"True Love" Sequel

IV

From the basement where I was finishing my work, I could hear the front door slamming open, followed by Charity's voice calling my name. Rapid footsteps could soon be heard getting down the stairs and even before I turned around to see the face of my lover, a gasp escaped her mouth.

"What have you done...?" Her voice was trembling and almost caught up in her throat from the scene displaying before her eyes.

"Charity, look! Isn't she beautiful? One eye like you, and one eye like me. Now she truly is OUR daughter, isn't she?" I exclaimed in exhilaration, in an almost ecstatic state from the achievement I just accomplished.

Tears welled up in the woman's eyes. The sight was truly sickening and heart-breaking. Blood on the floor. Blood on his hands. And blood on her body, her face, the red contrasting with her skin now a ghastly shade of beige. Her daughter was in the center of all this mess, lying in a half-seated position on a clinical chair with a tool keeping her right eye open from where the liquid had been pouring. But her eye... Her eye was no longer that warm chocolate brown like her mother's. Instead it was replaced with a cold blue ice bionic eye. The same one that was in the black box. The same one as him.

She didn't know what to do. She was too dumbstruck to even move a toe. While she was recovering from the horrifying view she just witnessed, Joe was already removing the tool from the girl. He then picked her up and planned to head to the bathroom, but Charity finally forced herself to make a move, stopping him from going any further.

"How could you...?" Her head was low and she was once again shaking. However this time it was not from horror, but from pure rage towards the robot that dared to do that to her daughter. She lifted her head and screamed, "How could you?!"

Joe sighed and said, "I know you don't like it, but at least let me clean her and put her to bed." He pushed her aside and climbed up the stairs, leaving the fuming woman in the cellar.

After he was completely out of her sight, another feeling came to her. Guilt. She should have reacted sooner. She should have taken Carol far away from this man. No, it was not a man. From this machine. But she was still wrong on something else. She should have killed him, destroyed him. Deep down she knew that it wasn't right. Deep down she knew when Milton tried to warn her that she should have listened to him.

She took out her phone and opened an unnamed chatbox. When she was still driving, someone sent a text message to her. It was Milton : "In case you change your mind," that's what was written. She called the number and fortunately, it answered almost instantly.

She took a deep breath and said, "You were right. I need you to come now. Joe must be destroyed."