The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 468

In the dimly lit basement of a house tucked away in the sleepy suburb of Rivenwood, Calista found herself inexplicably transported to this place, shrouded in darkness.

She huddled on the cold floor, with the constant, eerie sound of dripping water echoing throughout the room. Each drop seemed to land directly on her heart, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.

The bruises from Mr. B's beating had not fully healed, and she winced at the occasional twinge of pain.

After what felt like an eternity, punctuated only by drifting in and out of sleep, Calista finally heard footsteps approaching.

Scrambling to kneel, she began to plead toward the sound, "Mr. B, I've done it - I've developed the Boar Poison, just like the sample you gave me. Please, I beg you, let me go!"

Click.

A blinding light suddenly filled the room, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut in pain and fear.

"You've got the wrong person, sweetheart. Stand up."

Calista's heart skipped a beat at the sound of the voice, not unlike the mechanical tone Mr. B had once used before dropping her facade.

As her eyes adjusted, she could make out a figure dressed just like Mr. B - a trench coat and a fedora shadowing his face.

"You're not Mr. B?" She whispered, disbelief lacing her words.

"I'm the boss, the one she answered to. Call me boss if you like, but I'm not fond of the title. I prefer you call me F-Poison."

F-Poison dusted off her coat nonchalantly. "Ah, got it. You thought I was Belle because of the outfit, right?"

Despite her terror, Calista could detect a note of amusement in the grating mechanical voice.

F-Poison's smile was there, but the aura he exuded – one of unflinching ruthlessness – was never present in Mr. B.

"Belle is Mr. B. I told her that name was too harsh, not fitting for a girl. 'Clementine' would've been much cuter. Don't you agree, Dr. Pendleton?"

F-Poison squatted in front of Calista, seemingly earnest in her inquiry.

"Yes, whatever you say is right..." Calista stuttered, seated on the ground, shivering.

F-Poison nodded approvingly, "That's my girl. It's a shame, really. Raising her to be wiped out just like that."

Calista's mind raced. Mr. B – Belle – was dead?

That would explain the sudden change of location.

Swallowing hard, she ventured, "Mr. F, what would you have me do? I am at your service."

Calista knew her life hung by a thread, useful only for her talents.

Satisfaction was apparent on F-Poison's face as he patted her head. "Good girl. I do have a task for you if you're willing."

"Willing, I'm willing, Mr. F. Whatever you ask of me!" Calista agreed instantly, her survival instinct trumping all else.

"Then brace yourself."

Before she could react, F-Poison struck her across the face. As Calista fell, her consciousness fading. She watched F-Poison reshape her features with her fists...

While beating the living hell out of Calista, F-Poison said calmly, “I don’t have a choice. Vivienne recognizes people by their bones, and a simple disguise won’t work. I have to reshape your bones.”