it came to me, he didn’t care if I lived or died.
Havoc
She was acting strange. She was so beautiful with her swollen belly. I was so pissed when she refused to move, that putting her in the box was kinder than knocking her on her ass.
I needed to get her out of it. I didn’t want her to squish the poor kid’s head. She looked really weary.
I had to lift her out, she had no strength. As I lifted her up, fluid splashed all over me. Quirking my eyebrow up at her, she burst into tears.
“Havoc it’s too soon.”
Fuck. Her water broke. I thought she pissed on me. “What do I do?”
“Lay me on my mattress.” She panted.
I laid her down. Ran in the bathroom to grab her some washcloths to put on her face.
She screamed in pain as a contraction ripped through her. Blood hemorrhaged out of her. “Havoc!” She screamed.
I spread her legs apart to see a tuft of hair coming out of her vagina. We had watched videos on home delivery so we were prepared. Using my fingers, I instructed her to let me know when the next contraction w
as so she could push.
She gasped really loud, so I instructed her to push as I used my fingers to stretch the skin around his head.
She was crying, took another deep breath, then started bearing down again. I was able to pull him out and wedge his shoulders out. “One more big push.” I instructed.
She grunted, pushing hard. He came out with a large squawk after I wiped his little mouth out.
I clamped the cord, then cut it. Swaddling him up, I was enamored at my little man. How on earth could anyone be so perfect.
Marseille
Something was wrong. The pain was worse than before.
I mentioned the pain to him when he tried to put the infant on my chest.
“Marseille stop fucking playing and feed my son. There is nothing wrong with you. You had a baby. Like a million other women in this country.”
He was disgusted but I was getting weaker by the moment. The pain was excruciating. I explained there was something else still inside of me.
As my vision started to fade, the last thing I saw was the look of disappointment on his face.
Chapter Ten
Havoc
Marseille’s skin was turning grey. The infant was screaming. I needed to do something. Either call for help, or kill them both. Oddly, the thought of killing her, pained me.
Picking up the satellite phone, I dialed one of the three phone numbers that was programmed in it.
Chase answered on the second ring. “Well if it isn’t the disappearing prodigal son,” he razzed.
He and his brother, Perch, were raised with me as cousins. Their father and my father were in the same military unit.
“I need your help,” I started. Then I explained the whole situation, from the birth, which seemed seemingly healthy, to the rest of the day when she went downhill.
Chase started laughing. I pulled the phone away from my ear. Was he really fucking finding this funny? Did he want me to skin him alive? Squeezing the phone so tight, I heard a crack, I made myself calm down.
None of that was helping Marseille.
“Look, I don’t have time for your bullshit. Will you come help her or not?” I was getting worried he may not.
He had a medical degree which was supposed to take care of us if we were injured. Perch went to law school, in case we needed legal help and to find out research on our prey, and I, well I followed in our father’s footsteps and learned how to track, chase, and kill by the good ole US of A.
“I'm already on my way,” he grunted, “but you need to know that this is what happens when you play with your food. Sometimes, it dies.” A loud click reverberated in my ear.
I threw my phone so hard against the wall, it shattered into small pieces. I never asked for help. Ever. Both of them had come to me in the past. I had cleaned up messes for them, without complaint, and he wanted to give me hell?
The gravel in the driveway let me know he was coming. Placing the infant on her breast so it could feed, I let him in. He looked at me, his lips thin when he saw her shackled at the ankle, and the leeway she had to roam the house.
He was smart enough to not say a word until he examined her. I waited outside, knowing I would not be able to control whatever this thing was inside of me if she died.
The screen door banged as he walked out.
“Congratulations, you’re a father.” He said drily.
Swinging my head around, I glared at him, “No shit. I knew that before you came. Did you save her?”
“There was another baby inside of her. You have twins, Havoc. He is a puny little thing, but I’m guessing if your blood is coursing through him, he will be ok.” He shrugged.
I was dumbstruck. I never imagined twins. Wait, he still didn’t mention her.
“Marseille?”
He scrutinized me. His eyebrow arching up, looking me up and down, then he walked all around me, looking at my body, checking me out visually.
