Benedict sat at the kitchen table, running his fingers over the rim of his coffee cup as steam curled up into the air and vanished into the morning light. The sun spat out rays that tenderly bathed the room, but the warmth did little to thaw the cold thoughts that gripped him. Clara transferring to the mental health facility had been unforeseen, but Benedict knew her too well. She was always on the next corner, always making the long play. It had already been years that they had last seen each other, but time and again every time he thought of getting out and away from her, she invented a new twist to bring him back. The soft sound of footsteps broke him out of his reverie, and he looked up to see Sabrina entering the room. The presence of her was like a balm to his soul. Her eyes were filled with quiet concern, soothing the harsh edges of his thoughts. Her steps were light, almost whispering in the air, as she walked toward him. "What's wrong, Benedict?" she asked with her soft but a
They had a future; they had a family, and nothing—no one—could take that away.But even as the warmth of the moment enveloped them, a small voice in the back of Benedict's mind continued to whisper. Clara's game wasn't over. She was just getting started.A few days into Clara's admission to the psychiatric facility, Benedict and Sabrina had attempted to move forward, focusing on their family and putting as much distance between themselves and the past as was humanly possible. But then came the jarring news once again: Clara was getting better. Her shenanigans were said to be stabilizing, and she was being rewarded with more privileges within the facility. Benedict, though, felt the sharp sting of suspicion. Clara was far too clever, too calculating, to just let herself get taken down by her own charade.She's acting. Benedict was sure of it.He stands in front of the window, and his eyes go blank as the sun sets with long shadows. His heart seems to want Clara gone, but his mind still
Clara sat on her cot, her shoulders curved forward in what might have been exhaustion or deep thought. Her hair fell softly around her face as she gently rocked, humming to herself - perhaps finding comfort in the rhythm and melody that made sense to her, even if others couldn't follow its pattern. Her eyes moved across the room, taking in her surroundings in a way that suggested she was processing her environment, even if differently than others might. While the staff saw behaviors they needed to document, there was a person there - Clara - experiencing this moment in her own way.Inside, though, Clara was far from lost. She was calculating. Her plan was working out nicely. The staff, kind-hearted and wanting to aid her, were starting to accommodate her: let her walk outside for longer, take her in the recreation room, and conduct private therapy with her. All these concessions edged her closer to the freedom she wanted—and revenge she had envisioned. "Good morning, Clara," Nurse Ele
That night, Benedict sat beside Sabrina in their living room. The warm light of the table lamp lit the space across his face and left deep shadows everywhere else. Lines of worry spread across his features as his fingers tapped out an impatient rhythm against the armrest of his chair. "She's playing them," he muttered softly. "I know it, Sabrina."She closed the book and turned to him. The way she was gazing at him showed tension, and fire flared in his eyes that was evident when Clara was present. "You don't need to prove a thing," Sabrina said coolly, though firm. "I have seen what she's capable of. But what are we going to do about it Benedict?" Benedict straightened his back, elbows on knees."We get ahead one step, Sabrina," he growled through a tightening jaw line.“If she’s planning something—and she is—we’ll be ready.”Sabrina turned her face up, a mix of sympathy and resolve. "You are not alone in this," she whispered softly. "Whatever happens we'll face it together, but smar
Clara waited patiently in the dimly lit corridors of the mental health facility. The guardians were distracted by some new minor commotion in another wing. The hall outside her room became unguarded. She was sitting calmly on her cot, imagining things. Tonight was the night for her escape. She had planned everything very carefully - each and every step of the escape.The nurse went around making rounds and stopped at Clara's door, knocking gently before entering."Clara? How're we doing tonight?" the nurse asked as she entered in a calm professional voice.Clara smiled faintly, her face curiously innocent. When the nurse turned her back to adjust the chart on the bedside table, Clara moved swiftly. She reached for the metal pitcher on the nightstand and brought it down upon the nurse's head over the back of her head with enough force to knock her unconscious.The nurse collapsed onto the floor, her clipboard clattering loudly against the tiles. Clara ducked down and ensured she was no
The ringing of the telephone cut into the heavy, tense silence of the evening. Sabrina sat in the living room with a cup of tea and looked around at Benedict, who paced up and down across the window, deepening his face for one word with each statement made by the person on the phone.Thanks, he muttered into the receiver before hanging it back up on the phone.Sabrina set her cup of tea aside. "What is it?" she asked, though she could already feel the response constricting in her chest."It's Clara," Benedict said in a low tone, laced with rage. "She's escaped."Sabrina rose up from the chair, hand automatically reaching her mouth. "Escaped? How? Isn't she under observation at all times?Benedict nodded his head, his jaw clenched. "She attacked a nurse, took her uniform, and just walked out of the facility. They didn't even realize she was missing until she had almost walked halfway out the door."Sabrina's fists curled up into tight balls. "And they are telling us this now?"They're
