*trigger warning*
"What do I get if I tell you?" I counter. I'm going for broke here. Trying to buy my time or make myself an opportunity. I need to contact Holden or Daddy H. I need the line to be traced so they know where I am. I hope the babies are alright without me. Guilt creeps into my heart as I think about my stupidity. I should've paid more attention outside. Ben studies me as he seems to think.
"What do you want?" He asks, voice slightly seductive. My hair raises and my stomach churns.
"For starters, I would like not to be touched anymore. And clothing." My voices raises at this and I try to force more confidence than I have. I'm scared, vulnerable, I'm sore and mortified. I can't let any of it distract me. I have to think clearly if I want to be successful in my later attempts.
"I can give you clothes." He responds. I slink down to the floor and sit knees to chest. My throat still tingles. Everybody keeps grabbing my throat. Its official, I'll likely die one day from being strangled. It's like a beacon to the unstable. "But you'll get them after I know where that body is." Here's my opportunity to try to persuade him.
"I can find out for you, but you have to make a call." I say carefully. I stay tensed as I try to read his body language.
"A call? You mean you don't know?" His voice rises and I flinch on instinct, he softens and looks to me exasperated. "Why don't you know? You found her."
"Holden found her. Holden disposed of her. I was in the house."
"Then how did you know who it was?" Should I tell him about the camera? No doubt they have noticed my absence and are searching now, meaning my babies are going to be elsewhere. But I can't risk it. I'll wait till he contacts Holden.
"Holden showed me. He lead me outside to her afterwards. He then took care of it while I went back in to the babies."
"What were you doing that night?"
"It was night. I was obviously sleeping. Didn't you see the lights out?" What do most people do at night?
"Lies. I heard you, with Holden. " I gulp uncomfortably. What did he hear and how much?
"That's unfortunate. It's awkward being the third wheel. I felt much the same watching you and Laura all over one another when we were together. Payback really is a mo-"
"Where is the body!" He snaps. I have tested his patience.
"You will have to call Holden. I don't know. He never told me where he put her. We fought over where to put her so he got frustrated and never told me." It's true. I have no idea where she is. But I've planted the seed of paranoia in his mind. "I can't believe you killed her. You are so fucked up! You murdered her! While she carried your child. How long ago was it you slept with her? Was that what you plan to do to me?" I've heard they often check murdered women for signs if sexual abuse. Could they check her and find evidence of Ben? I'm not certain, but I'm trying to get his brain working too.
"Shut up!" He yells. "I saved you. I gave up everything for you. I kept looking for you. I meant everything I said that evening Casey. I saved you, and you talk to me like I'm nothing."
"What did you save me from Ben? From seeing my children grow up? From men I loved?" What does he think he saved me from? Life in Holden's attic was cozied than this basement looks to be. "I was fine Ben!"
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Dirty Deeds (Part 2 of 'No Good Deed'
Horror*cover image is not mine* "Give yourself to me Casey. You wanted me before. You want me now. I could see it that day. The way you looked at me, your quickness to forgive my mistakes. We would've ended up together either way. Titus just made things...
