Cannibalistic - book one

16: The Perfect Wife

The lights flickered that night as the storm came in. She felt sick, as she got up for the third time that night to vomit she noticed a razor in the trash can. She smirked and picked it up and twirled it around, the silver of it shined in the fleeting light. She heard the door crack and stumbled back dropping the razor in the trash and quickly made her way back over the toilet.

Jace was behind her quickly.

"Are you alright darlin?" He asked kissing her forehead and helping pull back her hair.

"I'm fine, hows Carter? Are the lights scaring him?" She asked softly standing and began to brush her teeth as she rubbed her belly carefully.

"He is just fine." He picked her up carefully and helped her back into bed. Flashes of lightening invaded the dark of their room, Carter hardly moved an inch. She didn't want to, but snuggled into his arms to keep from waking every time the lightning flashed. However the thunder was loud, she knew the others in the house were going to wake soon if the storm continued. As the storm continued she woke and slowly made her way towards the bathroom, she grabbed the key to her freedom. She put it away in her backpack, she was going to escape and she was going to survive.

She crawled back into the bed and slept soundly until Carter woke a few hours before the others woke. She managed to get him to sleep and began to cook, knowing it would get her in good standing with Jace's parents. After what Amin said about her possible impending death because she wasn't pregnant at the time, she was going to do whatever she could to prove her loyalty so she could stab them in the back.

She thought about poisoning their food, but knew it could trace back to her, and the children; despite their terrifying craving for human flesh, were still children. She cooked the meat without question, watched it sizzle and snap as she prepared eggs and toast. She got the table set and waited patiently as she sipped orange juice.

Jace made his way down carrying a half awake toddler in his arms, she smirked and took him carefully. "How is my wife this morning?" He asked. At first she was hesitant, he never called her his wife, it was always pet names.

"Good, really good, I got breakfast made." She said greatly proud of herself, she didn't trust him enough to write all her plans in her diary, but she was going to begin faking entries. If he was reading them she knew what she was planning could get her unborn child harmed. She was only a vessel now. "I hope everything tastes good."

Son the entire family gathered around the table. She joined them in the meal, the meat hardly bothering her at this point, however if she thought about it for to long she was sick to her stomach. She was unsure if that was her conscious of her belly however. She continued to pretend, she had to make them believe

Despite the baby and Carter she got to work cleaning the house after breakfast. She was going to prove to them they had 'broken' her. She was the winner in this game. She was going to walk away triumphant as the others fell.

That night she laid emotionless as Jace took out his frustrations on her as sexual pleasure, she moaned her and there but hardly moved as he did what he pleased. If she kept this up she was bound to get them on her side, no matter what occurred.

After three days of the same thing, breakfast, cleaning, sex repeat she was presented with a gift.

A wedding ring.

"I...thought you might like this." He said offering it to her. "I know you aren't really...I mean you didn't have a choice, but you are settling in so well." She smiled and wore the ring, she kissed him. This was her ticket, he believed she was sincere. He believed they were the perfect couple.

She was the perfect mother, but far from the perfect wife.