Kingdom Come

Chapter Eleven:

Where was she? What happened?

Alice couldn't move her hands, they were tied as she strained against them.

The lights were bright as she looked up, the ceiling was rusted and old. The rain was loud that she couldn't hear herself think. She did, however, hear the faint sounds of trucks and men yelling orders....a production plant or something?

"Miss Booth....no, wait, Miss Clarke? Daughter of Miss Elizabeth Victoria Clarke and Mr Richard Thomas Booth. Why what impressive lineage you have Alison."

She heard him speak, in that sickly sweet voice, and she just couldn't stop staring at him.

Brit? Typical Her thoughts matched his sarcasm

"I'm a Clarke" Alice said, shaking

He ignored her.

The British prick she thought as he flicked through the pages of a book, the others playing cards in the corner, a few meters from him.

She noticed a large axe by the door, among other items, just leaning against the door as two guards stood beside them, both dressed in black, their faces hidden under masks.

She counted twenty-three guards, in total around her.

"I'll tell you a story Allie Bear...Your mom was his mistress, his whore, his Queen wanna-be, one of many actually. Good old Richard had a mistress in every state. I heard even in Europe too. He cheats on his wife and she turns a fucking blind eye, probably for her own children's sake. By 2007, his wife finally leaves him and old daddy bear then has you with Elizabeth. Fast forward to now, Richard is in hiding. I almost had him once...or twice, but he's tricky....smart," his voice was twisted, dark and sweet.

He smelt crazy.

"The plot thickens. That was a long story," Alice trembled, hands still tied and even managed gained the full attention of everyone in that room all at once.

The main one chuckled, placing the book down. She noticed his almost completely chewed off, dirty fingernails, a nervous biter...paranoid.

"We couldn't touch his ex-wife, but we set the house alight. Fun watching her panic. Flesh really does smell when it burns you know."

Ew.

Wait, what. June Williams is...was June Booth?

He smiled again, continuing with the same story "By the look on your face. The plot has really thickened and it's clicked. Your mother was his mistress, maybe even the second wife to Richard Booth, living the rich lifestyle. Diamonds, champagne and five-star luxury. Then that golddigger of a whore has you. He leaves her, as they do, and vanishes. Elizabeth finally dies cancer a few years later. Uncle Sam steps in, signs you over into Mrs Williams as a fuck you and oh here is your ex-husband's bastard kid. As if she didn't have enough problems with her own spoiled fucking kids and their inheritance, she has your fine ass to worry about."

There was silence until she decided to speak, her hands starting to feel numb.

"It doesn't matter anyway. I'm illegitimate. I have no claim in Richard's business affairs."

The evil man turned to Alice again, his full attention on her. That intense, cold stare back.

"Are you sure about that? You are his daughter, a chance for a normal life. He'll show up eventually and I'll kill him when he does."

Alice couldn't speak and he turned back to his book

"Smug little shit," she thought.

Six hours later, Alice is still in the same position, still tied to the chair. She wasn't sure if it was day time or night.