“Alright asshole, is she going to live or not?” I was getting pissed.
“Yes, if that’s what you want. I’m just trying to figure out where the real Havoc went. The one I grew up with. The hardcore man who didn’t give a shit about anyone but himself.”
“Fuck you.” I was just relieved she was going to be alright. I walked towards the door.
“No thanks, it looks like you have the fucking department covered,” he said shaking his head, not so much in disgust but almost in disappointment, like I had let him down.
I walked in to see Marseille with more color in her face, exhausted, with a baby on each breast. I would never tell her, or admit it to anyone else, but it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I heard my name, as soon I turned around, Chase was throwing me a new sat phone. “We are even now,” he said tersely, “and don’t forget fucking protocol again.” Slamming my door was his dramatic exit to let me know he was pissed and I would eventually pay for it.
“Protocol?” Marseille asked softly.
“Don’t worry about it. Just feed my sons.” I warned.
“Can we at least name them?” She cast her eyes down, holding them gently.
“I already consented to Edgar, after your favorite author.” I needed to get out of the room. It was getting suffocating.
She started to say something, but the look on my face stopped her. I sighed. “Chaos. Call him Chaos. After all, that was what he caused coming into this world.” I saw the small smile play at her lips as I walked out of the cabin.
Marseille
Looking down at my two little men lying in each arm, I was struck with such wonder. Chaos was sucking with such vigor in my breast, I couldn’t stop the small chuckle that erupted from me. No matter how much he was traumatized during birth, he seemed to be a little fighter. Just like his daddy. That thought immediately made me wince.
For the love of all that is holy, please let my boys grow up with a soul. I realized that I was wrong, it was more important than ever to break free from Havoc. I could subject them to the horror of this life.
Havoc
I needed to let some steam out or I was going to explode. My life was slowly turning into something I couldn’t control.
Twins? Two sons? This was a blessing and a curse. I needed her help now. Wanting her was one thing – needing her was entirely another.
Walking back inside, I saw the fierce look of a momma bear. No matter how much I felt for her, my sons and their upbringing would always come first.
Epilogue
Havoc
The twins just celebrated their ten-year-old birthday. They are more active than I would’ve guessed.
I will be taking them on their first hunt. I never expected them to pick Marseille as their prey, but I can’t say I blame them. She shows them no respect or love anymore.
It is like she is offended that they have free run and she is chained up. She knew her situation when she came, she had a choice. She chose to stay.
When I unlocked her shackles and she stood at the door, I saw a glimmer of the woman I first brought here.
“Run!” The two boys said in unison.
She had a defeated look on her face, knowing this was our end, as she took off out into the woods. I wanted to tell her to come back.
Before I could stop them, the kill shot had been made.
The End
Or Wait – No, it’s Not
This Was the Beginning
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Chapter One
Riley
I finally did it! I smiled at myself in the mirror as I tied my navy tie that had thin maize stripes moving in a diagonal pattern along the silk. I took a step back from my small bathroom vanity and tucked in my freshly pressed white dress shirt. It took the majority of my latest paycheck to buy the French cuff shirt for this special occasion, but well worth it.
On my chipped tiled bathroom counter lay the cheap silver-plated cufflinks that the shirt came with, but I had something much nicer for today. Reaching for the black velvet pouch that I had set on the corner of the counter this morning, I emptied the contents into my hand. Two gold “M” cufflinks sprinkled into my palm. Proudly, I marveled at the gold letters that symbolized the great University of Michigan. A broad smile spread across my face as I put them on. I had been saving these for years.
From the edge of the mirror, I pulled off an old photograph and stared at him. It was clear to see the gold “M” cufflinks at his wrists as the sunlight shimmered off of them. I had mirrored his outfit almost exactly. Sure, the brands were different, but the white French cuff dress shirt, the navy dress pants, and saddle-colored shoes were the same. I had studied this picture over and over since I was a boy. This was what I had based the last six years of my life on. In the picture, he pretentiously held the blue diploma holder with the maize letter “M” emblazoned on it. In the background was a huge elm tree with the campus in the distance behind it. I remember waiting beside my mom while his aunt and uncle took several pictures of him.