Hello, dears. In this chapter you will discover what was of Beth and of the people who took her that night at the funeral home. Also a small story about the people who used to live at Silvershell.

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Beth felt her mouth dry. Her head spinned and felt her stomack uneasy. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but pitch dark. She quickly ran her hands over her body to find any bite or any wound but she was ok. She touched the floor and felt the vibration of footsteps from outside the room.

"May I...?" said a man peaking his head into the dark room. Beth shrugged her eyes to the light that came from the other room, hiding her head between her arms. Her weak body winced at the small kick he gave to her when passed a plate with food and a glass of water. She refused to take it and spit to his face. She saw no point on asking who were they, or what do they want. If they were good people, what was the point of having her in a dark room after they took her against her will and put a soaked handkerchief on her nose?

"Well I think we should introduce ourselves." He said wiping his face with the sleeve of his shirt, a warm smile in his face. "My name is Noah Miller. I am the owner of the funeral house. The men who dragged you to the car are my two sons: Abraham and Jacob." His voice was calmed, with no signs of madness or irony or sarcasm. "You'll see, we brought you here so you can help us to get through this difficult times. As you know we all have...certain needs to satisfy."

Beth's skin chilled and felt every pore of it bumped against her clothes, her heart beating fast.

"But...well I will not bore you with details. So..." He passed again the plate with food and the glass of water, pointing with his hand to take a bite. She kicked the plate and spilled the water over his face. He pulled her hair into his fist and fixed his gaze on her.

"Well, darling, if you want to starve to death, we will have to toss you to the creatures outside," his tone sweet and low, as if talking to a little child "do you want that? I don't. It would be a shame having this beautiful skin being ripped off by those demons outside." His breath smelled like rotten flesh and smoke, different from Daryl who also smoked a lot, but the scent of his skin soothed her, the perfect mixture of smoke, woods, wet soil and fresh water; this, otherwise, made her sick. His mouth filled with twisted yellow teeth and thin twisted lips. He ran his fingers over her cheeks down her breasts. She jerked them off with her elbow, her blue eyes filled with tears and anger.

"Ok, darling, your way then. Abe, come in, you'll go first." The door opened once again and she saw a tall blonde boy eclipsing her small frame with his shadow. He looked young, no more than 20, but his height and complexion were of a thirty year old man. Wide chest and broad shoulders, strong hands and long legs. He started moving slowly towards Beth, grinning stupidly with deformed yellow teeth.

"What do I do now, father?"

"Ok, first, you have to hold her tightly."

Beth widened her eyes in surprise, her heart jumping from her chest. She didn't know exactly what they were going to do, but she had an idea of it. She jumped quickly from the floor and ran towards the still open door but Abe moved faster. He pulled her and held her tight from her wrists, both hands firmly clutched she feared he could break her bones like woodsticks. She escaped a whimper as he shook her and threw her agains the floor. The hit made her vision blurred and his limbs didn't respond. She felt the unpleasant body heat of Abe hovering her figure, both hands pulling her jeans off. She kicked him and crawled away from him as much as she could with her hurted wrists.

"Hold her, don't let her go!" Said Minister Miller, excited and passionate as if watching a football match.

Abe pulled her from her ankles and flipped her on her back, his fist smashed against her face. Beth was unconcsious, her eyes didn't blink nor her limbs moved an inch.

"I killed her, father!" Said Abe in his retarded accent, fully concerned about his actions.

"No, you didn't, son. She is alive. Now tell me, what do we do next?"

Abe grinned and pulled an awkward laughter. "Yes, I undress her."

"And after that?"

"I take her, father"

"Great, my boy. Now I give you some privacy. Have fun."

For practical matters, it worked better for Beth to be unconscious in that moment. What Abe did to her was something beyond the sane limits of a human mind.

The next morning she opened her eyes and felt a bit colder tha usual. She rolled in a cold blanket and found out it was the only piece of clothing she was weraing. Her arms were stiff and aching, the pain of her wrists was killing her. She could feel her heartbeat run through the swollen junctures of her hands and also in different areas of her body. If she could have seen herself in a mirror, she would be able to see the several marks and bruises all over her body. Hits, open wounds made with razors, teeth marks in her breasts, his fingers bruised in the skin of her legs and arms, and a deep soreness between her legs.

Beth's eyes watered. She has never felt so helpless and broken in her life. Not even when she saw The Governror slid his father's head. She had been abused and there was nothing she could have done to avoid it. When she noticed that there was not a single piece of her clothes over the floor, she pulled the blanket and covered her naked body and curled herself in the darkest corner of the room. She flinched at the darts of pain from inside her belly, her cheeks wet in tears.

