Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

BEATRICE

Okay, so maybe thinking it would ‘easy peasy’ to play the role of meek and subservient whirs waiting for an opening to attack was a bit of a stretch Only

bit, though.

Beatrice found it difficult to be in any mood other than cranky when she was basically stuck in solitary confinement. The only solace to be found was that

Hendricks hadn’t visited.

Not having to deal with him was a blessing. It gave Beatrice a chance to figure her shit out, which consisted of reminding herself that he was a horrible person and didn’t deserve another chance. He’d already proven incapable of listening to her ‘no’, which was all that mattered.

The worst part of the entire situation was not knowing if Riaghaire was alive. Undead? Not dead-dead. She had no way of communicating with anyone who might know.

Gregory had told her no bodies had been found, but that’d been a few days ago. It was possible the situation had changed since then. How world she know one way or another, especially when these fuckers would want her to believe Riaghaire was dead-dead even if he wasn’t? Not that it would change anything if he was nothing would make her change how she felt about Hendricks

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Since her confinement had begun, she’d taken the liberty of moving the chair to face the window. Beatrice flopped on it, propping her feet up on the windowsill. From her vantage point, she could watch the clouds go by – one of the two forms of entertainment available. None of the books on the shelf were to her liking so, even if she felt like reading, doing so would be more like torture. She had, however, taken to tearing pages out of sead books to practice her skills at origami.

Beatrice did not know the first thing about origami, other than how to fold a paper airplane – if that could be considered origami. Tossing one out the window every so often was her second form of entertainment, even if they never few far.

The point was to keep herself busy, to avoid going insane from sheer boredom, and it worked, for the most part. No one had found her stash of failures on the lawn, which she found amusing. How long would it take before someone/found the trove of paper death? She figured she had another day before someone happened upon them; the grass was almost at the height that required a proper mowing.

Beatrice was halfway through folding today’s test airplane – she’d thought up a new design for it while staring at the clouds that morning pain shot through her stomach.

The half folded page fell from her fingers as she wrapped her arms around her abdomen. A second stab set her teeth gratung as she ined by card t third, this time in her guts, had her falling to her knees.

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What the fuck was going on? She’d never felt pain like this before. It was like someone was grabbing her organs and twoting her workowsks? them with a… with something pointy and sharp. She couldn’t for a coherent thought as the pain only grew worse with each passing sex dol

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Sweat began to head on her skin, then trickle, until she was drenched in it Curled up on the flour, she debated her option is best why would test mus was standing guard in the hall? Would they even believe her? And what would be the point What if they d sippest something on her Mod (inche

Maybe she was being paranoid bus it fell like a real possibility if she told them about the pan, would they gave her something that Brus baid her out would leave her vulnerable Fucklace

Unacceptable. Not happening. She would get through this without help

Her body felt both hot and cold all over as she shivered on the floor First things first, she had to get to the bathroom. The wolves could hear far too well to chance staying in the bedroom. There was no way she’d be able to stay quiet enough that they wouldn’t eventually hear sumeilung

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Standing was out of the question, forcing Beatrice to half crawl, half drag herself to the bathroom, stopping every few seconds to breathe through the hamillion tiny death needles stabbing and twisting her insides wifhent remorse. Moring exacerbated the pain but not moving wasn’t an option

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The cool tiles of the bathroom floor felt amazing against her sweat soaked palms as she pulled herself far enough inside to close the door with a foot Seeing that the cool tiles gave her same telief, and wanting to drown out any sound she might make, Beatrice forced herself to crawl into the shower, where it took a full minute to gather the strength to reach up and slap the knob. Water began raifeng down and the let out a sigh of relief it was cold and fell

amazing.

Beatrice lost track of time as she lay curled up in the shower. At one point she could have sworn someone was knocking on the bathroom door, their tone sounding annoyed, but she couldn’t figure out if it was actually happening or not. Pain could cause auditor; hallucinations; right?

Even after the stabbing and twisting of her insides finally came to an end, Beatrice couldn’t find the strength to move. Every time she tried to uncuri her body, the pain returned, shooting throughout her abdomen with such force she vomited was little food she’d eaten that day:

The cold water was beginning to feel like a bad idea as shivers wracked her body. She had to keep reminding herself that everything was fine once the pain was more manageable she could just give the knob another smack to get some hot water.

That’s right. Find that silver lining and hold onto it for dear life, even if it was silver plated piece of junk. Semantics and all that.

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