Page 3 of Relentless Queen
“Please no. Please leave her alone,” she says. “Lux! Hide!” she screams.
The man slaps my mom across the face.
“Shut up, bitch, or I’ll slide my dick in your ass as she watches,” he says, pressing the knife deeper into her throat. I see a sliver of crimson on her neck. Please, please, please, don’t hurt her. Tears stream down my face as I watch through the cameras.
They stop outside my bedroom door, and I can see him trying to turn the handle.
"Oh, she must be awake. She locked the door.” He says this as he lifts his foot and kicks in the door. “That won’t keep us out.” They walk in, and look around my room, searching for where I am “Where is she?” he asks, turning to look at my mom.
She says nothing, causing him to smack her again. “Where is she?” he growls in her face, spittle flying from his lips.
She still says nothing. “You don’t want to talk now, I see. Well, get on your knees, bitch.”
My mom just stands there. He smacks her again. “I said. ON. YOUR. FUCKING. KNEES!”
Seeing the blood on her face made tears fall from my eyes. They can’t hear or see me. Mom made sure my safe room was soundproof.
She gazes at the camera, which is known only to us. “I love you, Lux. Close your eyes.”
The guys look around, confused.
“So she is in here. Come out, come out wherever you are,” he says with a sinister smile on his face.
I don’t move my eyes from the screen. I need to know that she’ll be okay.
“If you don’t come out, you will watch the life drain from her eyes,” he says.
I still haven't come out. I was always told that no matter what happened, I should keep myself safe—following the instructions of my mother. I hid, pushed the silent alarm, and waited.
Speaking of the alarm, where the fuck is the help?
I dialed 911.
“Hello, 911. How can I help you?”
“Yes, my family is being attacked.”
“Can you tell me your address?”
“Yes, it’s 746 Stanley Lane.” What the fuck! The line went dead!
“Hello? Hello?” I pull my phone away and look down at it. No signal. How is that even possible?
"Well, she won’t be able to call for any help. I jammed the signal." It comes from another masked man walking into my room, covered in blood.
“You finished already?” says the one I’m now assuming is the boss.
“Not at all. I came to see how things were going here. The fucker passed out after the fourth time I rammed my cock in his ass,” the tall man says with a chuckle.
What the fuck! Did he rape my dad?
"Where is the kid?" he asks.
“We don’t know, and this cunt won’t tell us. We know she's here somewhere,” the one with the knife says, pointing to the corner where my mom glanced and spoke to me.
"Interesting," says the tall man as he runs his fingers over his face. “She might not actually be here,” he says.
“What makes you say that?” the boss asks.
