╢Only The Strong Survive ╢Elvis Presley╢

♪ 1. Some beginning, part two ♪

While they were in the corridor, Nancy suddenly grabbed Patti's hand and stepped into the first room. This happened to be an extra room with Elvis' wardrobe. Surprised, Patti didn't say a word as Nancy pushed her inside and closed the door.

—Pat — Nancy leaned against the door and whispered. —We're finally alone.

—I can see — Patti replied impassively, and Nancy looked at her anxiously.

— What's really going on here?

—Nothing. — Patti looked at the floor. —It's what you see. I live with Elvis and we are a happy couple.

—Really?— Nancy began. —Look at me.

Patti did so and smiled in a forced manner, which Nancy noticed immediately.

— You're acting weird like not the girl I knew — Nancy said softly. — Forgive me that incident, but I need to know.

—I don't know what you mean — Patti muttered and pointed at the door. —We were supposed to go to Gladys, not be here.

—Why do I feel like you're being controlled by him?— Nancy raised an eyebrow. — Because of Elvis?

Patti's mouth twitched against her will, and her eyes glazed over. And then Nancy knew.

— So he dominates you — she began gently. —But how? Does he not let you live the way you want to? Are you forced to sit here in this fucking white castle?

—I want to get out of here — Patti pretended to be tough. —Really, Nan. Now.

— Pat, don't change the subject. I can see that something is wrong.

—Was it good to let him get to me?— Patti looked her straight in the eye. —We often don't know everything about our friends.

— What did he do to you? He hit you? He threatened you?

Patti didn't answer, and then Nancy felt someone push the door open. She jumped back and both women saw Elvis:

— My dear ladies. This isn't a children's room, is it?

—And do you know there's a new fashion now?— Nancy laughed theatrically and walked over to one of the long hangers and took off Elvis's black shirt. — This piece of clothing can also be worn by women and tied on the belly. Sounds good, right?

—My wife doesn't have to do this.— Elvis looked sternly at Pat. —Nan, Mia has business for you.And me and Patti will go to our daughter.

—Mia will wait — Nancy sensed the bad aura. —I'll go with you to Gladys.

Elvis narrowed his eyes but couldn't argue because that would make Nancy suspicious.

—Of course — he said, and smiled politely. Then he looked at Patti, and his eyes said If you told her anything about us, I'll find out and you'll regret it.

When the three of them were in the nursery, little Gladys was in the arms of the nanny as she changed her diaper.

—With Allie's help, my Patti can get some rest — Elvis said kindly, and Nancy noticed that nanny Allie - somewhere around 19, was a pretty blonde. — Our Gladys has a good bond with Allie.

After Allie finished changing the baby's diaper, she walked over to Elvis and Patti.

— Your daughter — Allie said, and Elvis smiled and picked up Gladys. Patti looked lovingly at her little daughter, but didn't exchange a look with her husband, who was staring at her as if hoping Patti would do it. Nancy noticed it quickly.

— She's a real princess — Nancy said, and stroked the baby's head. — She really looks like you, Elvis. Royal baby girl.

It was true. Little Gladys had only Patti's mouth, and she was, in fact, an exact copy of Elvis. But it didn't matter - the daughter was the reason life in this prison was a little more bearable. Patti still believed that she would run away with the baby soon.

—She's the King's daughter, after all — Elvis kissed Gladys on the forehead. — The most important woman in my life. — He kept looking at his daughter, then added, — Just like her beautiful mother.

Patti smiled anyway, but Nancy knew her relationship with Elvis wasn't what it should be. The King had a secret.

When Frank, Mia, and Nancy left Graceland, Nancy was still thinking about Pat.

Something is wrong.

Meanwhile, Elvis locked himself in with Patti in the bedroom and grabbed her by the shoulders.

— What's that supposed to mean? — He asked brusquely. — Your shutting up with Nancy in this damn room?

—Nothing — Patti whispered. —I didn't say anything ...

—Why don't I believe you?— Elvis released her and pointed a finger at her. —If you told her anything about our lives, you put her and yourself at risk.

—Elvis, I'm telling the truth — Patti looked him in the eye, and he hissed:

— I'll find out. This is the last time I want to see something like this. If this happens again, I will separate you from our daughter, you understand?

Patti felt as he did when he hit her on the jaw. She stared in horror at him as he kept piercing her eyes and finally left.

Patti sat on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath. She couldn't bear to be separated from Gladys - especially if she had been in another prison, because that was what her husband would rather give her.

Elvis, meanwhile, walked freely into the nanny's room, who was reading a book. Allie wasn't angry that he didn't knock. He didn't have to do this.

—Are you free already?— She asked coquettishly, and Elvis locked the door and unbuttoned his shirt.

— As you can see, honey. I am free and in need.

— You can always count on me — Allie put the book down, and he walked over to her and took her nightgown off her without a word. Allie was naked underneath. Elvis started kissing her neck and she ran a hand over his hairy torso. — Yes, Mr. Presley.

— Thank you, sweetie. Your work for us is at the highest level.

— I'm glad — Allie whispered and groaned loudly as Elvis turned her over and laid her on her stomach. When he entered her, she screamed and he started fucking her hard.

— You're the best employee I've ever had. Now show me once again that I did the right thing, that I chose you.

Allie was moaning softly and he grabbed her by the hair and whispered:

— Yes, Dixie, yes ...

Meanwhile, Patti was sitting in the nursery and feeding her baby girl milk from a bottle. She knew what her husband was doing now, but she didn't want to think about it. She looked at Gladys and promised herself one thing.

We'll get out of here. You and me, away from your father's psychosis.