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Her fingers slipped into the pocket of his vest and her body went cold. It wasn't there. Where the hell did he put it? Clair felt herself start to panic. Maybe his white shirt? Did it have pockets? He could have moved it there. She hastily pushed his vest out of the way and went for his shirt, but she wasn't able to check it.

"Don't get dressed yet."

She flinched when his large hands wrapped around her waist, hoisting her off the mattress and over to his lap. Gone. Any chance she had of getting that key, getting out of this horrifying hell hole, was gone. She knew what his end game was: killing her. Stringing her up in the gymnasium. It was a cycle, almost a ritual.

Eddie placed her between his legs and she could feel that he'd buttoned his pants up. Good, Clair didn't want any more reminders of what she'd just done. She'd convinced herself it was just going to be sex. That it wouldn't matter – it was to survive. But it was so much worse. It felt good. Nothing with this man should have ever made her feel good. The hands that had touched and caressed her were responsible for so many horrible, brutal things.

Said hands now made their way to her stomach. Clair tried to move away, pushing herself flush against his chest in the process, but there wasn't anywhere to go. Eddie grazed his fingers over her navel before firmly placing his hand on her lower belly.

"I told you, didn't I?" He said, bending down so his mouth was next to her ear. "I told you I could fill you up. Make you whole."

Clair felt her stomach turn with disgust. Just thinking about playing so perfectly into his fantasy made her ill. Waylon said he'd gone into the engine. How many times? Enough to make him sterile, maybe? God, she hopped so. She wasn't taking anything, there was never any need to. She'd been in an all-women's asylum for the past year.

Her body was like a rag doll as Eddie pulled her with him down onto the mattress. He positioned her back snug against his chest and wrapped his arms around her body. It wasn't a loving embrace. His arms felt like restraints. She could hardly move or breathe.

Despite who was holding her and the atrocities she'd seen in the last several hours, Clair's eyes felt heavy. He was warm, and she was so tired. Clair's resolve to stay awake left her when Eddie shifted and pulled his white shirt over the two of them. It was large enough to cover the majority of her body, but only part of his, but she figured that must have been the point.

"I don't want some vile deviant seeing you so exposed." Eddie spoke, his face now nestled near that back of her head. "Get some rest now, you've had quite an exhausting day, Darling."

When she woke up, Eddie was gone. It was hard to tell how long she'd been asleep, even how long she'd actually been in the asylum, but she guessed an hour or so. Her legs ached as she stepped off the mattress, a combination of rutting and sprinting for her life. Clair gathered her green shirt from the floor and slipped it on. After getting her underwear situated Clair noticed her patient jumpsuit was missing. Had he taken it with him? Why?

It was stupid for her to even hope, but she tried the cage door. Locked. Gluskin might be a madman, but he wasn't stupid.

"This one is a women." A voice from the right of her said. Clair whipped around and saw two large, naked men staring at her. It was hard to see in the dim light, but they looked almost identical. Twins, maybe? She thought of walking closer to them, but noticed one was holding a knife.

"You are right, she is." The other answered.

"Should we tell Father Martin?"

"Can you help me?" She asked. The two glanced at one another, than back at Clair. "Please if he, if Gluskin, comes back, he'll kill me. I just want to get out of here."

"I don't believe we should. She's already dead."

"Agreed. The Groom has her. She'll hang soon."

"Perhaps we should kill her? Quick. Painless."

"Father would think it humane."

"No!" Clair protested. "No – I'm not dead yet. Please. Just help me get out. No Father would condone killing someone – not a defenseless women. Please."

The one holding the knife turned to his brother and the two spoke softly for a moment. Everyone in the Asylum was so tall. These two only seemed a few inches shorter than Eddie. The unarmed brother walked closer to the cage and stood silent for a moment.

"We will take you to Father Martin – he will decide what to do with you."

It was something, at least. She'd be away from Eddie and that was a blessing in itself. The brother with the knife walked over to the door of her cage and gave it a good shake.

"Locked." He said.

"A complication." The second one walked over to stand next to him.

"Darling?"

All three heads turned to the entrance of the workshop, towards where Eddie now stood. He looked momentarily baffled until he noticed the knife one of the twins was holding. The rage that emanated from his body was petrifying, and Clair physically shrunk back from the cage wall. He'd been holding her jumpsuit in his hands but he let it drop to the floor, his arm moving to slip the knife from his belt.

The twins glanced at each other, silently debating if a fight was worth it. Eddie took a step toward them first, his grip on the knife so tight that the fabric on his fingerless gloves groaned from the stress. The two groups didn't break eye contact, and every step Eddie took closer, the twins took one back, heading towards the way they had come. Clair thought they could probably take Gluskin, but they'd walk away with wounds. Wounds that may end up killing them later in a place like this.

"We will inform Father of her presence." One of them finally said. The other simply nodded, and they turned from Eddie. They kept their head's twisted back to look at him as they vanished through the dark entrance they'd come from.

Clair let out a pained sigh and sat down on the mattress. They were going to help her, at least that's how it looked, and now she doubted they'd come back.

"Look at you." He hissed, unlocking the cage and walking inside. "You're practically begging for it! Letting them see you in your underwear. You're a disgusting slut. Just like all the others."

She hastily lifted herself from the mattress to try and console him, but the knife in his hand made her stop. This is what he was waiting for, an excuse. It wasn't her fault that Eddie took her jumpsuit away and left her half naked. He must have taken it on purpose, so she'd be left indecent and he could blame her for it. Clair moved away from him until her back met with the cage. Eddie placed a hand above her head and leaned in, his expression pained.

"You wanted them to touch you. Don't lie to me." He spat out, a low growl coming from his throat. All Clair could do was shake her head no, but that wasn't going to be enough for him. She felt the tip of his knife press against her stomach and her eyes shot down, fear boiling inside of her.

"I thought you were different. I thought we could be happy – start a family. But you had to ruin it you whore."

"I'm pregnant." Clair said, her eyes not leaving the blade pressed to her abdomen. She heard him utter out a 'what', confusion and disbelief dripping off the word. She was dead. Eddie didn't believe her. Why would he? She was lying after all – for now at least. It took more than a couple hours to make a statement like that and not be lying. She shut her eyes tightly, tears streaming down her face. She was as ready for death as she was going to be.

But it didn't come. Instead Clair heard the sound of the knife hit the ground and she opened her eyes to see Eddie kneeling in front of her. His eyes were wide and the hint of a grin twitched at the side of his mouth. With steady hands, he reached out and lifted her shirt up to place his palm on her belly.

"You've made me the happiest man on earth, Darling!" He beamed up at her then turned his attention back to her stomach. He stroked her affectionately before standing up brush the tears away from her face. "I'm excited too sweetheart. I'll take care of you and our baby. Neither of you will ever go wanting. I promise."

The tears kept coming, no matter how many times he wiped them away. Thank god he believed her. He'd looked skeptical at first, the small rational side of his mind knowing full well she was probably lying to him. Fortunately, Eddie seemed so deep in his fantasy that he was able to push those doubts aside. To throw himself head first into something he so desperately craved to be true.

He suddenly froze, looking exceedingly troubled. "Oh Eddie, you dope!" He laughed and playfully hit his head with the palm of his hand. "I don't have anything ready! This place isn't set up for a child!" He hurried out of the cage to pick up Clair's jumpsuit and bring it over to her. She glanced down at her outfit and was surprised to see the rip in the pant leg had been sewn.

"I'll hurry back, just stay put! Our child is going to be beautiful." Eddie gave her a quick peck on the forehead and left the room, humming pleasantly as he did.

He'd left the cage door open.