The Queen: Love's Death || ✔️

Chapter 33: Amen

Bhavani

"Charlene! Charlene, wake up! Get up now!" Sarah shook Charlene's lifeless body as Charlene laid on the cold floor. Dead.

"Bhavani! Do something!" Cynthia cried while also trying to get Charlene back to life, but it was impossible. She too was gone.

It was better that way. Everyone who had died was going to a happier place than where we were now. They would be safe in heaven. Mary cried on her dead mother's chest while Sarah and Cynthia tried all they could to get her up. She died in her sleep the previous night and we found her that way this morning. She was the luckiest of all of them because she was the only one that had a peaceful and painless death.

"Get off of her! She's joining the rest." One of the guards grunted while pushing Sarah and Cynthia away from Charlene's body and Cynthia pulled the guard down to her body.

In an instant, Cynthia wrapped her legs around the guard's arm and held onto the arm for dear life and she began to pull.

"FUCK!" The guard cried out and more guards came to help.

"Stop Cynthia! Stop!" I tried to calm her down by screaming but her grip on that guard's arm was tighter than a python's. We all heard a loud crack in the guard's shoulder blade and I winced as the guard cried even louder than before. He was in tears.

"Don't touch my fucking family!" Cynthia spat. "I'll pull out your fucking arm and shove it up your fat ass hole if you even dare to touch them again! I ain't no bitch, I don't fucking play with rotten fucking embryos. You wanna fuck with my family, you'll have to deal with my apeshit! Do you hear me?!"

I was shocked from her words and actions. Claudia had told me that Cynthia had a dangerous side but I didn't think that it was this bad. She wasn't even breathing oxygen now, she was breathing the scent of the guard's blood. The other guards only stopped in shock and fear of approaching Cynthia. Even I wouldn't have neared her in the state she was in.

"You fucking killed my nephews and my niece-in-motherfucking-law. I should be pulling your guts out and feeding them to your children's children! Don't touch my sister or I'll show you what it means to tear the motherfucking roof down! Don't touch my family or else I'll show you who Cynthia fucking Bryan is! Ugly piece of donkey shit!"

"Cynthia! Stop it now!" Sarah cried and Cynthia finally let the poor guy go. His arm looked limp as he cried on the floor in front of Cynthia's angry body. Her chest was heaving and her hands were balled into fists. She looked down at the weeping guard and then at the four guards in front of her who couldn't believe their eyes.

"Anybody else want round two?! Now or never, assholes!" Cynthia bursted and they all backed away.

"Mom." Mary wailed and Sarah held her close to her body.

Estelle suddenly walked in, wearing black clothes and had shades on, and she stood in front of Cynthia from the other side of the open cell.

"I'm done crying, now I'm fighting. You wanna try me too?" Cynthia challenged Estelle but Estelle didn't even flinch.

"I am arranging a funeral for Zeus and Hilary. If you want, I can bury Charlene for you too." Estelle said with a strained voice.

"We don't want you and your rotten friend to dump our sister's body in a ditch and call it a burial. No. We'll escape here and bury them ourselves. Hilary. Charlene. And Zeus."