The door opened. She crawled back to the wall, covering every inch of her exposed skin. It was Minister Miller. He came with a plate with food and a glass of water.

"I'm sorry for Abe. It was the first time for him and, well, he's learning how to do it, I apologize." He said to her, his voice calmed and kind, as if the events of the last night were a childish accident.

"There is something I wanted to ask you the other day. I saw you and your friend back at our home, eating our food and taking our place." He was talking about Daryl. "I saw the way he looked at you, how he ran his sinful sight on your body. Is he your man? because if that is the case, darling you're too young for him. He, he is not a son of God. I don't know if you know it, but he is already damned. I have seen through his soul and he is not a good man. He's done much evil than you can imagine. And you, you want him desperately, right?" His voice shifted from kindness to madness.
"I know you think of him over you, his body against yours rolling in the bed, rocking back and forth till you can't stand it, right?" Beth was scared, but she couldn't fight back the sensation of her cheeks burning.

"See that?" he pointed his eyes to her cheeks "Don't deny that you are in love with that evil man." She saw him smile. For Beth, it was like seeing Satan himslef grinning at her.

"You know, you reminded me of Lady Silvershell. Have you heard about her?" Beth shook her head.

"Well, you and she have a lot in common. You'll see, she was the youngest daughter of Lord Silvershell. He used to run a cotton plantation near this area" He said waving his finger, "and the Lord be my witness, she was extremely beautiful, just like you. But she was cursed when she was born. They say she was forbidden to any man who wanted her. But one day she went against the laws of God." He tangled his fingers, nodding his head "Yeah. She fell in love with the wrong man: Jack Benson, the foreman of Silvershell. His filthy mind locked her inside, he wished her, he wanted her to be his and only his. So he stole her and ran away, vanishing into the air. Lord Silvershell was devastated. His only jewel has been robbed by the only man he trusted. So he promised..." someone knocked the door "Father, it's my turn!"

"Oh...I'll be going now, Jacob." replied in a yell. "I think I'm going to stop here, but long-short story: she ended with a bullet in her chest, and all because of his sick thoughts that poisoned her mind and their disobeyance towards God's will. Let me tell you something. Don't think this story is different from yours, he is not the right man for you. Both of you are cursed forever and you two will have the same traggic end of Lady Silvershell and her foreman."
"C'mon, father, I want!"

"Hush, boy, hush." He opened the door and a boy as tall as Abe entered the room. It was Jacob, the young one. His face looked disgruntled "Why were you taking so long?" he reproached.

"I was telling her a story, nothing more, I promise."He petted his son's shoulder. "She's all yours." He glared at her, a diabolic smile in his lips, seeding a fear inside Beth so poisonus, so sickish she felt her body rot from inside out.

The door closed and there was Jacob, standing in the center of the room. He seemed to be less aggresive than Abe, his frame was rather smaller than his brother, his shoulders were less broad than his brother's and his hands more like the ones of a boy. His eyes examied the scared girl across the room, self pity in his expression.

"Please," Beth said, imploring "don't hurt me. I know you're not like him, you wouldn't do this to me." she pointed herself with her big blue eyes, soaked and itchy from her salty tears.

He did nothing but stare at her with his grey eyes. He gave her the same cold demonic smile of his father, came close to her and reached a hand. Beth curled herself, sobbing of terror. He gripped his hands on her neck and pulled her across the floor. He stumped her wounded body in the center of the room while unbuckled his belt. The tickling sound of the metal gave her chills on her back and tears made their way through her eyes. This time she was aware of what Jacob had planned to do to her, and deep in her insides she wanted to pass out, she wanted to have a heart attack and just die before even witness the horrors about to happen. Her arms didn't respond, her legs stiffened. Her whole body gave up to fight but indise her rage and panic were boiling her guts. He pulled himself out from his jeans and spread Beth's legs, she lying on the thin blanket over the floor. She slapped him with her weak hands, fighting as best as she could, but he shove them like flies around his head and gripped both of her wrists with one single hand. With the other hand he eased his way inside her. The move was harsh, violent, tearing, as she wasn't wet enough to accept any intrusion, the pain running inside her from down her belly to her spine. Every struggle, every movement, every violent thrust against her hips riped off her from inside, feeling his life cracking and shattering like porcelain falling against the floor.

Evil had taken her, poisoned her soul, the physical pain had tainted her, damaged her mind in such a way she wished so bad she wanted him to pull his gun and put her an end. But she was so far from even the begining of the end.