Clara did not know, but a person sitting not too far from the center of the car had noticed odd behavior from Clara. A male in his early thirties, wearing a leather jacket and sporting a worn backpack, kept looking her way. He had gotten on at the same station and could remember seeing her pause by the platform, her movements furtive.She's hiding something, he thought to himself, instincts honed over years working as a private investigator.He shot a discreet photo of Clara. Her face was masked, and her entire body seemed tensed. He brought up his local news app to scan through headlines for the past several days.It didn't take long to find the article: "Convicted Criminal Escapes Mental Health Facility." The grainy photo of Clara accompanying the article was unmistakable.The man's heart was racing as he glanced back toward her. She was staring out the window now, seemingly lost in thought. Should I report this? Or follow her and see where she's going?He thought for a moment befor
On the screen appeared the mugshot of Clara with piercing eyes as if daring any one to stand in her way. The anchor continued with an obvious tension in the voice."Clara Hemp, convicted felon with fraud, conspiracy, and attempted murder and kidnapping. Her history shows a pattern of manipulation and elusiveness. Cunning and resourceful are the adjectives that define Clara Hemp. Therefore, this escape was rather worrying.And meanwhile, Clara melted into the shadows of the city, those baggy pants and loose sweatshirt making her almost invisible to all the eyes stirring around her. She didn't look up; she didn't establish eye contact with anyone either. She stopped at a convenience store, her face hidden under the mask she had taken from the nurse's uniform.She grabbed a payphone from the rack by the counter, a bottle of water, and a snack. She handed the cashier a crumpled bill, avoiding the television playing in the corner."Thanks," Clara mumbled, her voice indistinct through the m
Sabrina giggled and began tapping her pencil against the paper. "I'm a professional—at least in my mind," she said, teasing him. "Anyway, I want this dress to speak of everything that is us: our journey, our love, and my touch. It's not every day that I get to marry the man of my life."Benedict smirked and leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a soft murmur. "I'm honored to be your muse, Mrs. Thompson-to-be.".She blushed, her smile expanding. "You are more than a muse, Benedict. You are everything."Wendy entered the room, her sharp eyes immediately taking in the scene. "What is this? Wedding central?" she quipped, setting down a tray of tea and pastries.Sabrina grinned. She held up the sketch. "I'm designing my wedding dress, Grandma. What do you think?Wendy straightened her glasses and looked at the drawing. It was a stunning design of a beautiful lace-worked silhouette and train. The modest neckline is beautified with beaded ornaments. Timeless and modern, this one was perf
Dolores merely smiled, seemingly unbothered by the flames burning within Clara's eyes. "You heard me, princess. This time, you are stuck. No plotting, no fleeing. You are no different than the others.Words that stabbed like daggers and made Clara lose her control. Snarling, she attacked Dolores, her fingers scrabbling to grip the prison uniform collar. Chaos erupted in the cell as the two women wrangled, pushing and clawing at each other with ferocity that made echoes all around the block."You know nothing about me!" Clara shouted, her voice racketing off the concrete. "I am not like you am-I better than all of you!"Dolores laughed cruelly, though she was still wrestling to pull Clara away. "Better? You look where you are, you bloody genius! Just another inmate, just another number!"The crunch of fists striking flesh and the shrill scrape of feet across the floor brought guards running. Alarms blared, red lights flashing as the fight escalated. Dolores shoved Clara against a wall
Their sweet exchange was cut short by Saben's yell from inside the house. "Mommy! Daddy! Can we play outside now?" Benedict chuckled, his hand resting on the small of Sabrina's back as they turned to head toward the house. "Duty calls," he grinned.Sabrina laughed, drying her eyes rapidly before they turned back inside. "Coming, buddy!".The rest of the morning was filled with playful chaos as Saben ran circles around the garden, his parents chasing after him with mock-seriousness. Wendy and Leslie sat on the porch, sipping tea and sharing stories, while Teresa snapped pictures of the playful trio.At one point, Saben flopped down on the grass, breathless but giggling. “You’re too slow, Daddy!” he teased."Oh, is that so?" Benedict said with a mock scowl, crouching down beside him. "I'll show you slow!" And he plunged forward, scooping Saben into his arms and twirling him around while the little boy laughed in shrieking delight.Sabrina watched them, her heart full to bursting, her sm
