Margo glanced up at the sky. The dark clouds told of a massive storm coming their way. She felt chills run along her spine. That feeling from before had been back for a while now but it was worse than ever and had been steadily growing over the last couple of weeks. She felt as if she could feel the person’s blood lust seeping out from where they were hiding. She shivered and began to push the feeling aside except that something about this was more  than just her paranoia. She glanced around and took a deep steadying breath. She wasn’t sure where she was being watched from but she didn’t want everyone outside in case something happened. She exhaled and began to draw the attention of the children that were at the club to her. She led them inside with the promise of a snack. She took one last look behind her as she herded the last of the children inside. 

Margo and the others made it to the waiting vehicles. They tossed Magdalena in the back of one of the SUVs and they all sped off in different directions. She was relieved to finally be out of sight away from prying eyes of those that were watching her. She sat next  to Magdalena with a large hunting knife in her hand. If the woman struggled, if she tried to fight, Margo would end her life where she sat. She wanted to be the one that she saw when she came to. Kane sat just in front of her, knowing that he would feel better if he was there to assist her rather than another person.The first signs that she was beginning to stir happened just as they turned down a gravel road. The SUV bumped along quietly as they maintained their silence with the exception of a radio playing in the background. Margo, who had been watching her steadily the whole ride, smirked when she saw the change in breathing. Her hands

Maribell frowned as she held Aoife in her arms. Her little girl nuzzled her neck as she slumbered in her mother’s arms. She needed all of this to end and fast. Her little girl didn’t need all of this hanging over her head. She had done nothing wrong and deserved to live a full life. She had grown over the months and was trying to explore the world around her. Being stuck in this place had to have been hard on her. “Are you okay?” Dex asked, coming into the room the three of them shared. “Yeah. I’m just worried that all of this will keep her from being able to live her life to the fullest.” Maribell whispered. “We’ll end it before that ever happens.” Dex whispered, kissing her forehead before sitting down next to them. 

A/N: This chapter contains scenes of graphic violence. I'll mark the chapter as always so those that can't  handle it are able to skip ahead. As always look for the *****   When Magdalena came to she felt groggy and her head felt heavy. She sat up and pushed her hair out of her face, frowning when the chains clinked in response to her movements reminding her once again that she was stuck chained up in some random place. She frowned at the tenderness in her arm and the white bandage. She removed it after some time and glared down at the puncture wound on her arm. “What the hell.” She growled, anger swimming in her veins even as her stomach growled, letting her know that she was still hungry. “Oh you’re awake.” A voice said, causing her to turn her head

“Kill me. End this.” Magdalena pleaded, unable to stand much more. “Hmmmm…. No. You’ll die soon anyway. I’m quite certain that you never once cared about who you hurt. Why should I care about you?” Margo growled, sawing the knife back and forth in an upward motion. “Please.” She whispered, pleading for mercy. “Did you have mercy on your victims? Did you make their death quick and painless?” She demanded, yanking her head backwards painfully. “No.” Magdalena whispered, as tears trailed down her cheeks. “Bernard was right about one thing though.” “What was that?” Margo whispered.