Her Little Helper

Chapter 31

💜Hey everyone! Thanks for your patience with this update :) Writing has been a bit more difficult for me the past week or so, but I'll try to be more consistent. The ending of this story is coming near, but I have a few fun story ideas for the future. More adorable littles and cute lesbians to come😋 As always, thanks so much for your continued support! It means the world to me🥰💜

-✨Starry✨

*Dina's POV*

Samuel truly stooped to a new low with this one. After forcing Abigail, Savannah, and I down into the basement, I was stunned by what I saw. He had two legitimate jail cells down there, each with sliding barred doors with heavy-duty locks. But the truly evil part of his commands was the fact that he split our family up again. This time, though, he hit Savannah and I where it hurt. 

"Edwards, please no!" Savannah cried as he slid shut the cell opposite us, locking Abigail in there all alone. The other one, Emerson, closed ours, locking us away from reaching our baby girl as she cried for us.

"Mama! Mommy!" She shrieked as tears flowed down her scared face. 

"It's okay, baby." Savannah tried to soothe. "We're right here. You're safe."

"Mama." She whimpered as she tried to reach her arm through the bars to reach Savannah's, though it was just out of reach. 

Abigail's state made Savannah break down into tears beside me. I could only imagine the turmoil she's faced. But being torn away from her baby girl right after getting her back is a pain I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. Except for maybe Samuel. 

However, seeing Abigail so upset only fueled my rage. I reached through the bars, managing to get a hand on the collar of Emerson's suit jacket. With all my strength I pulled him back, throwing him into the metal bars of the cell. With a loud clang his bald head collided with the steel, making him howl in enraged pain. 

That was when he grabbed my arm and twisted it until I cried out.

"Try that again and I snap your fucking arm in half. Got it?" He growled into my ear.

"Fuck... you." I struggled to get out, trying not to move so as to avoid the pain. 

"Fine." He said, throwing my arm out of his grasp. "Try that again and I'll snap her little arm in half." He threatened with a vile chuckle as he pointed at Abigail, who looked back with wide terrified eyes. 

"She won't do it again!" Savannah cried out, interrupting me before I said anything else that could put Abigail at risk. I stared at the guard, fire burning in my eyes. 

"Cunt." Emerson said breathily as he walked away, following Emerson up the stairs. 

I looked back over to see Savannah on her knees trying to reach across to console our baby girl. The scene before me snapped me back to reality. I joined Savannah on the floor.

"Baby, it's okay. We won't let them hurt you." I tried to say without breaking into tears. 

"P-pwomise?" She asked with her adorable wide eyes that were stained with tears.

I felt the words catch in my throat. The easy answer would be to just say "yes, I promise," but I couldn't promise that. Samuel has Savannah and I locked in this cage, and Abigail locked in that one. If he wanted to hurt her, there was not a whole lot we could do about it. And that made me angry beyond belief. 

My breathing quickened, my heart raced, my mind filled with images of Samuel and his brainless minions harming my little girl and I felt myself spiraling into what I could only guess was madness. But I was again brought back to earth when I felt Savannah's hand grab onto mine. She looked at me with a sad smile, as though she could see the exact thoughts that were going through my head. 

"We promise, baby." Savannah said, trying to sound calm and confident, even in the face of such horrific uncertainty. Her and I shared a look of half-hidden worry, knowing full well that Abigail was far from safe. But sometimes a lie feels like the best way to help someone through a difficult situation, and this certainly seemed like one of those times. 

Abigail seemed to settle a little bit upon hearing that answer, though she still sniffled and hiccuped whenever she remembered the metal bars that separated her from her Savannah and I. 

We were stuck in those cells for hours before heavy footsteps came down the stairs. It was Edwards and Emerson, carrying bowls of some kind of food in their hands. Edwards carried one of the bowls to Abigail, sliding it under the gap between the cage and the floor, along with a bottle of milk. 

"I convinced him to give her a bottle." Edwards said as he turned and spoke to Savannah, a look of shamed betrayal in his eyes.

Savannah glared at him. If there weren't heavy-duty metal bars between the two of them, she would have torn him apart right then and there. 

"Am I supposed to be fucking grateful?" She asked, fury painted red on her face. 

"It's better than nothing, Sav-." He tried to convince before getting cut off.

"Fuck you, Edwards." Savannah said with a calm ferocity. "Fuck you. Fuck your family. Fuck all of you. You fucking traitor."

"Oh get off your high horse, Savannah. Don't act like you wouldn't do fucked up things for your family." Edwards responded, trying his best to sound stoic as Emerson returned upstairs, leaving him alone in the basement prison. 

Savannah only glared even sharper daggers into him. 

"I can confidently say that I would never have to stoop to being complicit in fucking kidnapping for my family." Savannah responded, the steam practically blowing from her ears. "If you think you're the ethical one in this situation you are far from correct."

"Whatever, Savannah. Samuel gave me an offer I couldn't refuse, and that's what matters most to me." He said, sighing with resignation as he turned to walk towards the stairs.

Savannah took a moment to think about her next words. 

"I'll make you a better offer." She said, her voice returning to her normal authoritative calm. 

This got Edwards' attention. He didn't turn back but he stopped in his tracks. 

"I'll give you a portion of my company." Savannah said, desperation in her voice.

"Savannah!" I cut in, thinking that her offer was preposterous. She immediately put her hand on my arm, cutting me off before I could protest any further, giving me a look as though begging to trust her. 

"I want fifty-one percent." He said, turning his head slightly with his back still turned to us. "Majority ownership."

I looked at Savannah, fully expecting her to laugh at his proposal. But instead I saw a serious look on her face. She wasn't kidding around.

"Deal."