The sunlight filtering through the curtains painted a golden glow in the room. Sabrina shifted, her cheek against Benedict's chest. The steady beat of his heart provided a soothing rhythm beneath her; she felt loved and safe with him.Benedict's fingers lazily etched patterns on her bare shoulder. "Good morning," he whispered softly, low and warm.She looked up at him, her lips curling into a sleepy smile. "Good morning."He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. His eyes had softened with love. "How was your sleep?""Like a baby," she replied, placing her hand on his heart. "You?"He shook his head. "I didn't want to shut my eyes," he said. "I wanted to look at you."Sabrina smiled, laughing softly. "That's sweet, but you need your rest too."He smiled, his words playful but sincerity laced within them as he looked at her. "I'll rest when I know you'll stay by my side forever."She rolled onto her elbow. Her hair tumbled around her face. "I'm not going anywhere, Benedict. Yo
Benedict grinned as her body shuddered around his finger; he thrust it in and out of her a few times, making her moan louder. Much to her protest, he pulled his finger out and moved both his hands to her hips, steadying her before saying, "Ready to get out?"She gritted her teeth and nodded and turned to him, reaching down and grabbing his cock, saying, "Turn the water off and come on."He kissed her and nodded. As she left, he got out and reached over turning off the water the water then leaned over and snagged the towel and began drying himself off. After a few minutes and making sure he wasn't going to drip everywhere, he dropped the towel and started following her, but stopped and turned around in the shower, picking up the vibrator, then walked back into the bedroom where he found Sabrina laying on the bed. As he walked in, she looked up and smiled, "Bout time you got here."He grinned and tossed the vibrator on the bed, and she looked down at it, then back at him as he said, "I
He raised his head to feel the cool air hit his cock, and that was when he saw Sabrina lift not only her head but also her chest. She reached up took her tits in her hand and placed them on either side of his cock, then pushed them together completely enveloping his cock. He groaned once more at the sudden softness and warmth of her tits.Pressing her tits firmly around his spit covered cock, Sabrina began to bounce on her legs, sliding her tits up and down his cock with ease. Feeling the warm flesh and movement caused Benedict's groans start to turn into moans, and within a minute or so, his eyes shot open, and he let out a moan of "Fuck I'm gonna cum!"Hearing his exclamation and seeing his body begin to buck, Sabrina let a stream of spit slip from her lips, landing on her chest, then settling into the valley between her tits and providing a bit more lubrication as she continued to tit fuck his hard cock. Just as he had promised a few moments earlier, Benedict started to cum with a
The soft lunar glow upon the window rained into the bedroom, illuminating the room with silvery rays. Sabrina found herself brushing her hair near the dresser, her thoughts replaying all the joyful events of the day. She saw Benedict enter the room, undoing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt to be some inches open around his neck, and his eyes intently placed on her, softening the lines of his face as they made her heart flump."You are beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky.Sabrina put down the brush, smiling. "I am tired," she said, turning to him, "but happy.Benedict drew closer, his hands going around her waist. "You're always beautiful to me," he whispered, sweeping a strand of hair back from her face.His eyes locked onto hers, and the room seemed to shrink. He reached out to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing her jawline. "I meant what I said earlier," he whispered. "You've given me everything—love, a family, hope. I don't know how I got so lucky.".Sabrina moved closer i
Meanwhile, in the dim recesses of the cell, Clara sat on the side of the chilly metal cot with her mind busy with thoughts of revenge and flight. Her torn arm, crudely slung by the medics, pounded with pain, but her fury eclipsed it. She eyed the small window barred across it, faint moonlight streaming in to send long, unnatural shadows across the walls of the cell.Dolores, her former cellmate, was sitting nearby, watching her every move with a smirk. "So," Dolores drawled, leaning casually against the wall, "how's the grand plan coming along? Still playing the mastermind, Clara?"Clara shot her a venomous glare. "Shut up, Dolores," she snapped. "You don't know anything."Oh, I know plenty," Dolores said, laughing. "Like how every time you think you're untouchable, you end up right back here. Face it, Clara, you're just a small-time player pretending to be the big boss."Clara clenched her fists, nails digging into palms. "You'll see," she hissed through narrow lips, voice low and ve
Benedict smiled and slid his arm across her shoulder. "Sharp tongue you have," he said with a grin. "But I promise you, it's going to be a day that you never will forget, either."Leslie leaned back in her chair and grinned. "Well, know this; just for all the planning alone, grand or cozy, it's going to be magic.Wendy added from the window seat where she sat clicking the knitting needles together. "Don't forget, though, I still have that heirloom veil to hand down. It's in our family for generations. It's yours if you want it, Sabrina."Sabrina listened to her grandmother's words, her eyes springing wide in excitement. "Grandma, I'd be honored to wear it," she said in a clear voice, her emotions pouring into every word.She smiled, her eyes twinkling. "It will fit perfectly, my dear. It fitted your mother perfectly too."From the floor, Saben piped up, busily stacking blocks into a precarious tower. "Can I wear a crown at the wedding?" he asked, a stoic mask on his freckled face.Eve